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Spencer Borden

"I can't drown my demons. They know how to swim."

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a character in “A Little Mayhem”, originally authored by συιʝα, as played by RolePlayGateway

So begins...

Spencer Borden's Story

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Spencer paced back and forth on the rooftop of the building across the street. Her friends were on the ground and she could easily see them from where she was, the few times she peeked over the edge that is. Her hood was down and she was trying to calm the urge of punching something in the face all while the villains spoke to each other in the ear piece. She really wasn't paying attention to their banter and only trained her ears onto the information she needed. As time went on she peeked over the edge a few more times to make sure her team mates were okay especially on Molly's side. If anything happened to her especially Spencer would surely lose it.

Red sat down only for a few minutes observing the villain that was in the tree spider monkeying her way up when another one of them showed up. Again she watched for what seemed to be a couple of seconds before a gun shot made her instantly whip her head around towards where the sound came from with bow in hand. She loaded a red tipped arrow as her eyes scanned the ground across the street and when Molly quipped up about the mans location Spencer's eyes quickly locked onto him. "I got him in my sights, she went quiet for a second while Red shot an arrow through the mans hand that held the gun causing him to drop it on the ground. "well he's got no gun in his hand now, that won't hold him for long though." she commented through the ear piece.

As the guy dropped to his knees grabbing his hand in pain Spencer took this time to slide down the pipe that was attached to the side of the building and hit the ground with a light thump. She jogged over to Molly while keeping her head down and crouched beside her. "I bought them some time to make a move but they better make it quick because I don't know if righty over there knows how to shoot with his left."

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Upon hearing footsteps coming toward her, Molly lifted her head to see a familiar face approaching. It was Spencer, or Red, Molly's best friend. Being closer to her only brought more comfort and listening to her voice did the same. When Red finished speaking and Hecate began Molly frowned. "We need to get over to Hecate, or at least I do." Molly told Red. "She's clearly hurt." Up until this point the young healer had been sitting in a bush like dead weight, waiting for something to happen, hoping that someone would shout coordinates into the ear piece of her sisters location, or names of the people involved with the kidnapping. Now, she could actually help. Even if it was just fixing a sprained ankle. Molly sat up straight and leaned forward looking over at the building across the street. "Red can you finish off the gunman?" The smaller girl asked, beginning to stand up. She readjusted her jacket, brushing off dirt from her pants. She was not made for the outdoors and wasn't particularly fond of hiding in a bush.

"Hey uh Hecate I'm coming over there." She spoke softly looking at Spencer. Then after squeezing her friends hand gently she pulled her hood up and ran across the street to the tree were Hecate and Ig stood.

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"We need to get over to Hecate, or at least I do." said Molly and Spencer couldn't help but to glance over towards Hecate's direction before nodding. Spencer was going to tell Molly to be careful but she ran off before she could so Spencer also pulled up her hood with this fiery glint in her eyes. She stood up from the bush and jogged out onto the street just in time to see the gunman up from the ground with gun in hand, his left that is and trained on Molly. Right then Surge's comment came through the earpiece making Spencer smirk as she pulled back on her bow and released. Red wasn't fast enough though because the gun went off. Luckily for her the arrow hit the man's shoulder with such force that it made his arm jerk back in that split second casing the bullet to completely miss Molly but instead graze her left shoulder.

Red winced slightly at the sudden stinging pain but it was no where in hell near enough to stop her from aiming her next arrow at Mr.Righty's head. "Next one goes right through your eye, bastard." she said to herself before letting the last arrow fly. The man fell to the ground with a heavy thump and Spencer lowered her bow. "Aw, thank's for the compliment." said Spencer through the earpiece with that hint of sarcasm she is known to have as she walked up to the man pulling her arrow form his right eye with a twist and loud crack. I think I deserve a drink.

