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Audra Hathaway

"Don't make a girl a promise, if you can't keep it."

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a character in “Hunt, Capture, and Kill”, as played by BlueWind_22

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Audra Hathaway

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Nickname: Addie
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Role: Blade


Audra


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Eye Color: Golden brown eyes with blue rings around them
Hair Color: Brown with natural light brown highlights in them
Height: 5'8
Clothing: A dark colored T-shirt, blue jeans and some sneakers are what she would do best in, but sometimes she will wear tank tops and low trim pants with flip flops when she feels like being a girl. Other then that she just goes in any clothes she likes or finds.
Weapon(s): Twin Katanas, names are Syria and Syrias.
Other: Has two twin scars about four inches long on the top of her left shoulder. There is a scar on her waist that looks like someone heated up a knife and pushed it against her skin there. There is also a permanent bruise on the inside of her elbow where doctors like to take your blood with a needle. More scars on her back with signs of being slashed with a whip and other torturious untensils.


Personality


Audra can be silent and stoic, but sometimes people will find a glint of mischief in her eyes and most smart people will be afraid. Mostly due to the fact that she will mess with things like knives and her Katanas, basically anything sharp when she feels like having fun. To her, dangerous things are fun and it gives her something to do, which most people veiw as scary. At times, she can be aggressive and super territorial but it's just how she is, totally unpredictable. She would be classified as a feline mostly because she has the lithe body and fixated stare that most cats have. Audra has a terrible sense of right from wrong, but to her, the world is just a place she can have fun in. Like stealing diamonds from the local jewerly place when she gets bored. She has an obsession with diamonds, especially ones that have been warn by important people, which is just an advice if you place on trying to get her to work for you.


Hobbies: Stealing diamonds from the local jewerly place.
Favorite Color: Blue
Fears: Audra is afraid of dogs, like deadly afraid of them for unknown reasons. She can't stand staring at their jaws and their beedy little eyes. Other then dogs, she's also afraid of being enclosed in small areas, like being caged. She is afraid of being changed into some slave or underling of some guy, because to her it feels like she's giving up, and Audra never gives up unless she is forced to. She can sometimes be fearful of human contact, usually when they place their hands near her scars.
Weaknesses: Audra is quick on her feet and has strong punches when forced to fight with her fists, but she doesn't have good eyesight. No one knows but her right eye is actually partially blind and can only see up close things. Her left eye is good and practically has the vision of a hawk, but her weak side is her right which is probably why she gaurds it alot. Another weakness is her swords, if you take them, she will do everything to get them back because their her arms in her eyes and a human shouldn't be armless should they?

History: Audra doesn't tell anyone much of her history, but people do know she had a brother. There also rumors that she killed him herself because he went evil, but others say her brother had tried to kill her because she went bad. No one knows the real story but those are the rumors.

Audra was born in America but was kidnapped by some Russian people when she was five or six, along with her twin brother, Austin. They were then poked and prodded by several doctors and placed into a dorm like building with other exported children that were transported into Russia. They stayed there for a year being taught to increase their stamina, speed, strength and intelligence.
When the year was over, they were taken to a pit in place she now thinks was Suadi Abrabia or in Africa. The pit was deep so as to keep people in and others out. There were bee like combs in the walls that served as rooms. Food and water was limited and was in fact thrown to them about every other day. When they had gone into the pit, there was 53 of them and after two years of surviving the harsh elements and food shortage, only 23 children made it out. Audra, and her brother were one of them and so was a little girl called Katie. The three had become friends during those two years, but Katie was smaller and weaker, she wouldn't have survived if Audra hadn't fought for her.
Life in the world again was harsh, but they were better taken care of. They learned about America's history, how to speak certain languages, etc, but they were especially trained in strategy, hand-to-hand combat, and many other things that focused on killing and fighting. This went on for four years.
After the four years they were thrown back into the pits for another year, and this time all of them survived.
That were then thrown back into working hard and learning extra new things like hacking computers, etc, for but the next year, something was different. They were transported back into America, into different adoption houses. Audra, Austin, and Katie were lucky because they were adopted by the same couple, and two very rich couples at that. After that they lost contact with their superiors for a few years, but never forgot what they were trained for. Get adopted. Wait and focus on being American. Wait until HQ contacted you with a mission.
When Audra, Austin and Katie were in high school they got their first mission. And so that went on like that. The three friends and killers, getting missions, completing missions, until a certain mission popped up. That last mission, their perfect case record cracked when Katie was left behind to die, Audra thought differently and went back for her friend and blew their covor. Austin was punished for her mistake and was kidnapped. He spent a year of horrible torture, both mentally and physically. When he came back, he was different, angrier, and crazy. He turned on Audra and killed their foster parents, along with Katie, but torture Audra for two longs months before local police realized their foster parents were dead.
Being trained for situations like that, Austin took them out with ease, not noticing the police guy who realeased Audra.
Audra and Austin then fought. Audra won, somehow.
Russian HQ retrieved Audra and tried to qustion her. She escaped and came back to the U.S. She received her inheritance from her foster parents and disappeared... Gone! Forgotten! For a year and six months she hid. She then went into the assassin field and found a liking for swords and Katanas. Although it's been years she still holds a series of video tapes of how her brother tortured her and still remembers the heat of the burning iron being pressed into her waist.

So begins...

Audra Hathaway's Story

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Audra turned her veiw to the T.V. when the new reporter began to talk about last's night robbery. "Police have not yet identified the missing jewels, but many people are in awe of the massacre. What type of person would do this?!." Audra smiled as she watched the newsman shout out frantically, his wet eyes and tense muscle structure told her enough. She had outdone herself by kidnapping his wife and killing her with the security guards inside the jewerly store. Well, if his camera crew hadn't been trying to stalk me and figure out where I'd strike next, then I wouldn't have killed the woman. She thought emotionlessly as she stared at the diamond in her hand. It was the size of her fist and was sparkling dangerously, suggesting other ideas of fun she could possibly due for more diamonds.

