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Mia frowned and glared into his eyes. "The breaking in isn't the heroic part. It's killing the maggots that sell s**t that kill over millions of people a year," she explained, trying not to lose her cool. Mia had strong opinions on what she did in her heroic life, and when someone didn't exactly see eye to eye with her and decide to speak out against it, she typically went off on a rant, but now wasn't the time.

"And the dirty work is my guilty pleasure. I love the feeling of my sword sinking into flesh, so I'll do it. Watch a woman at work," she smirked as she moved her face away from the door and touched the wall to her left.

He's in here, she mused, moving her ear to the wall. And as always, is doin' a little somethin' somethin' with his secretary. With that thought, she grabbed a heavy looking object in the corner of the room, walked back for a running start, and used her speed to ram into the wall.

"Dirty b*****d!" she shouted as she broke through the wall and threw the object at the dumbfounded secretary. It knocked the woman down to the ground and caused her to pass out, exactly what Mia wanted. "Heh, now it's time to have a little fun," she chuckled as she drew her sword from here sheath and held it at her side with the point grazing the ground.

Mia stopped her slow walk to the cowering and fat C.E.O to look over her shoulder coldly at Plague. "Of course I'm better than this piece of garbage, but it won't matter soon," she replied in a robotic tone. It was as if her whole facade had changed when her sword was drawn; as if she was a villain like Plague, but it didn't matter to her. As long as she was killing those that killed others, she could consider herself a hero.

Mia quit her pondering and swiveled her head back to the C.E.O, giving him a devilish smirk with a c**k of her head. "Are you scared?" She disappeared and reappeared behind the man. She grazed her lips over the man's ear as she whispered softly, "Don't be. It'll all be over soon." She kissed the skin beneath his ear before stabbing him through the chair into his back. The man wasn't dead yet, causing a smile to grace her lips. "Oops, let's try once more," she yanked her sword out of his back and slit his throat, giggling in delight. "An other down..."

Mia looked up at him through her long lashes as she cleaned the blood off of her blade with the dead man's shirt. "That's random," she stated, feeling herself return to her normal self. "I don't really hate anyone except for these suckers right here," she kicked the chair that the man was sitting in. "I mean, I know we're supposed to be enemies and all, but I think you can tell that I'm not like a traditional hero, or anything. I leave all of that cliche crap up to the comic books." Mia smiled into her clean blade before placing it back in her sheath. "And besides," she continued, "You're not a bad dude, apart from the killing humans thing."

Mia raised her thin eyebrow, trying to remember what he was talking about. "Oh, that. Yeah, no problem, I speak the truth, though. That mask is pretty gross," she stated as she stood with her hands on her hips and her head cocked to the side. She couldn't help but notice how they were casually talking in a room with a dead guy, as if nothing had happened. She shrugged slightly smiling at Plague's compliment.

"Well thanks for that. I bet it's because I'm not really wearing anything, but that's the way I roll," Mia smiled, suddenly wondering how young this boy was. I'll figure it out later I guess, she mused when she heard knocking on the door.

"Mr. Reyes, you're meeting is in two minutes. Are you okay?" Mia heard through the door, causing her to move into the other room.

"You better follow me, otherwise this whole building will freak... unless you want to kill all of them. I won't stay for that, though," she rambled as she ducked through the hole that she made and stood with her back to the broken window.

Bobby decided to go for a run down to the business district. There were always nice things to steal there, things he could pawn for actual money. He never stole more than he needed, mind you, but the higher-ups that walked the streets had so much they wouldn't miss. It seemed that the rest of the world moved in slow motion as he ran. Most people didn't notice him, and those that did only saw a blur out of the corner of their eyes. Then, he was gone.
He had to admit, though, the feel of the wind in his hair was exhilarating. It made him wonder why he'd never embraced his powers before. Thinking back on his old life, he remembered.
He reached the mostly deserted streets of the business district and sat on a bench, much to the suprise of the nearby sidewalk sweeper. It seemed to him that a young man had just appeared out of thin air! Bobby waved to the man, smirking. It appeared he was stopped outside of the Camel building.
This should prove interesting, He thought. There were always all kinds of activists outisde the cigarette companies, always trying to get the sale of cigarettes to stop in one way or another. And, one way or another, it was always entertaining.