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 Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2011 4:13 pm
After taking a moment to cover from the transport, Abbot fully regained his senses. The senior agent noticed that Castel was already alert and on guard, but both Zorn and Parsons were still recovering. Looking over to Suppai, Abbot nodded his thanks, "Thank you. We'll need to get to a safe house, then I'll make contact with Ivana."
After noticing both both Zorn and Parsons making faces, Abbot chided his subordinates, "Oh, grow up. We don't have much of a choice. Besides, we'll need to get moving. Suppai, is there any possible way that we were traced to this location? I know the Titans are very resourceful."
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2011 4:18 pm
"Hiya, Red Mist," began a low, cold voice directly behind him. Mindy was close--too close for him to be able to hit her easily without backing up first, but perfectly in range for her own shorter arms to give him a solid punch in the nose. To be honest, she didn't really think it would take much more than that; this guy was almost as much of a pansy as Kickass, even if he had indirectly gotten her dad killed. True to comicbook form, the vent thing had worked perfectly. God, everything was so much easier here!
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2011 4:31 pm
Chris D'Amico froze. That voice sounded like... a child's but was fulled with such venom... and she knew he was the Red Mist. Chris then turned in a defensive stance and his eyes widened in horror at seeing Hit Girl, "OH GOD!!!! IN HERE!!! STAT!!!"
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2011 4:38 pm
She rolled her eyes and sent a punch right toward his nose, putting all of her weight behind the blow. She followed that up with a leg sweep to send him to the ground."God, you're ******** pathetic. But fine; if you want your guards dead so badly..." Calmly, she pulled out her two butterfly knives, "It's playtime."
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2011 4:49 pm
Chris D'Amico screamed like a little girl and tried to roll away from the tiny terror. Then, two guards burst into the private dojo with guns drawn.
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2011 4:54 pm
Suppai sighed. "The only one that I think could easily follow us that was there is my counterpart. We'll have to head much further south to be out of our normal range." She turned and looked in the exact direction that the X-Mansion was in.
"If I can feel her she can feel me." She turned and started walking. As she did her form changed slowly, turning into a red headed woman with bright green eyes and a soft complexion. She was now wearing a black dress suit with a white undershirt.
Suppai looked back at the others. "Mister Abbot. You and your associates should hide for the moment. I can keep the heroes busy with no problem but your safety is my priority till we find Mister Sinister."
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2011 5:03 pm
Ward Abbot nodded while walking beside Suppai with the other agents trailing behind, "Very well. If we split up, how is the best way to contact you?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2011 5:19 pm
"An electrical surge usually works but that will probably notify my counterpart as well... Your best bet would be to wait for me to come back for you." Suppai turned a corner. "I'll know where you are."
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2011 5:34 pm
Abbot didn't argue, "Fine. When you're sure that our tail is gone, join us at the safe house. It's in Long Island. There's a small church close to the Burlington Coat Factory, you can't miss it."
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2011 5:42 pm
Suppai nodded and walked off, waiting for the heroes.
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 7:43 am
For their trouble, they each received a butterfly knife to the throat. While keeping an eye on that (to make sure that they didn't get off any panic fire before they died), Hit Girl reached out with a casual hand and grabbed Chris by the lapels, pulling him off the ground and closer to her face. "Okay, you little ****, there are two ways that this can happen. One, you tell me where mommy is, and then I make a phone call to your dad. Two, I kill you, find mommy, and only have one hostage when I call your dad. I'm actually REALLY hoping that you'll pick the second option; your mom didn't get anyone I like killed."
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 9:42 am
Chris D'Amico actually pissed himself. The young gangster wannabe's voice squeeked, "She..... She's watchin the.... Shopping Channel... She always shops..."
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 9:44 am
"Bitchin'," Hit Girl replied coolly, then sharply punched him right between the eyes with the intention of knocking him the **** out.
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 9:49 am
And Chris D'Amico is out.....
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 9:56 am
With calm, professionally disinterested movements, Hit Girl secured his wrists and ankles with zip ties, relieved the dead security guys of their guns and all extra ammunition, and headed out of the dojo and toward the entertainment room on tiny, silent feet.
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