With that thought in place Red made her way back to Molly who was safely with Hecate's little group by the tree. As she was walking the little pyromaniac swiftly swung her arrow towards the left and the gore came flying off, splattering the concrete with a small blotch of red before putting it back in it's holster on her back. Red approached the group right when Surge was speaking and when he finished Red only pulled out her bow once more before waving it a bit. "Well? Whatcha waiting for let's go check it out. If I learned anything from watching batman it's that the joker never had just one henchmen to do his dirty work for him so I'm sure there has to be another one around here." She paused for a second to hand Molly one of her knives just in case and glanced over towards Hecate for a second before bringing her attention back towards Surge."Let's go have some fun."

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Encke stiffened considerably as he heard an arrow whistle through the air and land on its mark with a dull thunk, accompanied shortly after by a terse hiss of pain somewhere in front of him and to his left. His eyes widened, and he adjusted his position behind the tree to he would still be concealed from the gunman. He tried to glance over his shoulder to get a view of where the arrow had come from, but it was simply too dark to make out anything besides vague shapes and shadows. He knew pursuing a target when surrounded by uncertain company, whom he was fairly sure had not spotted him just yet, wasn't the brightest of ideas, but the gunman was getting away, and along with him Encke's best chance for finding the heroes.

He glanced around the tree again, feeling the damp, rough bark press into his cheek uncomfortably. A dark figure stalked off in the direction of the road, clutching his hand to his chest, and Encke started after him, taking less care to conceal himself as the man broke into a jog in the direction of the street. It was now or never.

The man ran out into the street, and Encke was but a few paces behind him, already feeling the water rise from puddles on the ground to swirl and writhe at his fingertips. He had almost reached the streetlight and reared his arm back to strike when another sharp thunk of an arrow pierced the air, freezing him in his place. A gunshot, and another arrow on its heels. Encke watched with shocked eyes as the bolt landed squarely in the man's face, protruding grotesquely amidst a small spray of blood before he crumpled noiselessly to the ground. It took a moment for his mind to kick into gear.

This idiot had just killed his only source of information. Assuming he was right about her connections to the group of villains who were supposedly working to free the heroes, this idiot had just killed her only source of information. He stood there, half livid and half in utter disbelief, instinctively reaching around his shoulder to grab the hilt of one of the long knives that were slung across his back. A well of anger he hadn't even know he'd had in him was bubbling to the surface, making his knuckles turn white as he gripped the handle of the blade. A tight coil wrapped around his chest. Every inch of his being commanded him to shake her, dig his fingertips into her shoulders and scream at her for her stupidity. He settled for unsheathing his knife and holding it out at his side, pointed slightly downward in a gesture of peace, but easy enough to flick up if he needed to defend himself. If this group of villains was going to go around killing his only connections to the heroes, then maybe it was time they finally talked. So instead of slinking back into the bushes before he was spotted, he stood in full illumination of the streetlight, glaring at the archer with hard, pale eyes.

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Well, tonight was going swimmingly. A gunman shows up, Edd gets whacked, and now she gets to sit in an alley while everyone else does shit without keeping her updated. How absolutely fantabulous. Apparently Hecate was hurt, and there hadn't been any reply from E or Delphi, so who even knew what was going on there.

"Anyone wanna fill me in on what's happening?" she said into the communicator, eyes flicking to the wall to make sure no one had come sniffing. "I mean, I get it, you're busy, but poor communication kills, so maybe spare a quick status update for the one who's not there?"

God, this had to be the worst part of being a distance fighter, she never knew what was going on unless someone told her or she had something in the field. She felt frustrated by the lack of knowledge, and her leg bounced compulsively as impatience ate away at her. She felt the need to do something, not out of worry, but to relieve this tension she got when she felt like she was being left out of the loop.

She flipped open her sketchbook, hastily drawing out something she could use to disguise herself - a dark mask with a flowing bluish mane and a purple design around its single eye hole.





