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Ah, so this was why Blonde had asked him to sit next to her; to have backup just a little bit closer should Lycoris react violently to her actions. It would have been disingenuous to say that he wasn't a little disappointed. He had hoped that the request was perhaps a small gesture of forgiveness, or at least a subtle hint that forgiveness was not out of the question. Irritation flashed briefly through his mind, as he would have appreciated more of a heads up than being asked to sit next to her. But perhaps he was truly irritated with himself for getting his hopes up.

But his own personal drama would have to wait, as the masked woman had drawn a gun on Lycoris, and it still wasn't clear how she would respond. He knew that he could move faster than anyone in the car if it came right down to it. But Lycoris was also sitting right next to the Mistress, which made the prospect of opening fire in the confined space a less then enticing one. For now he would just have to hope that everything stayed calm.

 

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Now things are getting interesting. For once Middy felt relief that Blonde wasn't on her back, and she truly felt sympathy for the girl she nicknamed Lick. Middy had liked Lick from the start and had liked her even more after the woman blessed the cartel blade with her own blood. Lick was a good girl. But it seemed Blonde has other idea regarding Lick.

Uncrossing her arms, Middy relaxed her body, raising her awareness to the limit. If Lick would do something funny, Middy was obliged to act since she was on Blonde's payroll. She might not be paid in gold but a favor from Blonde carries a lot of weight. Probably.

Unperturbed, she would glance back to her window but her senses were attuned to everything around her. If Lick made any sudden movements, Middy would jump on her and pin her limbs. She would try to keep Lick alive instead of killing her outright. This is the greatest respect she can give for her newfound friend Lick.

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Lycoris takes one look at the pistol on her current employer’s knee and sighs, minutely shaking her head.

Mother Crow, have mercy.

“There is no need for that here, Miss Blonde.” Her gaze wanders into the night beyond the glass, staying silent for a moment. “A few weeks prior to our little sojourn in the wilds, you employed a few mercenaries to take over Club Euphoria.” Her fingers tap a thoughtless but steady rhythm against her thigh. “Surprisingly, the mission did not succeed,” her gaze catches the eyes of the masked woman, “or perhaps, not on your part.”

Belladonna, however: right there is someone who knows who to follow to victory. It is a shame—Lycoris will not acknowledge the burning hurt deep down in what’s left of her chest—that the Belle of Death should choose to leave her comrades, her own family behind in pursuit of whatever that other organization has seen fit to offer her.

“I believe you were present that night, and so, with your due diligence, would’ve seen a woman with red hair, dark as blood, amongst your associates.” That beautiful hair has always been why Lycoris has envied her sister most. “My employer is interested to acquire knowledge of her current whereabouts, and what really happened that night.”

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@ourlachesism @danzilla3 @Zashiii

Silence overcame the limo. A deep and eerie quiet that informed one that violence was about to happen. A sense that would fill the average person with the primordial instinct of fight or flight due to the fear of death. It was clear in that moment. Within the confines of this vehicle, somebody was going to die. 

 

The silence was broken as the hammer of the pistol was thumbed back. With an extended elbow the barrel of the weapon was pointed directly at Cora’s head. The soulless and ruthless lenses of Miss Blonde’s gas mask stared at the woman. They gazed at the very depth of her soul while the pistol remained leveled with the promise of killing the young woman. 

 

”You come into my organization. You sneak past my trusted confidants, and you want me to answer you?” In a hostile voice, Blonde had all but solodified the fact that she would end the girl right here and right now. 

 

”There’s only one way to solve this.” Blonde said and with another click, the safety of the weapon was off. 

 

Another moment of silence passed as of everyone in the limo waited in stillness for the shot to go off. 

 

However it wasn’t a shot that went off. It was laughter. Lowering her pistol and being overcome with a fit of the giggles, Miss Blonde continued to laugh and with her the hired mercenaries and other people in her employ who knew her.

 

”I’m just fucking with you.” She said as she began to get a hold of herself. 

 

”Princess Vex, right?” Blonde was of course sure it was.

 

Where she had come from, she ran a conglomerate of gangs that shared information with one another. So this wasn’t something that was even remotely foreign to her. Another organization or person wanted information on an operative. Miss Blonde would of course be more than happy to provide. 

 

”Well I hired her. I’m afraid I don’t know her real name. I sensed a terrible presence in the club and I told everyone to bail from the job and run. I don’t know what happened after I left and gave the order to retreat. I told them to meet me at my bar for payment afterwards. However she never showed up after that. So your guess is as good as mine as to what happened to her. I do wish I could help you more.” With her pistol now put away, Blonde sat back in her seat.

