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His attention pulled by Gamma landing by him on the curb he looked up and dropped his lighter. The flame still burn as the buttoned had jammed and fuel kept it burning, damn cheap lighters.

Shrugging he didn't bother to retrieve it and stood up and looked at Gamma, and then to the Shade. Well this was another odd turn of events.

"So what's his story?"

It pointed straight at his face. Under the mask Gamma had the tattoo hold his marble right between his eyes. Three more?

Jackpot.

"You want me to kill it for you?" Atleast the godamned the was making a little sense now. And even in words appealing to Gamma.

Killing things was his middle name.

I bet

"So how do I kill it?" Ifit was anything like this thing there would be a problem. Obliterating it's whole body only made it a little smaller. Despite any stains the thing left on the suit, or the blood that had gotten on him from the other guy, Gamma's suit was sure to take a beating in any case.

"No s**t."

Gamma sighed and his mask went from happy back to sad; mouth contorted in a gaping frown with crying eyes. With utter resignation he almost dropped the chainsaw when it swung down along with his arm beside his leg. The motor sputtered and died out.

"Where is it so I can make with the killing?"

"And that's it. You jump and grab at me to show me some warehouse."

Boy, Gamma was pissed. There weren't even directions. Just think of what he'd do if he saw that his suit was ******** up.

((Any marble sense action going on here? Gamma can see the thing, so does he smell marbles too?))

"Of course. How about helping me out first? If you give me something in return, I'll take care of whatever that thing is."

A step forward. A certain coolness of movement, and the lack of action on Gamma's part sent off a noticeable air of what he could do. Gamma didn't know or care if a shadow could be intimidated.

At this point, Gamma was doing it totally on subconscious habit.

"Powers plenty. Want to find out?"

Gamma, six and a half feet tall, leered down on the... thing. That ironically emotionless mask hid any features Gamma could have been showing. A poker face.

"Give me your powers, and I'll go do what you want."

Gamma stood there almost bent over the thing, just staring. Ever have an uncomfortable silence? Try one with a two hundred and fifty pound man standing over you.

The mask faded to grey. The black details and features of a very angry face materialized. Mouth, open and yelling, brows furrowed with raging eyes.

Then Gamma held that position.

Maybe felt like an hour*.

He was really putting the intimidation thing down thick. Only until his left hand shot out and darted into the shadow's chest. He'd use whatever the long while of staring and 'sensing' could get him for figuring out where the marble was.

His hand would enter flat on the tips of his straightened fingers with his best guess. He'd feel around quickly to cover as much torso as possible before the thing freaked and did something.

With any luck he'd make a fist around the suspected marble and pull it out, and be on his way. But Gamma was totally not betting the farm.

Edit: *Exaggeration. Gamma did not stand there for an hour. A few moments of staring and whatnot.