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How delightfully animesque. She brought the mask into being, then draped it over her face before dropping the artificial wall and darting toward the office park. She kept to the shadows, ducking behind dumpsters and into alleyways whenever she felt someone was coming. When she finally arrived at her destination she took up position behind a tree to keep out of sight, taking in the view of her "teammates" just in time to see one put an arrow through a man's head, with grand hero Trapshot stepping forward to confront the archer.

Just fan-fucking-tastic.

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The only thing that Nora really loved about her visions, was finally being able to see again. She had to blink a couple of times to adjust her eyes, as most of the time it was quite over whelming. She took a couple steps back, covering her eyes, as they slowly adjusted to the bright white light of the room. As her vision settled she could see that she was back in the 3rd floor of the office complex again, except she was alone. Well she thought she was until she looked up and noticed 2 men talking hurriedly near the door. She took a couple steps towards them trying to attune her ears to their conversation, but she could only make out a couple of sentences. "Dammit! How could you have let this happen?!" "We didn't know they'd be with..." "If they figure out what we're doing, then we're screwed, he's going to skin us alive, do you want that?". The thing about her visions were, they were never direct, and she hated it. As she approached both of the men, she couldn't make out either of their features, it was almost like they were painted on a canvas but someone had gone up and smudged their faces, leaving a blurry mix of colors, bleeding together as a face. She could somewhat make out a distinct scar running across the man's, who she assumed was higher up, face. Soon their words started to slow down and mush together almost like a video tape slowly dying, and she was thrown out of the office building, smoothly into another setting.

The colors of this area were far more harsh, and dark. She could smell the musty, stale aroma of the air, and could faintly hear the sounds of dripping water, from pipes? She couldn't be for sure. She definitely knew she was in some underground sort of area. As her eyes adjusted to the dark lighting of the room she could make out several pallid faces surrounding her, it took her moment to realize she was surrounded by heroes, the missing heroes. She tried to get up, to maybe scout the area as much as she could to try and find some hint to where they were, but she couldn't move. She looked down at her wrists and noticed that they were tightly bound with some sort of rope, digging deeply into her flesh. She was horrified at the sight and tugged roughly on the bindings, but it only made her wrists scream in pain. "It's no use Quinn, we've tried thousands of times, you're just going to end up hurting yourself even more", Nora looked up to the source of the voice and noticed one of the heroes had spoken up. He had dark blonde hair that fell into his eyes, which were quite an odd shade of almost orange? He looked vaguely familiar, but she couldn't quite pinpoint it at all. She couldn't help but noticed how drained he looked, and as she looked around at the others they all looked the same, almost dead like the life force was slowly being sucked out of them like a straw. As she looked back to the boy to possibly ask him anything, anything to help, she nearly choked on a scream. His face, his face was horrific. Almost like a zombie that slowly had flesh peeling off to the bone. She had almost no time to react, as she felt a cold hand on her shoulder and looked over to see another hero with the same features, only this time, the girl was worse. Now she could see bone, poking out beneath the rotted flesh, as the girl reached out to her with a skeletal hand her eyes blank, blank and dead, this time Nora screamed.

It was abrupt, almost like she was being sucked through a vacuum, she had never switched visions before so painfully. She felt as if someone grabbed her and wrenched her out of the nightmare only to throw her into another. This time though she was surrounded by the harsh fluorescent lighting of a... doctor's office? No, it looked too, what's the word, shady? There we go, too shady to be a doctors office. She was still slightly shaking from fear and recovering from the last vision when the door to the room opened with a small creak and she looked up to watch middle aged man come into the room with a particular grim look on his face. He approached Nora, and looked her sternly in the eyes before speaking, his words felt almost detached to his body, it was all together quite terrifying. "It seems to be that you're aging at an accelerated pace.... On a subatomic level, your atoms are moving to fast for your body to comprehend, and in response your body is..." What the hell...? None of this made sense, what did this have to do with anything that she touched? As she looked closer though, she noticed that the doctor wasn't looking directly at her, but directly next to her. She slowly turned to see the form of.... E? Oh god, he must've touched her. She was seeing his future. Oh god, oh god.. She repeated as she turned back to the doctor, everything about the vision clicking into place.