 

”Tell you what though. You help me with this job, and I’ll do everything I can to help you find your friend. You have my word. If you agree then simply stay silent, if you disagree I’ll let you out at the nearest bus stop. We’re approaching our destination soon, so I’d make your choice quickly.” And that was it. Blonde had told her everything she knew and gave her an offer.

 

Afterwards. John would be surprised. She didn’t grab his hand. She didn’t cozy up and bury herself into him. All she did was lean her head on his shoulder. Her sweet smelling hair and part of her metallic mask would be on him. As if to say “I see you, John. And I know.” Perhaps her asking him over was more than a precaution since she could of handled the threat herself.

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For a moment it seemed like violence was unavoidable, and surprisingly even to him, John wasn't very happy about it. He liked killing, but for him it was only fun when there was a fight, the rush that came with life and death combat. Right now it was just an act of pragmatism; done with the same dispassion that one might use to order takeout for dinner. Not that he was above taking care of business, but this one bothered him because Lycoris seemed like she would be an interesting opponent. It seemed a shame to just shoot her in the head and be done with it.

Needless to say then that he was pleased when the situation deescalated, and Blonde gave the other woman the information she was looking for. Unfortunately he tensed back up again as the masked woman lay her head upon his shoulder. He was no stranger to physical contact, but usually he was either hurting someone, or pleasuring them. In this context, he wasn't sure what he should do, if he should wrap one arm around her, or simply leave her be. Before he could contemplate it further, he inhaled her scent, and felt the warmth of her on his shoulder. He relaxed, letting the tension ease from his body until he was simply sitting back in his seat, enjoying the moment for however long it lasted.

He just hoped that Blonde did not mistake his seeming inaction for lack of interest.

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To be quite honest with herself, Lycoris is at a complete loss when Miss Blonde starts laughing, accompanied by a chorus of guffaws and chuckles from the rest of her crew.

”I’m just fucking with you.”

Ah. She does not deign to provide that statement with an answer, opting instead to nod at the woman’s next question. Princess Vex, indeed. Belladonna is one of the brightest of stars among the ranks of the princesses, but good with aliases, she most certainly is not, Lycoris thinks.

She nods her head at certain points during Miss Blonde’s following speech, grimacing faintly at the details unraveling before her. She has come this far, spent most of her time with people she only vaguely knows and cares even less for, and all for it to just be a somewhat dead end. Just her sort of luck.

“So your guess is as good as mine as to what happened to her. I do wish I could help you more.”

Lycoris sighs, nods with understanding. “It is appreciated.” She’ll have to look into this a little more deeper, then. There is no returning to the roost without results, not for her.

”Tell you what though. You help me with this job, and I’ll do everything I can to help you find your friend. You have my word. If you agree then simply stay silent, if you disagree I’ll let you out at the nearest bus stop. We’re approaching our destination soon, so I’d make your choice quickly.”

She tilts her head at that, silently considering for a moment, before simply nodding at Miss Blonde. Lycoris leans back against the headrest, closing her eyes for a moment, the glare of streetlights passing over her eyelids.

She does not curse Belladonna’s name, but it is a near thing.

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@ourlachesism @danzilla3 @Zashiii

It was quiet in the limo for a few minutes. It felt nice, not the silence, but leaning against John. She liked the man, he was someone who at the very least somewhat understood her general situation. The life of crime, living outside the law and having to carry the weight that came with it. Blonde was someone who at one point was on top of the world, yet never felt more alone. Perhaps John would never truly understand how she felt and the pain separation anxiety, but that didn’t really matter right now. What mattered was that she could have a few minutes to just not feel that way. Before it was back to business and death. So she didn’t say anything to the man. Her small form leaned against the broad man’s arm and shoulder. She was just tired, so very tired.

 

However the time would come. Back to business. The limo would come to a grinding halt as it pulled up in front of a rather expensive looking warehouse in front in the more lavish and refined area of Last Chance. The gentrified and yuppy half of the city where the seeds of money and industry had flourished to create what some might call a diamond in the rough. Blonde however was keen to remind people that the turn of phrase still implied that the rough and criminally minded still existed. So within the limo she’d sit up and give a quick briefing as to what they were doing here.

 

”Old money, ladies and gentlemen. It seems that the people in this city still largely look up to the Fuller family. Their late leader Elnic has since had his great organization splintered and broken into smaller family run gangs and clicks. However the name still does hold sway and merit here.” Blonde said in a stern voice then held out a strange metallic device in the palm of her hand. 

