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Jai-Li smiled brightly and held out her hands. "Thank you! That would have taken a while to find."

Jai-Li smiled as she held her violin to her chest. "By the way, where am I?"

This time Smitty spoke up. "Tell ya dis'. We also found da Batmobile, TWICE. Someone else was in it, but he had t' be close wit' Bruce or one a' da Boids. You get da information, but we nab his dumb little buddies. Especially dat punk Arell an' dat gang of his. Boss has been wantin' 'em out of his hair for yeahs." Smitty said with a sly weaselly look on his face.

"Duh, and a soft white little bunny rabbit I can cuddle and hold and pet and call him 'George', mister." Bozo said as Smitty nodded.

"Yeah, and a soft white litt- Bozo, shut up!" Smitty hissed.

"Sometimes it's good..."

Memories were not precisely his strong suit. Wandering was generally something the large, skull-masked man with the white cape tried to avoid, if he could, so being out and about, searching for God-knows-what for who-knows-how-long wasn't improving his mood. All he could place was that he had a purpose. Yeah, right, like that means anythin' anymore... Taskmaster shook his head, and clenched his fist. It took a few moments longer of walking before he stopped, as if a realization hit him. "Knew I had a handler fer a reason..." Reaching into one of the small pouches on his belt, he produced a small book, all black with a little loop for the pen.

Flipping it open, Taskmaster's eyes scanned the page:



A scoff-chuckle came from the skull mask. He tucked the book back into his belt, and exhaled through his nostrils for a few moments. Upon picking up his search. It took nearly an hour good, possibly productive time until he found his way through the streets, and to the entrance of the Iceberg Lounge building. Apparently, sticking out like a sore thumb was just a part of his charm with people. Strangely, he could still remember why he wore his mask... It didn't matter, though. He was on the clock. A few moments later, he was at the doors to the club, and pushing through with the sort of presence only the scariest mercenary badass in the city could. Scanning the area again, he set a hand on the hilt of his broadsword.

If someone was really interested, and if he wasn't late, and in the right place, they'd talk to him. Or try to kill him. Either would ramp up the excitement.

"... To forget."

If the man stuck out like a sore thumb out on the streets, he definitely turned heads the moment he walked through the doors of the high-class lounge. Save for just a handful of patrons who were in costume, the rest of the establishment were wearing dinner gowns, suits, or odd little corsets with fishnets

...alright, so maybe he didn't stick out too much, but he was the newest costume to just barge through the doors since Typhoid had arrived.

The woman glanced over from the private booth she and her two new friends were currently sitting in. Her green eyes flickered momentarily over the man's costume, then came to rest on the sword he had just placed his hand on. For the first time in hours, excitement flashed in the woman's eyes. Real excitement. The "ooh, do I spy a new playmate" sort of excitement. To add to that a smile slowly spread across her dark lips.

She wanted to play... oh did she want to play. She hated these dull little meetings. But with the information the little trio was trying to obtain, she couldn't risk loosing all of that just because she made someone spontaneously combust in the middle of the large fountain in the center of the lounge.

Kingpin wouldn't be very happy with her if she did that.

Smitty, who had heard the man ask the question, but didn't see the face, turned around.

"Well, I guess I can he- GAH!!!" the mobster yelped before gaining his composure. "I can help you. Ever heard of Razolli Industries?" he asked, emphasizing "industries" to give this new guy the hint that this was possibly the hit he was looking for!

(Arell vs. Taskmaster. THIS I'd pay big bucks to see!)

"Oh, I beg to differ..." the woman practically purred. The grin on her face had grown into an all out smile once the skull clad man had mentioned getting the Lounge messy. "This sparkling clean get up could use a fresh coat of paint. Blood red water surrounding that too-perfectly cut iceberg sitting in the center of the room would be a nice little touch. Maybe a few lopped off body parts here and there..." she continued, tracing one of her gloved fingers gently across the hilt of one of her own swords. The tone of her voice was more flirtatious than threatening. Considering her past history with men, it would be more surprising if she didn't flirt while on the job.

"Though I'm not sure I need my new... friends... her to be the ones to decorate the place. Especially now while we're in the middle of a nice little chat with the manager." she said with a small sigh. She leaned forward on the table and placed her chin on the ball of her palm. "As for the "physically disproportionate crime-boss"... as you put it... it just so happens there are a few of those hobbling around." she continued, then grinned again. "You'll have to get a little more specific than that, baby. Are you looking for "big" or "small" physically disproportionate? Are you looking for just in this city, or is anywhere fair game? I know of at least one that's always looking for some employees..." she said, then let her eyes flicker down towards the sword the man was so tightly gripping. "Of course... he doesn't take just anyone. Amateurs and cops tend to die messily."