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Thane's heart was threatening to tear itself from the confines of his chest. He was sweating uncontrollably, his skin shimmered in sweat. In desperation, he removed his shirt, despite the cold wind blowing through the open window above him. What's going on?!?! What's happening?!?! Electricity crackled in the air all around Thane, arcing to nearby metal shelves of weapons. Some electronic equipment fried on the spot, screens that once glowed dully now blinked into blackness. His hands grabbed his head in desperation, the pain he was feeling was nothing like he'd ever felt before. BLITZKRIEG!! IS THIS YOUR DOING?!?!?! Insane laughter answered him, and he suddenly became aware of his hands and arms. BOTH of them. Thane gaped in amazement as his right AND left arm both turned into symmetrical versions of Blitzkrieg's weaponized form. What are you doing!?! Blackness crossed his vision, and he was once again standing in the shaft of light. Blitzkrieg's piercing golden eyes stared down at him from the blackness. "What's going on!?", demanded Thane.

"We're going out for a night on the town Thane! And I'M DRIVING!!", boomed Blitzkrieg's voice, echoing through the blackness.

Just before Thane lost control, he screamed.

-------------------------Blitzkrieg-------------------------------------

[i]The takeover now completed, Blitzkrieg(in Thane's body) admired his arms and claws. Rolling his shoulders and flexing them, he felt the spines move fluidly, clicking when they connected. Fingers clinked softly as they moved back and forth, then curled into fists. Blitzkrieg felt like cheering, but remembered what Thane had done. Impudent little brat. Relaxing his tense muscles, Blitzkrieg turned his golden eyes to the window, smirking. (OOC: All of this is done before someone can enter the room.) Hunting time. Taking a running start, he flung himself through the narrow opening with little effort, landing on the powdery snow outside. Snowflakes didn't get a chance to land on his skin, they simply melted from the small arcs of static that shot off of Blitzkrieg. Where to start...?

Sifting through Thane's memories, Blitzkrieg skimmed the meeting, and found the spot that was designated the "target". Chuckling to himself, Blitzkrieg trotted off towards the brothel.

------Brothel------

Eyeing the dull brick building, Blitzkrieg sighed regretfully. Not much to do here...I think... A soft crunching sound announced some people moving from a back alley, followed by laughter and suggestive wordplay. Bingo. Planting himself in the front of the alley, Blitzkrieg watched as two prostitutes and their patron walked towards the alley, all of them not noticing anything around him. That is, until they fell into Blitzkrieg's shadow.

"Whaddya want mishter? Ya need directshuns to thuh comic book shtore?", slurred the man. Blitzkrieg's nose wrinkled at the smell of alcohol that wafted from his open, drooling mouth. A look of blissful inebriated ignorance was clearly visible on his face, as well as bloodshot eyes. The prostitutes looked on, silently, but warily. It appeared they were not as drunk as their customer.

"Well, I wanted to just have a little fun. I think I'll start with...", Blitzkrieg responded sarcastically. He was pointing a metal finger from one person back to another. "You!", he cried out joyously, pointing at the prostitute dangling from the man's right arm. In an instant, Blitzkrieg was in front of them, smiling like a madman.

"Wha... Wha... WHA...!", stuttered the man, taking his arms away from the prostitutes and falling butt-first into the snow. He stared wide-eyed in shock as Blitzkrieg punched one of the prostitutes as hard as he could in the stomach with his left arm, sending her now lifeless and broken body flying up towards a fire escape, where it collided with a sickening crunch and fell onto the (now thoroughly crimson-stained) snow below. The second prostitute didn't have time to scream as Blitzkrieg's right arm shot out and grabbed her by the neck as she tried, unsuccessfully, to run past him. She choked and sputtered as the cold metal fingers crushed her windpipe and cut off oxygen to her brain. With a final squeeze that snapped her spinal cord, Blitzkrieg let the second body fall in a heap. The prostitutes blue eyes stared unblinkingly at the grey sky.

The man tried to scoot away from Blitzkrieg, who advanced upon him quickly. Easily picking the man up by the collar with one massive fist, Blitzkrieg slammed him into the wall, knocking the breath out of the man. Tears were streaming down his face as he was begging for his life. Blitzkrieg cocked a massive fist backwards, mockingly saying, "I guess it's not your lucky day, huh?" Sparks flew from the fist as it slammed into the man's face, shattering the front part of his skull. The electricity made his body convulse involuntarily, then the body went limp. Dropping the faceless body into the snow, Blitzkrieg walked towards the brothel. Good start., he mused with a smile.