 

The device light up to reveal a holographic blue image of a younger man, possibly in his late twenties. Young, Caucasian, and with dirty blonde hair. All and all an average looking man. 

 

”Roger Fuller. Often known by his street name Little Raj, he is Elnic’s nephew or something along those lines. That being said, he has agreed to meet with us to unload an item that I want that he stole. Now it’s too hot for him to move, but not for me. We will walk inside, buy the material to make the trade, then leave. It’s as simple as that. Security is key here, Last Chance’s police force steps their game up around this side of town. So be aware, and be ready for anything. If we have to shoot our way out then remember, no civilian casualties. I don’t need to be investigated yet.” Hopefully everyone here could grasp what she said. 

 

”There’s guns in the trunk, help yourselves. Let’s go get this money.” Blonde said then stepped out the vehicle. 

 

An open and well light warehouse garage door was open and awaiting them. Inside staring down at them were the faces of various men and women with weapons and other tools of death. In the middle Roger, simply waiting for them to arrive and walk inside. Blonde would make her way there and keep a leveled calm and aura of deadlines to her.

 

”Good to see you in person Roger. Do you have the stuff?” Blonde said to initiate the beginning of this little transaction.

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The moment with Blonde was over all to quickly, and John found himself wishing that he could somehow make it last just a little longer. He didn't know everything about the burden the woman carried, but he knew what it was like to carry such things with you. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, but he was sure that when she was pressed up against him that she seemed as at peace as he felt. Something inside him that he couldn't quite identify chimed in that he wished he could make her feel that way all the time. It was a strange thought. Of course John had friends, and he didn't want anything bad to happen to them, but this was different. With Blonde he wanted to actively try to make her happy.

Lost in his thoughts, John still managed to pay enough attention to Blonde's briefing to get the general idea of the presentation. They were going to make a trade with another individual of a shady nature. If anyone tried to stop them, they would kill them. Not exactly an overly complicated mission. Once the limo pulled over he went around to the trunk as expected, and while searching for a weapon found a box labeled, "For John." A grin spread across his face as he was sure he knew what it was. Upon opening the box, his grin grew even wider.

"Oh my! It's even better than I imagined it!"

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The weapon was modeled after a drawing he had seen in a book on ancient cultures some time ago. While it may have looked like little more than a club with razor sharp spikes lining the side, this was no ordinary weapon. The spikes lining the weapon were actually the teeth taken from three Elder Dragons that he had helped Blonde hunt on their first job together. Enchanted to draw out the latent power of the teeth, the club could channel lightning, fire, or grow heavier. He spun it around in his hand before slinging it over his shoulder.

"Now it's a party!"

John followed Blonde into the building, drawing a few stares from the other guys bodyguards for his awesome weapon. He grinned with a faint air of menace and stood still, waiting to see if he would get a chance to test his new weapon.

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A paddle with spikes. A spikey paddle? Paddle Spikey? Whatever that thing's name was it sure looked nasty as hell. Seeing it with her own eye only made her realize what kind of man John really is. She did not really expect this of him. Seeing him enjoy his new toy, the Middy could not help but to swallow whatever witty retort she was supposed to say. It finally dawned on her. It was clear as day. With paddles that painful looking, Middy could assume that John was really into some kinky shit. 

Shaking her head at the bitter realization, Middy frowned as she secured her own weapons, a pair of pistols, an assortment of grenades, and of course ammunition. Unlike her fellow operatives, she simply did not have the ability to conjure ammo at will, shooting round after round without a care for reloading. There are times that it seemed that she felt that this kind of life was not fit for her. Perhaps she should have asked pointers form Blonde regarding this phenomenon. 

Finally armed to the teeth, the bland faced woman would follow in John's wake, another set of eyes to ensure the safety of Ms Blonde. Not that the woman really needed them, Middy was pretty sure the masked woman can handle herself in a fight. Especially when she's the boss of a criminal organization. And having paddle Johnny as her bodyguard and escort. There was nothing Middy can do but prepare for the inevitable and hope this transaction would run as smoothly as possible. Which probably won't.

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The conversation pivots to the mission at hand, and Lycoris listens quietly, gazing out into the night before turning her eyes to the holographic image of the man. She is not familiar with this Fuller character—perhaps the Crow or even Belladonna knows more—but a job is a job. She’ll do what she must.

Lycoris steps out the limo after the rest of them, gaze sweeping over the assembled weaponry with a faintly critical air. Her equipment is more than enough for any sort of mission, but a few extra weapons won’t be amiss. She wordlessly takes a pistol and a few knives, hides them amongst the folds of her dark garments.