"My lady, your mail has arrived." Audra looked up from the diamond on focused on her computer. Sophisticated and liberal, she had bought one of those computers that spoke sometimes. She didn't know it's name, but that it helped when she was daydreaming. Crawling off the bed she moved gracefully with no signs of awkwardness. She moved things around on the screen and the message openned. "Hmmmm." She licked her lips as she looked over her mailbox. "Boring. Useless. I have no idea what that is. Oh, hmm... Maybe, just maybe I could take this one." She thought as she re-read the mail. It was just some letter asking if she'd kidnap the mayor and get him to talk of certain things.

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Audra glared at the icon that suddenly appeared on at the sceen as she was looking over the other messages. Growling out a curse at the icon for freaking her out, she clicked on it and read it's words. "Intresting... Ahmm... A six year old?" She blinked before re-reading the paragraph. She hated people who caged others and commanded loyalty, so in now way was she going to take this job. "The pay was too low anyways." She thought over before turning the computer off and slipping on a black leather jacket. She gently placed her katanas into a guiter case and swung it over her bask. Now that that was done, she turned and walked up the rickety old stairs that were rusted dangerously in some areas and up... into a, abandoned school. Well not really into the school, but she was in it's basement now, above her home, or at least one of her secret houses. The lights flickered on as she pulled the string, old style. Audra walked down a hall and up another set of stairs, making her way through more hallways and finally out a double door and into the sunlight.

Audra yawned, remembering she was a night animal before she took off, somehow finding herself in a coffee shop beside some old buildings. "Thank you." She whispered to the lady before giving her the cash and taking the scalding hot chocolate. People would think it was weird that she'd been drinking hot chocolate in daylight when she wasn't cold, but that was just how she was. She walked out and sat down on the bench. She sipped her hot chocolate while studying the people around her and her surroundings.

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Audra started walking, thinking it be best to keep herself moving so as not to steal the purses and wallets that were practically calling out for her to steal. So, what better place to go then around the block? She was sipping her hot chocolate ignoring the scalding heat slipping through her throat when a car blazed by and parked nearly crashing into another vehicle. A man jumped out of the vehicle and ran into some sort of store - a gun store. Her thoughts strayed toward the man in rush, but movement inside the van captured her attention. Knowing she could pretend to be window shopping she walked by but stopped when a girl burst out of the van. And it wasn't just any girl. It was the girl, the one whose picture was on her computer in her house. At the top of her kill list.

Audra was about the say something when a bullet rang out and her finely tuned ears realized that it had been close. Too close. Instinctively, she pulled away and imediately took cover behind the van hoping the sniper would not see her. Her hands clenched and unclenched into fists as if grabbing invisible swords that she longed to have. Of course she could just take out her twin katanas, but it would be worthless. The sniper was, of course, too far for her to slice his head off.

Audra turned her attention to the girl. Large feathered appendages stuck out from her back, blood freely falling from the top of one of her wings. Apparently the girl had tackled someone and some other things were happening too fast for her to realize.

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"Sniper!" Valentine roared at the top of his lungs, realising what had just happened. His body moved automatically; he'd been in this situation a thousand times. He was already on the ground and out of the sniper's immediate line of fire; the fact that the sniper had missed, even with Blue Jay tackling him, meant that he wasn't dealing with a professional. So he snapped up his assault rifle, loosing three bursts of automatic gunfire towards the sniper's position, riveting the building with bullets.

That would keep the sniper's head down for a minute, so he turned to Eric and shouted, "Get the girl out of here! No questions!"

He'd lost people before to snipers; even if his opponent wasn't a professional, that hole in the ground was big enough to have been caused by a .338 Lapua round, which would cause some serious damage to his armour and maybe even kill him with a centre-mass shot. Unarmoured humans would have no chance. So he emptied the rest of his magazine up towards the sniper, and as he ran towards the building, he saw the glint of a blade; spinning around, he saw a young woman. What the hell was she doing just goddamned standing there in the middle of a combat zone?!

He shoved her into the side of the building, and thusly, out of the sniper's line of fire. Pressing his shoulder against the wall and jamming a fresh magazine into his rifle, noting that he only had two left in reserve, he demanded, "Who the hell are you?!"

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Audra didn't try to resist Valentine's shove out of the sniper's sight, but she did slap him across the face right after he asked her for her name. It was different to try and save her, but it was a different thing to ask her for her name very harshly. It didn't matter if he might have saved her life, all she knew was that he had down this before due the guns in his hands and the way he had reacted to the gunfire. "Shut up and shoot!" She snarled back at him, her glare practically shooting daggers at him. She clearly didn't have the right tools to take care of a sniper and the old one who did was this stranger who apparently cared more about useless explanations than their survival.

(Sorry if it's short, kind of flooded with homework.)

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Little Red simply raised an eyebrow, a look of boredom crossing her face. She held up one hand lazily to Conner as if to say 'don't kill him, but I'm not going to stop you if you want to'. "So what you are saying....is that you do horrible experiments on little kids that could possibly make them dangerous, are stupid enough to not keep the child contained, have stupid enough guards that can't manage this on their own, and think that I'm going to go fix your mistake by bringing the child back here so you can do more horrible experiments on it?" she said, her eyes sending daggers toward him, each word laced with ice cold resentment and hate. She uncrossed her arms, her hand itching to reach her daggers. Instead she recrossed her arms again. Her eyes narrowed again, which would probably scare even a grown man witless. Anyone who knew her would probably run away in fear if she gave you that look. If she gave you that look your life was about to be hell.

"And all you can think about right now, is not the child's safety, but the hopes that someone else hasn't found her and is taking your work." Her eyes stared into his, her jaw set and her hand gripping her daggers tightly. "Of course, you don't want to go to prison either." She took in a heavy breath. "I'm not going to do this, no matter how much money you offer. This is your mistake, a horrible one. Fix it yourself." She got up from her seat and turned toward the door, taking a sip from the coffee Jared had brought. "If you will excuse me, I will be leaving now." The guards immediately moved, about for of them, in front of the door. She could see down the hall the four more tensed, ready for some action.