Nora didn't realize she was screaming. She could her the loud pitch of a girl screaming, it sounded almost pained, but it didn't feel like it was coming out of her, but someone else. Her hands were like concrete gripping onto E's arms as she came back to the present, back into the office building, and out of the vision.

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Zoe just rolled her eyes at Surge, not even gracing him with a reply. Apparently Molly was on her way now, and while Zoe was more than willing to just move and deal with the pain, she was also pretty sure that the healer- and possibly some of her other teammates- would yell at her for doing so. So she stayed put, leaning against the tree where she had been.

She grinned at Spencer as she approached- but then noticed Encke's glare from across the street. Yet again, she rolled her eyes. "What happened to heroes being about preserving life and all that bull?" She asked the archer teasingly, straightening up as much as she could. Her ankle wasn't even that bad, but unlike Spencer, Molly was a typical hero who wouldn't want Zoe putting herself through anything unnecessarily. Zoe decided not to tell her about the time that she'd run an entire mission with a gunshot wound to her shoulder.

It was only then that she realised how quiet E had gone. "Yo, E, is everything okay? I get worried when I don't have your voice as white noise in the background," she said.

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E could hear the background noise, Robin hood taking down the gunmen, the puppy hero wanting said robin hood to finish off the gunman, which, if he were more... well, if he weren't so occupied, he would have made a comment on how odd it was that the heroes were the ones so quick to shoot in this, of Chiaroscuro asking for news, any news, but he couldn't say, or do, anything. All he could do was watch Nora and know that, if anything, all his touch had done was made it worse.

The convulsing had only gotten worse, and his entire body jumped when she screamed mere moments after touching her. E's first instinct was to move his hand and run, but before he could move an inch, she was clutching onto him, holding his arms in a vice-grip. "Nora!" E shouted once again, a vain effort to bring it to an end, to make her just stop. In response, she screamed. E winced and once again tried to pull away, but he couldn't break her hold.

The scream was pierced through him and struck his core, he had heard people scream before, but this was different, it was filled with so much pain, but it was almost as if she wasn't there. It was as if he was listening to a recording of her screaming in pain, locked in some far away room, a room where he, or anyone, could not reach her. Trapped in whatever was going on in her mind with the world just outside.

"Nora," E said desperate, this wasn't fair. He had always done his best to avoid this exact situation, he never should have joined this team, there was nothing wrong with being alone, this was... he couldn't deal with this. Trying, and failing, to block out the screams, he almost sagged with relief when he saw the milky white color slowly drain from her eyes, but her clutch was just as strong as ever, and he was terrified of sending her into another vision, heaven knows what she had already seen.

His name coming over his comm drew his attention back from the recovering psychic, "I-I," he started, his voice trailing off at Hecate's question, "Y-Yeah, Omen had a vision... maybe more, I don't know, I think we are alright.." He said almost more to himself before casting a look down at the woman clutching on to him, "We... are alright... aren't we?"

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As Molly crossed the street, she heard another gun shot. Cringing slightly at the sound she continued on, unsure of where it had landed. Hecate, Surge, and Ig came into focus quickly as she neared the tree. Hecate was leaning against the trunk, putting pressure on her other foot. She didn't appear to be in any major pain. However, it was in no way safe for her to rely on a hurt ankle, especially if they had to make a run for it.

Molly approached Hecate slowly "Could you sit down? It's easier that way." She asked. The young healer had been doing this for years and after many sprains, twists, and breaks, she knew the fastest way to get this done. Once Hecate had done as asked Molly knelt down beside her ankle. She began to reach her hand out to roll back Hecate's pant leg, but there was a bit of hesistation. She'd never touched a villain before and she could only push away uncomfortable thoughts of what her parents would think if they saw her doing this. However, now was not the time to think of them. There were greater things at stake.

