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Bubba whirled around - then threw the closest thing his left hand could reach behind him towards the stairway blocked by a large table.

The chair sailed through the air gracefully, as Bubba ran further. He didn't know whether he had been hit - if so, they'd either hit his Kevlar or he didn't even feel it.

By the time Ace had either moved the table, or turned to face his enemy, Bubba would be on top of him. And at that point, there was no way he would overpower the colossal juggernaut of a man. The immortal, colossal juggernaut of a man.

((Note that Bubba is NOT immortal, even if he claims to be.))

He could have been on top of Ace, but Ace knew all to well what it would take to move the square table, he had jumped onto a chair, and fitted through the little crack about big enough for his flattened body.
What could he say, he was the high-jump silver medal winner in grad year.
Not to mention he didn't have pimples or headgear.

"s**t." He said, falling on his back onto the stairs. Ace groaned, but quickly got up, and ran for the interior of one of the old cars. In the hood was a multitude of guns, and Ace waited with a machine gun, kneeling behind the now closed hood.

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Angel sighed, "That's what you get for snooping...Arlight, what are your younger pictures?"

Rose let out a low sighed before she martched over and started to button up his shirt, "Say anything and I'll kill you."

((I didn't read the nurse part.))
Rose finished and poked Anthony in the arm, "I hate owing you..." she let the nurse continued to dress him and took a few steps away.

Beans gave a half-smile. "I know, and thanks, Iris. It wasn't my fault, and I've still got to keep on task. There are murderers in New York, and I can't... wait. What am I saying? There are always murderers here. There are assassins in the Big Apple, and I can be sorry for myself after the perps are apprehended."

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Alfone could hear Jasmine, singing in the shower a door away. Alfone had come up with a plan, earlier. As soon as he was left alone...

Now that Alfone was on the ground, even if his rear end was up in the air, tied to a chair, he could move. First door... bed room. Second door... closet-type-thing? Third door - "Ah!" Alfone screamed silently as he fell to the floor, landing on his side.

In the bathroom doorway stood a towel-clad Jasmine, suppressed Beretta smoking from the bullet it had just launched into Alfone's kneecap.

Alfone tried to scream again, but nothing was clarified since he was gagged. Writhing in pain, Alfone didn't notice Jasmine walk up with a syringe until it was already stuck into his neck. Slowly, sleep invaded him....

A few hours later, Jasmine had patched up the wound and put it in a cast, using a specialized first aid kit for bullet wounds. Resting on the floor next to Alfone, Jasmine lazily dialed Tony's number. Time to get back to business.

"I had glasses. That's about it."
Tiffany replied earnestly- a little shrug following.

Ace smirked. The idiot didn't know what he was doing.
Did he? If he had gotten this far he wasn't just going to be stupid like that. Ace remained hidden, but with the Machine gun ready. He had stealthily rolled around so he at one point was three or four rows away from Bubba.

((Angel sure is lovey-dovey today...))

Bubba stopped, head cocked... listening.

Beep. Beep boo beet bop. Booo.

The spider-like eye fell on top of Ace's head, emitting a strange whirring sound as it attacked him with four pincer-like legs.

Bubba whirled around, gun aimed, though it seemed he couldn't immediately discern the location of the sound.