She sighed, boredom still lingering on her face. A guard stepped forward. Something inside her snapped. In one motion, she flung the cup forward, but keeping hold of the handle. The hot liquid sprayed out and sloshed the man in the face. He cried out in pain, grasping his face. Aryanna flung the cup hard at his face, and it shattered, sending shards into his soft flesh. He fell to the ground, unconscious. Another guard rushed her and she practically laughed. Using the man's momentum, she grabbed his jacket and flung him toward the desk. His momentum kept him from slowing and her crashed into the desk, and didn't get up.

"HANDS UP!" The remaining guards screamed, guns held up high. "shit," she muttered under her breath, but she wasn't stupid. She held her hands up, hoping to god Conner would do the same. She reached her hands toward her head, toward her back. Most of the guards lowered their weapons exempt for two. Aryanna inched her fingertips a little farther down her back. She felt the leather hilt of her blades. She smiled, and there was a moment of silence. "Now!" she yelled, hoping Conner would assume that meant to run or attack. She pulled the blades from her back, one in each hand. She ducked low, and heard a ping of a bullet off a desk. She lunged forward, slicing the man that shot at her. He fell to the ground and she leapt over him. "Come on! lets go!" she said, shouting to Conner, hoping he was behind her.
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The world was fuzzy, a black mass of blobs and colors dancing across her eyes. Sounds barely entered her ears. She tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids seemed to heavy. She heard a low groan, but then realized it was her. She felt something cold dab at her wing. One of her eyes slowly opened, then the other. She saw a blurry image of a man above her. The image sharpened and the world came into focus. Someone who she recognized as Eric stood over her, a wet and bloody washcloth in hand. He dabbed at the injury on her wing with the washcloth again. She winced, but didn't say anything. In fact, she stretched out her wing a little bit so he could reach it better. Pain seared up her wing but she dismissed it. She had to be strong. Eric handed her a glass of water. "Drink this," he said, and she downed it in seconds.

Blue Jay could already see the wound getting better. The bleeding had stopped but it was a nasty mess, she could see a little bone. Trying to be helpful, she stuck her finger in her mouth. Eric looked at her funny, and she frowned. "I'm not a sticky little kid!" she said to him, and his eyes widened, turning back to his work. She brushed his hand away, and took her finger out of her mouth, wet with saliva. She pressed the finger to her wound, wincing slightly. "No! don't do that! You'll infect the wound," Eric said, trying to push her finger away. "No, look," she said, pulling her finger away. You could literally see the muscle around her bone grow back, and some of the skin grow back. It still hurt like crap, and wasn't completely healed, but at least it was better than it was. Eric looked like he had just seen a ghost. "You are one special little kid," he said.

((sorry it is long, and sorry for the delay, I was away for a while and I didn't know I was going to be so I couldn't warn you guys))

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Valentine simply sighed; kids were so... insubordinate these days. Nonetheless, she had a solid point, so he laid down another few bursts of suppressing fire with his rifle held one-handed; it was nearly impossible to hit anything like that, but it seemed to be working, because the sniper had stopped shooting. He dragged the young woman along by the wrist to the door of the sniper's building, kicking down the door, ready to shoot; but nobody was guarding the entrance. Evidently, the sniper was working alone.

He turned back to the woman, releasing her wrist and switching his weapon back to a two-handed grip. "Now you tell me your name," he said, curious as to whether she'd recognise him or not. If she did, she might try and kill him; half the world's governments had multi-million-dollar bounties on his head. If she did, he'd gun her down in an instant. Just like everyone else who tried to stop him. Even her...

He shut the thoughts out, checking the stairwell. He could hear footsteps; perhaps the sniper wasn't as alone as he'd thought. "Speak quickly," he stated. "We don't have much time, and I want some damned answers before I decide to shoot you where you stand."

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Audra trailed behind Valentine, letting him be the one in control for the moment. When he he did let her wrist go and... He was practically standing on her right side, imediately setting her into a defensive stance. She blinked a couple times trying to remain calm with the fact that she can't actually see him. Stupid blindside, she thought before noticing that he didn't exactly ask her for her name. Not exactly a gentleman, another thought that was starting to increase her curiosity. "-shoot you where you stand." She came back into the real world at the sound of those words and really tried to focus on his face. She couldn't exactly read him due to being part blind, but she could tell he was serious, and... Annoyed? Afraid? Maybe the look of someone expecting her to know on sight? She couldn't tell but she pulled away, dropping her guitar case and taking out her Katanas.

Slow, not as effective, and baggage were why she should decide on a new casual way to hide her swords to carry her swords differently. Practically feeling like a turtle she stood up and answered Valentine giving him a very stony look before nodding toward the stairwell. "Name's Cupcake." Of course, she was lying and having some fun, but not much because of the human statue here beside her. Other then not having fun she was bored and was hoping to at least get in some kills before the sun set.

Audra was looking at the staircase ignoring Valentine. If he shot her, he shot her, but she wouldn't go without a fight, and she was thinking about which limb to cut off, or maybe just a straight out attempt at ending his life by stabbing him in the chest? The thoughts suddenly giving her something new and fun to look forward to.

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Blue Jay stood up. She felt weak, but that was probably from lack of food. She had eaten a piece of bread only a minute ago, but not many people understood how much she really needed to eat to stay full. Most people also didn't understand why a little girl, after being shot in the wing, would be up and walking around. Clearly, Quentin didn't. His eyes practically bulged out of his head. "What are you doing? You need to rest, your...wing.... it could get an infection," he said. Blue Jay simply shrugged. "I'm hungry," she said. Hungry? But she just ate... This kid is weird. If I were just shot I would be in bed for hours. Children are undisciplined. Doesn't she know her wound could get infected? Blue Jay gave him a glare and stuck her thumb in her mouth, ready to do some more healing. The wound was still a mess, and it still hurt to extend her wing. Occasionally, the wound would start to bleed again.

