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Bullet went in full break and returned to where he thought he heard something. Which was only a fraction of a second ago. Stopping instantly, he spotted a certain singing woman. She looked.....cute. Leaving behind a small cloud of dust he appeared before her.

"Hello, thats a nice song you are singing. But don't you think its a bit sad. With killed men and all. Why not sing bout flowers...or clouds. Clouds a good" Bullet said in rapid succesion

Chamberlain smiled. "Just one thing." He bent down back behind the bar and pulled out a bottle filled with brown liquid. "Have you ever had 110 year old bourbon? This was Kyles favorite, I think the situation calls for it."

"I'm actually a fan of Wordford Reserve," Tara said with a smirk, "Best contribution Kentucy ever made to the world if you ask me. But I've rarely had the chance to get my hands one something that aged."

She watched as Chamberlain poured the two classes. She took hers and raised it, saying, "To you Chamberlain, and to Kyle, and to the future."

"Enough," Tara said with a sly grin as she put her glass forward for a refill. "I think it's some kind of required side hobby of all gallivanting do gooders to drink a lot with their teammates. I could probably do a blind taste test and tell you which vodka was the highest quality."

"Plus we have a Russian, two English, a German, 2 ex-military and a 1 ex-Las Vegas regular among us, we like our alcohol."

"Or in the desert for a week," Tara said as she savored the aroma of the liquor before she downed it. "So, how many other items did you manage to get your hands on? Not that Excalibur isn't one hell of a find."

Reaper didn't turn around at first. The chalk in his hand broke as he faced the board he was angry at Angela. I can't believe that she has so much power and so little restraint. I can't have her swinging around down here she'll take the whole place down because she's having a tantrum. He turned around slowly, Victor's kinder face was gone he was serious about this.

"You are not being held as a prisoner here. If you wish to leave I will show you the door myself. Angela, you can't just go off and tell people what to do, just because you have all this power doesn't give you the right to use it. I saw you earlier when you fought you didn't seem to care what was in your way. Do you realize that if you fought me here you could kill hundreds of people above us? When I found you I didn't expect a child. To be honest I just wanted to know where you stood for justice or for the alternative. You have a gift true, and I'm sure you can take care of yourself, but you have someone who is worried about you right now. I told you that I would take you to Maria; she's a dear friend of mine. Hell she's saved my a** a few times. How do you think she would feel if you brought down a building full of people and killed two of here friends just because some one was being an a**. It would break your aunt's heart. So please put that weapon away. If you don't want to help us I will understand, it's a lot to ask from a child even if they're special. I'm just asking you to be patient and that is never too much to ask." Reaper said as he held his gaze upon her.

I hope Oz is fine. He must have been in agony around her magic. Perhaps because of its divine origins. This child needs to learn some control, she's too much like the Monkey King she isn't thinking about everything that goes on around her.

The Orphan held the pole to Reaper for a few more aganizing seconds, but finally relented. The pole shrank to the size of a toothpick and placed it behind her ear. "I...I'm sorry. The child asked me to stop. She was in pain, I assumed." This woman certainly seemed different than she was at the tower.

"So am I no longer speaking to Angela Kettigan? So I address you as something else?" Reaper asked the woman plainly still locking her gaze Angela's in pain? This is a bit more complex than I bargined for, I haven't seen a two person vessel in years.