John’s weapon is impressive, though. She gives it a longing glance before turning away.

As they stride into the warehouse, Lycoris trails behind the others, taking note of every possible escape route in case things go awry. Her trigger finger, however, is itching for a fight, and so she stands firm and gives the other group a considering look, one hand nonchalantly perched against her thigh.

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@Zashiii @danzilla3 @ourlachesism

Roger gave the woman a short once over, and the word short was very intentional. Blonde stood at about five feet tall with the shoes she wore to give her an extra inch. All and all Blonde wasn’t a very impressive sight, the only intimidating qualities she had was the all black mobster suit and the dark steel gas mask. 

 

”Miss Blonde, shorter than I expected.” Little Raj said with a short chuckle afterwards. 

 

If she had a credit for every time she had heard that. While she had killed people for far less than that, she was still holding on to the idea of trying to be a better person. So a bullet to the face was not on the list of options at the moment. For now this would be handled in the matter in which financial transactions traditionally were. 

 

”Do you have the stuff?” Blonde said a bit slower this time to make sure the fool had heard her. 

 

Before the man responded, the targeting computer and scanners in her mask began to highlight everything of importance in the room. Number of life forms, weapons in hand, and of course the most important bit. What they were here for. Results began to pour in and everything counted six guards armed with automatic weapons, one explosive device in one of aforementioned guards side, some sort of strange device attached to another that the mask couldn’t quite place, and finally within the large brown crate in the center of the guards was more than a few kilograms of an unknown material.  Which was most likely what Blonde had come here for. Materials and devices from this world still needed to be categorized and uploaded into the mask. 

 

”Yeah I got it, you got the money?” Raj asked of the woman in a rather demanding tone. 

 

”Of course.” Reaching into her pocket the woman pulled out a small data crystal and handed it to the man. 

 

Grabbing the device, a look of confusion laced with frustration began to form on his face. As if he wasn’t holding what he wanted. 

 

”Where’s the money?” He asked with that tone growing ever more violent in nature. 

 

”You think I’m just going to wheel hundreds of pounds of gold through the streets? This isn’t amateur hour. That’s a data crystal and on are bearer bonds that you can pull money out of from whatever bank or broker you want. I had assumed someone with your last name would have the foresight and intellect to understand how this all works.” Talking down to the man as if she stood much taller than Roger, Blonde laid into him so he’d better understand the nuances of this profession. 

 

”Now show me the merchandise before I paint the walls of this room with your guys.” That would be the clue for her employees to start acting a bit more intimidating. 

 

”Fine!” Roger yelled then snapped his fingers and had his men open the chest behind him. 

 

From inside the chest there it was, kilograms and kilograms of Uru.

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John had no problem acting like an intimidating thug, it came as easy to him as breathing. Most people found his perpetual grin a bit unnerving to being with, so he only needed to smile a bit wider, and twirl his weapon around in his hand to get the desired effect. He had dealt with men of Roger's ilk before; all silk suits and sharp smiles until something didn't go how they expected. As the man had just demonstrated, they also didn't like to be talked down to; practically addicted to having other people kiss their ass. Blonde was having none of that, and seeing her put the young man in his place made him... excited.

Still, something didn't seem right. Raj was just a bit too on edge, sweating profusely, and fidgeting back and forth. Now that he was looking, John noticed that the man's pupils were dilated, and he breathing was quicker than it should have been. His goon squad were also abnormally tense, and he was starting to wonder what the hell was going on. This was supposed to be a man accustomed to illicit dealings, so why did he seem so anxious? Perhaps it was time to press just a little, and see what happened.

"You seem nervous Ral," John drawled, "What are you so stressed about eh?"

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”Miss Blonde, shorter than I expected.”

Middy couldn't help but frown at the man's awful diss. He should have known better than to poke fun at Blonde's height. Most the short people she knew had such high drives to succeed, a stark contrast to their height. And most of them are quite the accomplished individuals. So the man must have been sick in the head to assert his authority by commenting at Blonde's height. This poor man, Blond will chew him when this is all done.

”Do you have the stuff?”

Blonde seemed eager today. Middy bet she has something else up her sleeve. Is she still adapting to this world? Perhaps trying to learn more about the world through shady transactions. Middy can't help but admire the diminutive masked woman. But she too is here to learn from Blonde so she isn't any better.

”Yeah I got it, you got the money?”
”Of course.” 
”Where’s the money?”
”You think I’m just going to wheel hundreds of pounds of gold through the streets? This isn’t amateur hour. That’s a data crystal and on are bearer bonds that you can pull money out of from whatever bank or broker you want. I had assumed someone with your last name would have the foresight and intellect to understand how this all works.” 