Quentin shook his head disapprovingly. Blue Jay rubbed her now wet thumb on her wound, watching the muscle grow back, the skin close over top of the wound. Now it was just hurting like crap and really sore. She grabbed herself another piece of bread, an apple, a large glass of milk, crackers and cheese, a bagel, and a large turkey sandwich. She wolfed down her piece of bread and turned around to sit at a table. Quentin, and now also Eric, stood though, mouthes hanging open, shock evident on their faces. Blue Jay took a bite of her bagel, then realized they were looking at her. "Wha?" she said, her mouth full. She swallowed, took another bite, took a swig of milk and sat down at the table, already shoving the rest of the bagel in her mouth. Blue Jay had learned from experience that whenever you have access to food, you eat as much as you can whenever you can before you do anything. Quentin and Eric slowly sat down at the table too, watching her methodically place two pieces of cheese on a cracker, then shove the whole thing in her mouth. She really hadn't been taught proper table manners.

Blue Jay sighed. Their thoughts were annoying. "The reason I have to eat so much is because being...me...takes energy. Energy requires food and sleep. Normally, I need between 3,000 and 4,000 calories a day. However, normally I only get about 1,000 calories. That is why I am stuffing my face. There are a lot of things you don't know about me," She said, shoving another cracker into her mouth, then moving to grab the sandwich. She finished the sandwich, and ate the apple, and then downed the milk. Trying to dismiss the still confused thoughts coming from Eric and Quentin. She applied another layer of her 'magic saliva' and the injury was nothing more than a scrape on the skin. Her muscle was completely healed.

Blue Jay naturally has quicker healing. Something that takes 48 hours to heal is more like...four hours for her. That combined with her saliva being able to stimulate the healing speed to drastic amounts made the wound so much better. She would be flying in no time. Also, it only scraped her bone, it never fully made a hole in her. She stood up, stretched out her wings. The injured one was sore, and still hurt, but she could work the kinks out. "I'm going to go out and get some air," she said. Quentin frowned, then got up. "out? Like, flying? Sorry, but not right now. The bad guys might still be out there," he said. As if that would stop her. Blue Jay crossed her arms. "I'm sure the sniper is gone by now. My wing is perfectly fine. I'd be flying to high for a sniper to even get to me anyway." You might be able to tell that Blue Jay wasn't one to respect authority.

"I can't let you do that," Eric said, standing up also. Blue Jay didn't want to have to persuade them. After all, they were only trying to protect her. "I'm going out," said, stepping forward. Eric and Quentin stepped in front of her. Blue Jay was faster than most, could outrun a full grown man, and probably take one down with her mutated strength and altered reflexes. She was designed to be a weapon. Getting in her way wasn't a good idea. She sighed, then in one fast motion, grabbed Eric's arm, twisted it severely, then flipped him over. He landed with a thud on the ground, coughing slightly and looking baffled. "Sorry," she said, before pushing past Quentin. The flapped her wings, raising high into the sky. She winced, trying to work through the healed but sore wound. She circled higher and higher, till everything on the ground was a speck. It felt good to fly. Free, open. But were was Valentine?

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"Sure, why not..." Valentine said, realising that he wasn't about to get any answers out of this girl. However, he became a tad more alarmed when he saw her draw a pair of katanas, and it hit him that this wasn't exactly an ordinary girl. A million questions whirled through him - who she was, why she was here, what she'd do if she thought he was a threat. Fortunately, his armour was designed for taking .30-06 incendiary rounds, which he'd personally seen blow an unarmoured human in two; even his duster could resist penetration from full-calibre hollow-point rifle bullets. Her blade would never cut through his coat, let alone the ceramic plate armour underneath. Of course, if she removed the coat and went for the gaps in his armour - around the joints and near the abdomen - she'd pose him a serious threat. It'd be nigh-impossible to aim her cuts that precisely, at least not at first; but he'd need to get rid of her fast, because even a shallow cut could prove lethal if he didn't have time to perform first-aid.

He raced up the stairs, and saw an open door on the right of one of the landings. He checked inside, but pushed himself back against the wall as a .338-calibre round slammed through the doorframe, nearly hitting him. He pressed himself to the side of the doorway, firing blindly into the room until his weapon clicked; after that, he drew his sidearm and entered the room, sweeping for targets. The sniper lay collapsed on the ground, semi-automatic U.S. Army-issue sniper rifle beside him. Bullets riddled his chest. He wouldn't be standing back up.

He turned back to the girl who'd called herself 'cupcake', while picking the rifle up off the floor; guns like that were expensive, not to mention rare. He could use every bit of military-grade equipment he could lay his hands on. He levelled the huge rifle at her; .338 Lapua rounds were capable of killing anyone with a centre-mass shot, having originally been designed for dealing with light vehicles before their effectiveness against infantry was discovered.

"Now, 'Cupcake', I want some answers," he said. "First things first. Who are you, and why do you have a pair of katanas? Make no mistake, I will kill you if I think you're a threat to me or to my charge."

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Audra followed Valentine upstairs, careful to pull away before getting shot in the head, but when the coast was clear she walked out from behind the corner. She gave Valentine a cursory glance before hualing the sniper up and putting him into a position so it looked like he was sitting against the wall. "I don't think you've earned the right to my name. Oh, and I have Katanas so I can kill and protect myself, what other reason would I have a pair of Katanas for? Slicing watermelons?" She patted the dead guy down before pulling out his wallet. She sighed, "And to help protect the girl, the one with wings who is by the way, a wanted-" She paused as she opened the wallet and... The money fell out, but were bloody and had holes in them. "-Runaway. You know you could have killed him with one bullet instead of just..." She gestured to the mans body as she glared at Valentine but perked up when she found a small velvet bag of unharmed diamonds.

