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((Er--no, he hasn't thrown them yet. He's waiting just outside of the door.

But I'll edit.))

Bubba stepped into the room after the flashbang went off--and sleeping gas was slowly spreading throughout the enclosed quarters. Bubba then released his robotic eye to do some recon on his target and her bodyguard--it would, under the cover of sleeping gas, scout out the entire place, including the locations of his quarries, then return to Bubba with a realistic map.

In the next room, or two, was his quarry. She would be abducted, then 'accidentally' be crushed as she tripped in front of the train she was going to attempt to use to leave town.

Bubba was reminded faintly of a reference to a Grand Theft Auto game--number three, he thought--but returned quickly to the present.

Well the kitchen was in one direction, and through it one would need to pass to get to the bedroom(s). No place like the bedrooms for 'action interaction.'

There were also restrooms, but possibly windows for escape. Bubba wondered if the mechanical eye could send an instant message to Morto to have sentries posted outside of the building, in case Tiffany attempted to escape, but if the eye could or already had done so--was not in Bubba's knowledge.

Now, it was just hide-and-seek. Bubba himself could breath the sleeping gas for a few minutes before succumbing to its effects. Nanomachines were awesome.

Bubba didn't rush straight into the kitchen, right away. Instead, he leaned against a wall, where he paused to wait for his eye to return with all the information he wanted.

A few bullets went through the wall beside him--a few clipping Bubba's arm--but he didn't make a sound. Only ducked lower, and crawled to push over and hide behind a table. His eye should be in the next room, gathering data about its surroundings. Once it returned, Bubba would know exactly how to proceed.

And he would not, hesitate when he killed Angel.

Jasmine trotted to the apartment where she was keeping Claire. Inside the lobby, she walked, but stopped short when she noticed that there was no desk clerk. In this apartment, there was supposed to be.

After a few minutes of fruitless searching, Elsa took an elevator up to her floor. She could hear... gunfire, on the floor below.

((Figured what the hell. 'S funny. XD))

The eye skittered in from the other room, hopping up on Bubba's shoulder and crawling into his eye socket. It was a bit disturbing, the whole 'eye' bit, but Bubba didn't flinch from pain and he certainly wouldn't flinch from strangeness. Morto was the definition of strangeness (if not Bubba himself), and so Bubba knew he feared nothing since he did not fear Morto.

As the map imprinted itself onto Bubba's mind, through his eye, he knew exactly where Angel and Tiffany were, respectively.

Jasmine knew she needed to get Claire, and to get out. The fire escape would be best - but that would be dangerous with an unconscious/bound prisoner.

In any event, the assassin rushed into her room, gathering what few things she had stashed there and destroying everything not important. A groggy-eyed Claire was heaved over Elsa's shoulder, and then they were making their way down the hall and towards the elevator.

((So... now Bubba knows exactly where to turn and exactly where to shoot. I trust you don't want Angel to die in one shot, however, so how can this happen to both of our satisfaction?))

"So what do you want?" Giovanni asked.


Anthony just kissed Rose on the head and said "let's go see if Beans is alright. We don't have to stay here". He then turned to lead Rose away from the creepy guy who claims to be a police officer.

"So he's the one you had destroy your place?" Anthony asked.

((Nuuuu! I waited to let you agree and you take the chance to escape! ...Bubba will not give you any more chances, now. XD))

Bubba heard the glass. He rushed into the room, leaned out of the window, and fired down at Angel. The gun of the day happened to be a Desert Eagle, and this was what was firing at Angel.

Before the sound of the shots could even stop being audible, Bubba was already jumping, attempting to land on and crush Angel.

Jasmine tapped her foot. The elevator was going slow. And she HATED Christmas/elevator music.