The healer rolled up the bottom of Hecate's pant leg about an inch and she pushed her sock down. Then she pressed her hand onto the girl's cold skin. When healing sprains and anything to do with the muscle, it was alway necessary to touch the hurt area. If the wound lay on the skin then hovering over it would do the job, but of course this was currently not the case. As her hand lay on Hecate's skin, a warm blue glow began to tranfer from Molly's fingers and palm, into Hecate's ankle. Both girls were able to feel the warmth and Molly kept her eyes on her hand, watching the blue glow. As the strengh in Hecate's ankle was restored the light began to fade away, until no light was visible to see.

""You should be good now." Molly avoided eye contact with Hecate and just out of luck Spencer came running up to join their now growing group of people. And so she slide over to stand next to Spencer. Due to the dim lighting Molly was completely unable to see the cut on Spencer's shoulder and only grimaced when her friend handed her a knife. ""Red I'm not going to go stab anyone..." She mumbled attaching the knife to her belt and looked over her friends shoulder to see Encke standing in the street. ""Uh what's Trap doing?" Blue asked nodding her head in his direction.

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Zoe just rolled her eyes and followed all of Blue's requests, knowing that arguing wouldn't be worth the trouble. One eyebrow arched at the healer's hesitation towards touching her, so she just yanked up the fabric of her pants herself. She was a little taken aback by the warmth- she'd been expecting coldness for some reason. As the glow faded, she rolled her ankle a little and raised an eyebrow again, but this time impressed. There was no pain whatsoever as she scrambled to her feet, brushing herself down.

"Yeah, no thanks to you, asshole," she teased, swatting his arm. It was only then that she spotted Spencer's injury. "Blue, you're not finished yet. Is the bullet lodged?" She asked, striding over to take a look at it. She didn't touch the hero, simply examined the wound. "Just a graze. You got lucky, Red," she said.

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He watched with seeming boredom as Red and Blue made there way over to help with Zoe's injured ankle. Though truth be told he was actually curious and watched Red as she casually murdered someone before their very eyes. Granted it was someone all to willing to kill everyone present, and Surge really couldn't bring himself to care. It was simply surprising to watch a hero do an enemy in, and as far as he was concerned it simply highlighted how self-righteous they could be. Of course it was okay when a hero took a life. "Guess they just don't make heroes like they used to." He spoke in response to Hecate, and really the tone of his voice made the intentions behind his words somewhat muddy. It could have been an insult, an indication of surprise, or even a compliment. When Red spoke to him he didn't really respond, offering only a small nod. Of course he wouldn't actually leave until Blue finished with Zoe's ankle.

He watched as Blue went to work on Zoe. Fortunately it didn't take long, and as she got back u she raised a good point as she spoke into the communication device. E had been unusually quiet. Did something happen? Was E hurt? What about Nora? He let out a sigh. he shouldn't have left them. He was about to speak up when E's voice rather shakily came through the comms device. It was easy to see why, and Surge's face went uncharacteristically white. He was well aware of how unpleasant Nora's visions could be. he eased slightly when Nora said she was fine but concern still lingered in his mind. H e simply waited patiently to find out her vision and consequently what their next move should be.

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"What happened to heroes being about preserving life and all that bull?" teased Zoe but in that moment Spencer took in the full realization of what she just did. She gave a nervous smirk before her eyes traveled down to Hecate's ankle where Molly worked. While it looked as if Spencer was just observing Molly's work quietly in reality she was trying to wrap her head around what she just did. She just killed a man in cold blood and . . . she didn't regret it. She just thought about the people that killed her sister and didn't feel guilty whatsoever. Red can remember the distinctive clothing that the men were wearing that night when she found her sister. They were dressed identical, looked like a uniform of sorts but this man she just killed wore street clothes. He had to be a hired killer, there couldn't be no other explanation.