Audra stood and then looked at Valentine this time, really studying his face. Tall, sturdy and... Professional, she thought before finally realizing that she had blurted out some very private information that she hadn't meant to speak out. So, she glared at him again mentally blaming him for whatever power he had. Audra had wanted to help protect the girl, and hadn't wanted anyone to realize she had strong feelings about the girl's situation but she had just calmly spoke out the truth. "And I won't try to kill you if you don't try to kill me." She cocked her head left before going over to the other guy and patting him down and taking whatever unharmed diamonds he had.

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There! Blue Jay saw the gun flash, and faintly heard the sound of gunfire. She angled her wings downward and shot toward the building like an arrow. Their thoughts became clearer as she descended, and by the time she tucked her wings in to duck through the open window the sniper had fired out of (she had sensed that he was now dead, after not hearing his thoughts), she could tell that tensions were high. She instantly regretted coming to see if Valentine was ok, I mean, he could handle him self perfectly fine, as she noticed that a girl was wielding two very intimidating knives, and Valentine was holding a gun up, pointed directly at the girl. She gathered their thoughts, and only one thing baffled her. The girl was called Cupcake?

Blue Jay kind of stood there frozen. 'Cupcake' wanted to protect her, but Valentine didn't know that. Did she really trust someone who was wielding two sword things, had just patted down a man for diamonds, and was still debating killing Valentine? Yes. Yes she did. For reasons that only made sense to a mind reader. "She's not going to hurt me. She wants to protect me," She said, stepping in front of 'Cupcake' so if Valentine were to shoot, it would hit her instead. But she knew Valentine wouldn't shoot. She turned to face 'Cupcake' entering her mind, slightly. "Please put down the blades," she said, persuasion dripping from each word, having the thought enter 'cupcake's' mind. She could not afford to get hurt again.

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Audra angled her head at Blue Jay and made it so that her Katana's were pointing downwards. Blue Jay hadn't exactly said to put her swords down onto the ground but just down leaving many other options for her to move her swords and she hadn't exactly say for how long. "Agheem, I believe I said 'help protect,' not to protect, big difference." She looked at the girl before glancing at Valentine then back to Blue Jay as if to say that the girl already had a guardian. "If something happens and you're backed into a tight corner, don't expect me to help, of course, unless there's a big payment." Audra yawned, tired of this boring banter and angry about not being able to have made a kill. "I suggest we leave soon? I don't think it'd be a pretty sight for the police to find me or him or you here." She didn't say us, or we, but had been very specific on making it look like she was just tagging along.

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"Never stop shooting until you're sure that they're dead," Valentine said. "Learnt that lesson in Thailand seven years ago when a friend of mine nearly lost her life after someone who she thought she'd killed decided shot her in the back. I learn from my mistakes, and those of my..." he trailed off for a moment, wondering how to finish that sentence. Friends? But he'd betrayed some, failed others and even left some to die. Allies? But that implied that they had an interest in his cause. Comrades? His relationships with all of them had wound up too cold to call them that. Tools? Probably the most accurate, not that he could ever really allow himself to accept that. "Well, anyway, I learn from mistakes."

He spun around as he heard Blue Jay enter; what had she been doing? Where were Eric and Quentin? He realised for a brief second that he ultimately didn't care about the latter question; he'd lost enough people that another couple of corpses on top of the pile didn't make much difference. He tracked Blue Jay with his eyes as she walked through the room, and watched the exchange between her and 'Cupcake' with interest. He shook his head slightly, though, as she mentioned payment. Paid assassins were so weak, so pathetic and selfish as to take lives for their own personal gain. He had half a mind to shoot her where she stood, were it not for the fact that he needed what little ammunition he had and the fact that she'd offered to help, kind of.

"I've got the job quite thoroughly covered," Valentine said, slinging the sniper rifle over his back and placing a fresh magazine into his M4A1, making a mental note - one left. "But you're welcome to help me if you want to. I won't pay you for your services, not unless you do something worthy of a reward. But for the minute, if you want to help guard her, you're welcome to."

He peered down into the stairwell, before turning back to the pair behind him. "Alright, here's the plan. We need to get to a car; I want to get out of the country ASAP, unless the kid has other ideas. I know someone who can fly us out. If shooting starts, you both get behind me if there's no cover available. Also, I don't give a damn who you are, Miss Assassin, and I don't care how good you think you are - I've been doing this since you were in primary school. I've singlehandedly brought down entire governments, seen armies of thousands die at the flick of a button I held in my hand. If you aren't ready to have the entire world after you, if you're worried about sinking in too deep, get out now."

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Audra raised an eyebrow at Valentine's word about not paying her, but thought better to be silent until his little speech was over. Dislike of Valentine suddenly appeared on her face. "I get the point Oh-Great-And-Mighty-God, you don't have to boast or brag. You think you've got all the experience a soldier has to know!" She practically snarled the words out at him as she pushed past him, bristling with regret for not killing him. Of all the big headed, sweaty men on earth, I'm stuck with the- Her thoughts went on, eventually turning into bad and unappropriate words that were not very mature for someone her age to be thinking. As she turned down the corner and into the corridor where Valentine had dragged her she paused as she looked out the knocked down door.

Red and blue flashing lights were parked outside. It's his fault! If his speech hadn't taken so long... Her mind yelled at her, scolding her for acting like a fool and an idiot. Plan, plan, Plan, we need a plan. Flat out run? Try to act natural and blend in? She smiled at the thought of trying to act natural while holding too exposed swords.

To Audra, this was fun. It was game, nothing more nothing else. And if like Valentine, she got caught up in so many wrong things, she'd just disappear again. She'd done before, when she killed her brother and she can do it again. Even though hiding for a year and six months was not fun, it was something she'd do just to save her own hide. Right now though her mind was focusing on the one lone police car outside. How about a fake hostage? She suddenly had a thought of walking out with a blade to Valentine's throat. What a sight that would be, but not really... Realistic to a police's point of veiw. The police guy would probably just outright shoot her thinking her and Valentine to both be on the same side. Then again if she were the pretend hostage...