Things are about to get real. The man must be outraged at Blonde's queer way of handling things. The crystal must have held some kind of information regarding the man's pay/ Perhaps, the number to Blonde's account? Smooth as always. Not everyone needs to carry a suspiciously large briefcase filled with cash when trading. Makes a lot of sense. Once more, Middy has learned something new from Blonde.

”Now show me the merchandise before I paint the walls of this room with your guys.”  

Is Blonde encouraging us to be intimidating? Surely she isn't that rash to kill these guys before the transaction is completed. Eh, she's just playing the intimidation factor. Lycoris and John would do a better job, though. Both Middy and Blonde aren't really terrifying to look at. Blonde has height problems and Middy is too unremarkable to make any impression at all. She had no idea what John saw in her in the first place.

"You seem nervous Ral," John drawled, "What are you so stressed about eh?"

Interesting? John must be onto something here. Crossing her arms against her chest, Middy tapped into Sera's ability borrowing her skill to perceive waves. If these guys are planning something funny, there's gotta be someone else watching. Perhaps a superior? Middy's minds shifted through her enhanced senses and managed to grab hold of a faint signal which Sera once told her about. Radio waves? Or something like that. Does that mean wiretaps? Suspicion aside, Middy did not want to do anything rash to botch this transaction. Any sudden action might alert the opposing party and make them more defensive. For now, it's best to play safe.

With a slight frown, Middy sent a rather curt mental message to both John and Lycoris and some then electronic impulses to Blonde's mask which only says one thing. - "Ware. Possible wiretaps."

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Ultimately, deep down inside, Lycoris is not one for words. She prefers action, bloodshed, dodging blades and bullets, adrenaline coursing through her veins. So, really, it is not entirely her fault if she feels herself drifting away a few times during the ensuing conversation between her current employer and Roger Fuller.

The few times she has ever seen the Crow do business—the real sort of business she deals in, under the facade of nightclubs and opera houses and wineries—it has rarely gotten to a point where the contact can talk down to her, not in the way Little Raj is doing to Miss Blonde now. It has also rarely gotten to a point where the Crow has to utter anything vaguely threatening, even. But of course, there is something unearthly when it comes to Míra, a sense that nothing can touch those flawless features, much less harm them, and no one questions it, opting to respond instead with fear or awe or a delicious blend of both.

When it comes down to it, this sort of mockery, of visible hostility from Roger Fuller will get himself shot dead immediately, if the Crow herself were standing where Miss Blonde stands now.

She quietly take note of the sudden blip of a voice in her mind informing her about wiretaps. Outwardly indifferent to both tenuous allies and aggressive opposition, Lycoris straightens her spine, tilts her head the way Hyacinth would do when she wants to unsettle her quarry. Her hand does not move from her thigh, and her gaze passes over those assembled on the other side of the divide.

She wonders how fast she can send a bullet through each and every one of those heads.

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@ourlachesism @danzilla3 @Zashiii

Thankfully Cora didn’t need to wait when it came to answering that question. Blonde’s mask was in fact enchanted. One could not read her mind or learn her identity through methods involving psychic probing. However, that did not mean she couldn’t extend out her field of influence to pick up on the energies and messages that were around her. One often needed to be aware of such things, especially in situations such as these where traditional forms of communication were often being monitored. 

 

”So are we good then, short stuff?” Roger said in a mocking tone, as if he felt scorned for things not going his way. 

 

Miss Blonde would step forward and look down at the product to see if it was the genuine article. A few taps and a couple of scratches and everything checked out. It was time to make their exchange. 

 

”We’re good.” After she had said that there was a brief moment of silence before Blonde made her move. 

 

In almost a flash, a pistol was produced into her hand and went off. The bullet struck the man with the wire tap in the head. Splattering his brains across the floor the man fell over dead and in another movement just as fast, Blonde violently grabbed Raj by his throat and held him a few inches off the ground. With her arm extended outwards, it would seem the woman was stronger than she looked. Of course this was an obvious signal for her men to take out the other guards and not to shoot Roger. With her enhanced grip holding him up, the man was gasping and choking for air in shock. 

 

”Getting a good view from up there, Little Raj? You must feel really big now.” Blonde said in a rather cold voice. 

 

Hopefully she wouldn’t have to deal with any automatic fire coming her way. John was someone she could trust to deal with that, and hopefully the new hire and the thot crew could be of use this time as well.

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