Her mind pondered these questions before she was finally snapped out of it by her best friends little mumbles. "Y-you don't have to kill anyone." Spencer said as her voice faintly cracked in a distraught manner. "A knife isn't just used for killing . . ." she mumbled with eyes on the ground before turning around and facing Encke. She met cold eyes with her own challenging stormy grey ones as they stared each other down for what seemed like hours which in reality were only a few seconds at most before Zoe commented on Spencer's wound. Red was first to break eye contact as she quietly glanced down at her own wound that she totally forgot about. She looked up at Zoe meeting her eyes. "It's nothing," her lips curved upward ever so slightly forming a very faint smirk before turning her attention to Molly. "It's nothing to worry about just a little scratch. Save that energy of yours in case someone actually gets seriously hurt."

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She didn't miss Spencer's reaction- of how she seemed to disappear into herself for a few moments. But before she could say anything, Molly chided her and Surge for their comments. "I wasn't saying it was a bad thing. Like you said, it was them or us, and I'd much rather we be the ones to stay alive," she said, still watching Spencer.

At Spence's insistence that she was fine, Zoe rolled her eyes. "You sure? Because knowing my luck, if you pass out, I'll be the one left carrying you," She teased gently. "Find something to wrap that with, it'll slow the bleeding and keep it as clean as possible till we can get Florence Nightingale here to fix you up. Trust me, I've had enough field injuries to know how to deal with them."

The guy across the street with the two knives was giving her the creeps. Who the fuck did he think he was, Deadpool? She'd had enough staring, so she rolled her eyes and snatched the knife from Molly's belt. Even though she still had the excess energy in her body, she wasn't taking any chances.

"Hey, dickhead! You got a problem?" She called, spreading her arms. "Maybe you should take a picture, it'll last longer!" He was bigger than her, but that had never held her back. She'd faced people an awful lot bigger and scarier than him before.

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Yeah, Sam was getting just a little tired of the surprises and hero-murders for one night. She moved back out of the park, sticking to the shade to keep from being seen and hoping Edgelord the Edgehog couldn't pull some weird shadow-based spidey sense. When she felt she was a good enough distance away, she pressed her finger to the button on the comm.

"Hard to believe this is coming out of my mouth, but I agree with Flash and the white mage. See you guys back at the safe house or whatever," she cast a look behind her as she headed down the sidewalk. "And Delphi, make sure you have protection before speed freak over there lets you ride him."

She made her way through the city streets, discarding her mask down a sewer drain somewhere between the park and her destination. She took unnecessary turns and waded through the most crowded streets, a precaution to prevent from being followed, before coming out in her own familiar, shady neighborhood.

She opened the door to a shop with "PAWN" hanging above the entrance in large neon letters. A small sign in the window read "Bernini and Sesshū Consultation Services, Second Floor", her own small advertisement to prospective clients. A man sitting behind a counter with a steel cage separating him from customers grunted in acknowledgement of her presence, the grand extent of their usual interaction. He pressed a button under his counter to unlock a door in the back which boasted the same sign as the window. Samantha ascended the staircase waiting through it, then went through a second door at the top.

The second floor was split in two; the door she had come from led into her business space, a small office with a single chair and an uncluttered desk. A locked room to the left led into her living space, which also served as her hiding spot when controlling the constructs who interacted with her clients. She went through this door now, revealing a cramped space with a tiny kitchen and bathroom just off the combined living room, bedroom, and whatever-else-she-needed-it-for room. Not the most extravagant place she could afford, perhaps, but it discouraged prying eyes.

It was also right across the street from her favorite adviser. Should she have informed Delphi that she'd been living right across from her place of business all this time? Yes. Was it creepy that she took advantage of the position of her living room window to spy on the psychic's front door? Maybe. She justified it to herself with the knowledge that she'd been living there since before she ever met the seer, and being so close meant she could just swoop in to save the day if anyone ever showed up who had a beef with Nora. Also it was kind of funny to throw pebbles at Nora's shopfront when she went to open the door and watch her jump.

Samantha moved to the kitchen, grabbing herself a big bag of funyuns and a bottle of orange soda before settling down on her futon to play the new Digimon game and wait for the others to get to their little hiding place.