Audra thought of Blue Jay. Can't she take the guy and his partner out? It'd be easier. Remembering Blue Jay was telepathic she somehow thought the qustion to Blue Jay. "Can you take them out quickly and not resort to one of us being a fake hostage?"

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"Those aren't very nice words," Blue Jay said with a sigh to 'Cupcake'. This was going to be so fun, listening to argumentative banter all the time. Note the sarcasm. At least they weren't trying to kill each other....yet. However, their 'discussions' were halted by the appearance of a police car. Only two people. If they started shooting they would call for backup. The fake hostage idea seemed sort of useless, because it would be easier to just high-tail it out of here in the time it takes the police to actually see the fake hostage. She peered out the now broken window to the street below. It would be easiest to just have them turn around, get back into their car, and drive away. "Wait here," she said, before turning towards the stairwell and descending downward.

She walked out onto the street just as the police were reaching the entrance, guns held high. "Hi!" she said, watching calmly as the two positioned their guns to aim at her. "There's nobody in the building. False alarm." She said, and the police seemed to drift off in a daze, lower their guns slightly. "You should go back to your car, turn around, and drive off," She said again, a sweet smile on her face. The policemen seemed to nod and slowly turn around, the guns hanging limply at their sides. One even dropped their gun. She smiled and waved. "Goodbye! Don't come back!" She said cheerfully before walking over and retrieving the dropped gun, then heading back toward the building. A six year old really shouldn't be holding a gun. It was like the number one rule you taught small children. Guns are dangerous. Don't touch the gun. Stay away from the gun. Eh, whatever. She slipped the gun into the waistband of her jeans then skipped back up the stairs.

"Ok, its all good. Let's get out of here," she said, extending her wings again and looking to the window. She ran over and leaped through the window, falling for a millisecond then the wind catching in her wings like sails. She smiled gleefully, circled back around, then somewhat hovered near the window. "I'm going back to the safe house first!" She said to them, then turned and pushed hard on her her wings, ascending into the sky. When she caught sight of the safe house, she dove downward, angling he wings so she wouldn't go splat on the roof of another house. She landed gracefully, then tucked in her wings. She immediately went to the kitchen and started putting anything that could be transported easily in the old backpack she had been carrying around. Once she felt satisfied, she turned back toward the door. Eric and Quentin were there. "You might need to go to the grocery store," she said, hiking the backpack onto her shoulders. "And sorry about before. Thanks for offering your...hospitality." she said, before walking out the door, Eric and Quentin making no attempt to stop her.

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((I can tell that Valentine isn't going to get along well with most of the assassins. I mean, look at it from his perspective - they're a bunch of psychopaths who love killing and who do it for money. I should imagine that the only reason he won't kill most of them on sight is because they'd be helping him, and anyone who doesn't... well, he'll probably allow himself to enjoy killing them.))

Valentine only shook his head as Audra stormed out. Just a kid, he cursed himself. Most assassins lived and died young; he'd never met one over the age of thirty. It was only the amount of training he had, and the fact that there weren't payments to track him, that had allowed him to survive this long. He decided that he probably wouldn't get along with this one; not that he minded. All assassins were the same. Monsters who killed for fun and profit, arrogant murderers who found themselves to be incredibly 'cool', using impractical weapons in ritualised killing. Few were a match for a fully-armed special forces team; indeed, his old instructor, Vlad, had once been a member of an FSB team specialising in hunting down professional killers. And none of them were a match for him. Indeed, the whole world was not a match for him, as he'd demonstrated all too often.

He watched as Blue Jay yet again removed the police officers from the scenario. He had no idea how she managed to pull it off; her abilities were not human. He knew that she'd have to be raised in a very specific scenario to avoid her acquiring a god complex and deciding to rule mankind; she could, if she became strong enough. But who was there to raise her? She clearly had no parents, and knew no home but the facility that had created her. Any orphanage he handed her in to would eventually sell her out to the government, who would place her right back in the Schroeder's hands. And he was a professional soldier, vigilante and terrorist - not what you'd call surrogate father material. But he decided that he'd work all that out later. Now wasn't the time for that sort of thing.

He jogged over to Eric and Quentin's house, across the street from the sniper's building, and checked the corners with his sidearm out of habit. He found Blue Jay placing supplies in her backpack, and realised that he should be doing the same thing; who knew how long it would be until he got another chance to resupply? So he headed down into the house's basement, using a familiar hidden trapdoor, and found himself in a room that he'd spent way, way too much time in. Weapons of every type imaginable lined the walls; knives, swords, explosives, and guns. Lots of guns. Everything from compact silenced .22 Ruger pistols to huge light machine guns that weighed upwards of fifteen pounds and full-sized rocket propelled grenade launchers. He figured that he should probably pack a lot; he'd not get to pick up more gear for a while, especially if he ended up on the run again.

He grabbed a duffel bag from a corner, and started stuffing weapons into it. He took everything he could think he'd need; a huge M240 machine gun, a compact TDI 'Vector' .45 submachine gun, a .50-calibre Fabrique Nationale Hecate-II sniper rifle, a pair of high-powered Desert Eagle handguns, and a rare gem - a China Lake pump-action grenade launcher, of which about forty had ever been made. He grabbed heaps of ammunition for all of them, and two Kevlar ballistic vests, one in an abnormally small size for Blue Jay and the other in a medium for 'Cupcake'; by the time he was done with everything, his bag must have weighed nearly a hundred pounds. He was about to leave when he saw an odd glint in the corner, and on a whim, he walked onto it. What he saw made him freeze in his tracks.

It was a long single-handed basket-hilted Claymore sword, of a type used for hundreds of years in the Scottish highlands. He recognised this sword instantly, though; the distinctive style of its hilt, the slight indent in its blade caused by a specific strike against another blade. An imperfection that he'd made. This was his sword - well, he hadn't owned it at the start, but he'd taken it after he'd killed its former owner. Its former owner had been his arch-enemy for so long; dread and regret filled his heart as he remembered that cruel smirk, those flashing eyes, that blood-soaked blade, soaked in the blood of his friends. The arrogance that had been in that distinctly French-accented voice. The Legionnaire, the only man who had ever truly equalled Valentine on the field of battle... this was his blade. And after Valentine had cut him down, he'd inherited the sword, along with the Legionnaire's funds and, technically, total control of the French Foreign Legion's rogue First Parachute Regiment, although he had no idea how to exercise the last one, given that they'd all disappeared into the ether.

