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((Mayhem, you typoed Tony's name instead of Danave in your last post.))

((Lolly, I wasn't done yet! rofl ))

Laura had assumed that this would put Bubba out for the count--but he stumbled back up, and began to chase the girl. Only, he found that he could not go far... mortal wounds tended to slow people down. So, Bubba was left hunched over, with hands on his knees and blood soiling his shirt.

He hadn't known that she wielded a sword.

She didn't realize that she was being tracked. Bubba's artificial eye was no longer with him. She escaped almost unscathed. His wound would heal in the next hour.

Well, the following events certainly proved to be interesting.

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"I don't care about the police force, that's true," Jasmine answered after a moment. "But that doesn't really change anything, now does it?"

She stepped closer, with the syringe full of silver liquid in hand. She seemed hesitant. "Our first target... is the nephew of the Mafia Don. You still want this, you can fight... with me."

((Can't post as Delton until Arthur gets his act together.))

Vincent looked at her, concidere it, and then said, "You b***h. I wont be played by you." he sat up (which hurt like hell) and looked at her, "I can get a full squad in here. Anyways, there's probably a little surprise in that seringe. Poison? Tracking device? Iron so that a megnet will pull me appart?"

Tony lay down another 10 Gs and went for another round.



Arthur got his results back. The injury wasn't severe, but he would need to take it easy and would be under the watch of doctors for the next couple of days. He was in a room in the hospital, just lying there. He was deep in thought.



"Yeah, too bad they probably bugged the whole house. Oh well. They already know about my mafia connection" Anthony chuckled and sat down on the bed.

Anthony just nodded.

Jasmine's eye narrowed, flashing angrily. But she kept her temper under control. "If I wanted you dead," she said softly, voice laced with venom, "you'd be dead already." The woman retrieved a suppressed sidearm from the small of her back, tucked into the waistband of her jeans. This she pointed at Vincent. Then, she stared into his eyes for a few moments, before putting the weapon away.

"I can see you're just going to be suspicious of me and my motives," she mused quietly, thoughtful. "But I know what your skills are worth, even though it's killing me to admit it. I've already told you: my motives are completely selfish. I like the incompetent police force. If it would reassure you, I'll inject myself with a bit first. If that won't change your mind, we're done here. You'll never see me again."

A small, barely perceptible tone in Jasmine's voice told Vincent that she did not want that.

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Bubba found his vehicle and got the hell out of Dodge. Soon, he was cruising through the streets (after his vehicle had changed paint color due to the time of day reflecting the light differently off of his special type of car paint), looking for a place to clean up. The blood had already stopped flowing--and the girl Laura would expect him, Bubba, to come either in a few days at the least, or never again. When he showed up an hour and a half later, completely healed, she would be in for a shock.

For the time-being, he took to using an eyepatch. A safehouse was eventually located. It contained ammunition, food, a shower, and a change of clothing. A new arsenal of weapons would be more suitable for his quarry, whom possessed a seeming resistance to guns. Bubba would need something more... up-close and personal.

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Soon, a nurse would come in and ask if Arthur wanted to see a 'Sage Delton.'

Arthur looked up, though not quickly. He groaned, but replied "yes...bring him in". Arthur didn't really feel like speaking to him right now, but he knew he needed to in order to catch who they were after.



"Need any help with your bug hunt?" Anthony asked.

Anthony was a bit taken aback. "Well excuse me for trying to be nice" he said.

"I was getting angry because everytime I tried to get close to help you, you would just push me away and say that you could handle things on your own" Anthony said, "the past is the past. We can't change it, but we can change how it makes us view things".