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The black cat grinned. "Can do." he replied. A moment later, the cat phased away in a gray mist.

A few minutes passed, and CC entered through one of the airducts of the building Skuld was supposed to go to. He slipped in, past the desk, into the back, and re-materialized behind one of the supply boxes. Very carefully, he hopped onto the box and made his way across the shelves to try and find an opening or...something that could indicate that there was someone...in...here...

Back in the corner of the room was a woman. Black boots, torn fishnets, a belt with rather nasty looking swords, a gaudy pink jacket with gravity defying iron shoulder pads, wild dark red hair, and a face that was half covered in white make-up.
She just stood, leaning against the wall, absently torching a discarded crumpled piece of paper with her mental pyrokenetics.

C.C. froze and edged back behind the box. Typhoid Mary...swell. This should be interesting. Looked like she was alone. Not surprising...this girl really didn't need back-up.
Carefully, the cat faded back into a gray mist and floated back out of the room.


After a few moments, the mist reformed in the alley way with Skuld. It curled about until it took the shape of a cat, then darkened back into a mess of black fur and amber eyes.

"There's only one girl back there, but she's an army all her own. Hope you're alright with talking business with miss Typhoid Mary." he said, looking up at her.

The cat nodded and followed after her. It shouldn't be too difficult. All she had to do was go in and talk to the person at the desk. Get into the back, and find Typhoid. That's when he'd probably be needed if Typhoid was....in an uncooperative mood.

Typhoid glanced up at the woman and smiled wickedly. "That's me." she replied, leaning away from the wall. "And you must be the little girl my boy toy was working with. Skulls, right?" she asked

"I suppose.." Mary replied with a sigh. Her eyes flickered over the sorceress thoughtfully, as if trying to measure up how much of a challenge she would be. Shaking the thought, she stood, picked up a small suitcase of her own, and marched towards the girl. "First, you show me yours, then I'll show you mine." she said, stopping a few feet away from Skuld, expecting her to prove that she had what she needed before she handed any money over.

Mindy scowled as her binoculars panned from right to left, taking in the view of D'Amico's penthouse apartment. His enormous, glass windows made subservience a snap; unfortunately, everything else was a tactical nightmare. Her original plan was shot, she had no Kickass for backup, and her weapons cache was severely limited.

She could see them. D'Amico, his wife, and his stupid son. They were having some sort of argument, but she couldn't see well enough to find out if the mobster and pretend superhero had already been in a fight; that would have provided some kind of time frame for her to work with. If only she had a sniper rifle.

Growling, she put her binoculars away. ******** it. She'd just go in through a ventilation shaft. She was in Batman's world; why not try Batman's tactics?

She didn't, and was too busy grappling over to the rooftop, anyway. It was funny; things like that were almost easier than they should have been, like the laws of physics had shifted. Weird. Then again, any world where Superman could exist would have to be skewed. Moving over to a conveniently placed skylight, and started placing shaped charges. This was going to either be really fun, or a complete disaster. No sense in waiting, though.

Hitgirl stopped, expression intent, then grinned. Oh, this was just too perfect. She could go after D'Amico, and... Suddenly she blinked, then cursed softly. Or, rather, it would have been perfect if she still had... backup. Her chest suddenly felt very tight, and she blinked very quickly several times before drawing in in a deep breath and refocusing. Okay. So she couldn't deal with both groups at once; she'd have to pick.

The smart thing to do would have been to go after the smaller, less fortified group. The only problem with that was... well... she hadn't beating D'Amico last time. In fact, he'd almost killed her. She had no reason to think that her chances would be any better this time, and going up against him again without some sort of trump card was tantamount to suicide.

That left mommy and 'Red Mist'. Those guards weren't a concern. The mother wasn't a concern. Red Mist would be a piece of cake. And then she'd have hostages to work with. Two trump cards, as it were.

Okay. Difficult as it was, she would wait for her real target to leave, and take the other two. Then she could set the terms, and putting a bullet between D'Amico's eyes would actually become feasible. Still frowning a little, she settled down to wait.