He'd held this sword for so long. Killed dozens of men with it; it had served him well around the world. He'd felt it slice through the muscle and bone of unarmoured militia fighters in Brazil, through the hardened Kevlar body armour of American Marines in Afghanistan and through his own flesh as he cut himself, a desperate attempt to wash the blood out of himself, to kill himself and take his own life for failing Stephanie. He'd never gone through with that one.

He'd left the sword behind at one stage when he got caught in a sting operation, and couldn't recall where after he finally recuperated from an explosive concussion he'd sustained. He didn't know how Eric and Quentin had acquired it; the odds were a million to one. Yet they'd done it, and here it was. He decided to take the sword, his sword, and clipped it to his belt.

As he was leaving the basement, he clicked on his radio, checking the police frequency. What he heard utterly terrified him, more than anything else he'd heard that entire day. A simple voice, all too familiar, delivering orders in a calm monotone. "All police units, fall back from the target area. This is Blacklight. We'll take it from here."

No, no, no. Not now. Not after all he'd done. He thought he'd finally lost them! But now, here they were, coming for him once more. Blacklight, the secretive special operations unit, made up of the best units from all over the world; SEAL Team Six and Delta Force from America, Spetsnaz 'Vympel' from Russia, Sayaret Matkal from Israel, the SAS Special Division from Britain. The world's best soldiers, all assigned to hunt down one person - him.

He rushed out of the basement, nodding to the assassin and Blue Jay. "We need to get out of here now," he stated matter-of-factly. He turned to 'Cupcake'. "If you have a car, start it. If you don't, steal one and pull up out front."

Without waiting for an affirmative, he ran into the hallway, stopping in front of a bewildered Eric and Quentin. "You need to level this house," he said. "Guns included. There'll be enough explosives in the basement to get the job done." He pulled a simple, unmarked black credit card from a pocket on the inside of his coat. "The money on this will cover the damages. Take as much as you'll have lost in the blast, together with how much it'll take for you two to disappear. I'll contact you in two weeks and give you an address to mail it to."

With that, he stepped outside, checking the street. He could already hear the sound of rotor blades and an engine in the distance; and not the high-pitched whine of police helicopters, but the low, suppressed thud-thud-thud of a military-grade helicopter gunship. There was no doubt about it now. Blacklight were coming, and he had to get out of there before they arrived. Not even he could survive an encounter with them.

((Essay post! Had a lot to fit in here, and I got a bit carried away, since I wrote this when I didn't have an internet connection. Hinting a bit more at Valentine's backstory, and throwing in an element of my novel that I forgot to put in his profile - at the end of the novel, he takes the villain's Officer's Sword as a kind of mark of honour before making what appears to be his final stand. All fixed now! Also, I figured that we needed an obstacle other than just random assassins, so throwing in Blacklight, the unit formed halfway through my novel to hunt Valentine down, made sense here. I also figured that Valentine mightn't get a chance to pick up more guns and ammo for a while, so I invested heavily here. I assumed that Audra wasn't wearing body armour, so I also decided that Valentine would, being a soldier, think it extremely prudent to pick some up for her - he mightn't like her, but she's an ally, so he needs her alive for the minute.))

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Granola bar? Check. Water? Check. Bullet proof vest? What? Looking baffled as Valentine shoved one into her arms, she inspected it thoroughly, then ultimately decided she wouldn't use it. Why? Because its a vest, so her wings can't pop out, and also because you can't cut big gashes in the back for wings to come out. It's called bullet proof for a reason. Either way, she shoved it into her backpack and would ask Valentine later if there was a way she could cut slits in the back.

However, she froze, listening. She could hear a helicopter in the distance. Wait...That was to loud and to big to be an average helicopter. Her eyes widened as she heard Valentine's thoughts and description of the Blacklight. Immediately, she burst out the door running, flapping her wings which still hurt from before. She rose steadily, taking to the skies. I know what your thinking: there's a military grade helicopter up there! She was better in the skies though, and could outmaneuver the helicopter in a moments notice. She was like a ballerina compared to the huge helicopter.

It was sort of a stupid idea, but she was pretty fast in the skies. Almost immediately, they spotted her, and started firing anything from bullets to large nets that would come undone midair. She carefully dodged out of the way. She wouldn't be able to get close enough to take control of the minds in the helicopter. She just realized something though, the gun she had picked up from the police. It was only a hand gun, and she didn't really know how to shoot. Back at the facility, they didn't teach her, which was sort of surprising.

Pulling the weapon out of her waistband, she levered it up, closing one eye so she could get a better aim. She took a deep breath, then squeezed the trigger. She heard a loud bang, which kicked her back and made her drop a few feet, and then a soft ping! She hit it! But it didn't do anything... She sighed and pulled the gun up again, and aimed for the front, where the window was, hoping that it wasn't bullet proof. She squeezed the trigger again, gasping at the loud sound. She also heard a bang as it hit one of the rotors. The large copter stalled, dizzily dropping, but then regaining itself and shooting off another round of projectiles toward her. She dove low, then pulled up behind the Copter. It turned to face her again, and she held up her gun, aiming again for the late windshield. Another squeeze, another bang, but it was a miss.

She dodged out of the way again, shot again, but only nicked the side of it. Frustrated, she danced out of the way then held the gun up, this time aiming for the rotors. She breathed in, then squeezed the trigger. Two things happened at once. First, the helicopter sent off another round of projectiles. Her bullet also hit something important. It hit the underbelly of the helicopter, but must have gone through somewhere, because the Military copter was going down, fast. The rotors stalled again and would occasionally try to rotate again, but it wasn't working. It was plummeting toward the ground at high speed.

