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"The first of the pilgrims comes seeking salvation," He remarked and pulled his body frame closer together, so he presented less of a target and used his offense and defense more effectively. Eustathios knew that they couldn't even come close to harming him, given their current state, but it would still be humorous as hell to see them try. They'd get knocked out, if they tried anything funny, looted, and then have to pay for a marble just so they could attempt to get their s**t back. Ah, how sweet extortion truly was.

Lambs to the slaughter she mused as she tried to stand straight. It was odd how the illness she felt melted away as she emerged from the alley; reminding her not to go down there again. The short illness she had felt was not a result from having her marble disappear, but from some other odd affect of the alley. The three ‘salesmen’ caught her eye immediately. The middle one seemed to stand out from the rest; he must have been the leader. Oh good, a psychopath with a chainsaw… now where have I se- she thought to herself before abruptly stopping, humor wasn’t good when you felt like you’re dieing. She continued past them, a smug smile hidden under her coat, Too bad this lamb isn’t like the others. Sure it was suicide to go running around town without a marble, but all it is really is just a weakness. Rain turned and headed down the other side of the building, this side seemed less… well sick.

Miles calmly stepped down what few steps there were to the building. His gate was steady; but power lurked behind it. He wasn't feeling sickly, he was feeling great. And while he had a strange compulsion that killing this person would be a bad idea he knew that he could render her neutered with just a few simple actions.

There would be no different in her feelings, you either where sick or you weren't. You either had a marble or you didn't. That was the name of the game, and she didn't have a marble and Miles did.

She was a lamb to the slaughter; but it would be far worse for her in the end.

He reached her quickly, she couldn't do much more then force her self at a funeral march pace. And his strength was greater then many an individuals that he was easily able to over power her.

Throwing her to the ground he pressed his foot against her stomach and knelt down. Frisking her he would pull any item of worth off of her, from anything inane like a pen or pencil to something lethal like a gun.

Gamma stepped aside for her, clearing the doorway. He'd give a halfassed shrug with one shoulder and gesture to Miles.

"What can I say? The guy obviously has a thing for stealing."

((Lazy post. I'm about to leave to go out for food.))

She gave Eustathios a glare that would wither lesser men than Gamma. "I don't care how good you are, the more marbles I get over all, the happier I'll be, and the more likely you are to get bonuses. If you're going to kill them, wait till after they've done all they could."

She then made her way over to Miles. "I actually had a use for her..."

Gamma stood there behind the smiling mask.

"You would prefer us being as incompetent as these people?" No real excuse for the other two, since Gamma didn't really care what they did. So far they were the most successful team the Fist of Power had employed.

One way, or another.

"Well unless you want to loan the trash one of your precious marbles she's not going to be worth anything to you."

Not really concerned with the conversation any more Miles went and sat on the steps. Pulling out the gun he had looted from the first corpse. Supposedly there were only nine rounds in what Gamma had called a clip. It looked big and mean; but ultimately useless.