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Spencer could only give a small nod towards her best friends words as she tried coming up with a way to comfort her. Molly was right though, it was either him or them and Red preferably would have it him. While Zoe spoke Spencer unzipped her leather hoodie and slid it off, revealing her black tank top underneath. "Find something to wrap that with, it'll slow the bleeding and keep it as clean as possible till we can get Florence Nightingale here to fix you up. Trust me, I've had enough field injuries to know how to deal with them." said Zoe but Red was already on it. She dug her hand into one of the pockets and pulled out a bandage before flashing a knowing smile at both Zoe and Molly.

"First time I actually needed to use this, can't remember how long that was in there for." she joked while wrapping the bandage around her wound. Once she was all patched up Spencer slightly adjusted her hoodie over her shoulder. Just then Molly spoke up and it only caused Red to put her arm around Molly's shoulder. "Yes, mom!" she teased happily at the moment as her body slightly relaxed around her best friends presents.

Red felt the sudden yet slight jerk from Molly when Zoe took the knife from the belt and her eyes followed her. Spence had totally forgotten about mister knives over there, well, sort of because she could feel his eyes on her but tried to ignore him and it worked, a bit. Red quickly followed after Zoe, stepping in front of her after she yelled out at Encke. "Hey, hey." she began. "He's harmless . . ." Spencer glanced back at Encke as if silently asking if he was going to do anything before returning her gaze back at Zoe. "Let's just get out of here. Cops will be here in less than ten and I rather sleep in my own bed today rather than a prison cell. Plus, you look like you could use a drink?" She said but it came out more as an offer than a statement.

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There was little to no response from the guy with the knives, even as she yelled at him. So when Spencer stepped between them and reminded her how the cops would be arriving before long, she nodded, finally tearing her gaze off of him. "Yeah. Yeah, you're right. I'm freaking dying for a drink," she said, tucking the knife into her own belt. "C'mon, guys, let's get going. We don't want the cops asking too many questions," she said, releasing the excess energy into her voice to add a little extra volume, but mostly to reduce the feeling of pressure in her chest.




Their hub was based under some disused warehouses on the edge of town. It was basic, designed in such a way as to allow them to completely abandon it in as little time as possible. There was one conference room, one training room, and a few spare rooms which could be used as bedrooms, but that most just used as storage for changes of clothes, spare costumes, and spare ammunition.

Zoe had left Spencer's knife on the disused locker as she got changed out of her "costume." In reality, it was just a close-fitting hoodie, a vest top, workout leggings and small, light trainers. All black, of course. She changed into a pair of skinny jeans and a looser-fitting shirt, also all black.

As she laced up her combat boots, she rolled her ankle, still expecting a little pain, and still getting none. Having a healer on the team really would be useful. But, unfortunately, she also got the impression that, once they rescued the heroes, Molly wasn't going to stick around. Hmm. That was something else she needed to look into.

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Thoughts of doubt raced through Molly's head as they entered what could be thought of as the villians head quarters. She could practically see herself sliding away from the scene and running off, but she had no where to go. After Molly had escaped the kidnapping she had gone straight to Spencer's. She hadn't went home, mainly out of fear. Everything just seemed to dangerous now.

Molly remained close to her best friend as they walked through the hub and to one of the rooms. Zoe then began changing her clothes to something more comfortable. All the black Molly was currently wearing had been borrowed from Spencer and she did not have a change of clothes with her.

"Let me fix up your shoulder." Blue said pulling Spencer aside gently. She ushered her over to a chair and had her taller friend sit down and then she pulled Spencer's jacket off and the band aid as well. "What do you think Nora saw in her vision? Do you think she say Quinn?" Molly asked in a low voice. She brought her hand up to her friend's shoulder and keeping in about an inch away from the wound, the warm blue glow of light began to rush over it. In less than a minute the light had faded and Spencer's shoulder looked perfectly new.