Yay! Copter down! Wrong. One of those projectiles? Hit her. A net, specifically. She wasn't expecting it and it tangled her wings up. She cried out in pain as it made her wound bleed again, and she started dropping, trying desperately to get free. She cried out, her small mass pushing against the net, falling. She reached out her mind, touching Valentine's mind. "Help!" she screamed, also implanting the thought in his mind. The word help whispered at the back of his mind. She forced it in deeper, all the while wriggling to get her hands free. But she was falling, falling, falling, right out of the sky.

She would go splat on the ground.

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Falling was not fun. No wonder people were afraid of heights. It was absolutely adrenaline pumping, jaw dropping, teeth shatteringly scary. I mean, whenever she was dive bombing it was a rush of sudden joy, but that was when she knew she could snap her wings out right before she slammed into the ground. Full out falling however, was quite the opposite. Only her shrill scream could be heard over her pounding heart, and the wind whipping her hair back. She felt hopeless, just like she did back at the facility, trapped, lonely, it was only a matter of time before all the torture came down on her like she would come down on hard cement with a splat.

Sucking in a breath, she braced herself for impact, hoping she might get lucky and be able to roll when she hit the ground, avoiding her immediate death. Not likely, but it was worth a shot. Angling her body, she made it so her wings wouldn't crumple like an accordion when she landed on them. She also shifted her hands so they wouldn't twist and break. Her legs were hard to control as they were tangled in the rope.

Sudden, immediate pain, splintered through every muscle in her body. Her breath left her in a whoosh and she coughed and wheezed, trying to fill her lungs with air. Her wings seemed fine, her legs felt like a painful crumpled heap and her arms were sure to be bruised and torn up with scrapes. She was a bit out of it, and fairly dizzy. Worse was when a shockwave trembled everyone in her body and she groaned in pain. AS if from a distance, she heard Valentine speaking, and she paid attention enough to know what to do. She would much rather just pass out and sleep, right here, right now, but she had to stay strong. Her life depended on it. She heard something ping off a wall, and she got up unsteadily, knowing that the shooting had started. She tried to run, but instantly fell to the ground, her left ankle a twisted mess. She cried out in pain, but had her sore wings w]pick her back up.

Using her wings as a crutch, she half limped, half flew away, keeping low to the ground and trying to not bend her foot. Where was Audra? Luckily, her backup was still on her, though some things might be awfully smushed now. Though, she did take some amusement in hearing Valentine think about what great shots she had made. The truth was, she had missed. She wasn't even aiming there, not even her intention to hit any of those things. Smiling to herself, she continued onward, trying to not to trip over a trashcan when she saw Audra. "We need to get out of here, now. We need a car," she said.

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She was there. Not one minute ago... now her mind was only a whisper in BLue Jay's brain. Cautiously, she looked around, then spotted a flash of light in a nearby car. Curiously, she crept/limped over, trying to stay hidden from the bullets that were whizzing around the place. Inside a car was a phone, lit up with a map. On the map was a safe house, and attached with a link was some ideas on how to lose Blacklight. Blue Jay looked at the phone quizzically, as if it was about to blow up. How would anyone know about Blacklight? Blue Jay only heard through Valentine's thoughts. BLue Jay frowned, considering who would have inside information. It appeared that 'cupcake' had placed the phone here, which didn't make sense. Was she apart of Blacklight? In an instant, she leapt back, almost expecting to be surrounded by people with guns. She was met with searing pain from her mangled leg.

Was 'cupcake' a traitor? She hadn't picked up on any thoughts that suggested this....then again, she might have been able to conceal her thoughts. Frustrated, she went to flitter back over to the car, but rough hands grabbed her. She tried to turn around, but two hulking figures stood in front of her, and two were holding her arms. She tried to scream out, but already duct tape was being forcibly placed over her mouth. Trying to come down, she reached out to the minds around her. She urged them to release her, but that didn't seem to do anything. She felt weak and helpless, struggling like a fly caught in honey.

These figures were part of backlight, six were surrounding her, clearly backup of whoever was in the helicopter. They sure weren't messing around. BLue Jay could tell that Valentine was occupied with a brutal fight between someone from backlight, and wouldn't be able to even notice her, as his back was turned. She struggled limply, but it was no use. She had thought there was only the people from the helicopter, not even noticing the others surround her. Her brain was a little fuzzy, probably from the huge fall.

Already, they were throwing her into the back of some heavy duty vehicle, probably armored. She winced as her leg knocked against the wall of the car. Everything had happened so fast.... Why did they want her anyway? They were after Valentine after all. A lot of people were after Valentine. A lot of people were after her. The vehicle started, and the zoomed off to god knows where.

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Valentine spun around as more gunfire pelted him from behind; he unloaded the rest of his magazine into a Blacklight soldier with little effect before it clicked. He scrambled on his vest for more magazines, only to realise that he was out of ammunition. Shit.

He dived to the ground, unslinging the duffle bag from his bag and digging through it until he pulled out an M1918 Browning Automatic Rifle; it was a hundred-year-old gun, was about four and a half feet long and weighed upwards of twenty pounds loaded, but damn, it was effective. He crouched, bracing the weapon firmly against his shoulder before he opened fire.

The rifle sounded like an artillery piece, letting out a solid boom, boom, boom as it sent .30-06 Armour-Piercing High-Velocity rounds downrange on fully-automatic. The powerful bullets punched clean through the armour of three charging Blacklight soldiers, cutting them down with deadly ease. He swung the weapon around, firing another short burst into a now-fleeing soldier, literally sawing the man in half with a spray of blood and gore. He couldn't help but admit; wielding this weapon, he nearly felt like God Himself. The sheer firepower it offered was truly something else compared with any other weapon he'd ever used; he hadn't had his hands on one in years, but damn, he was glad he'd picked one up.

Having dealt with the troops from the gunship, he spun around, facing troops who'd just arrived in an armoured vehicle. He was preparing to open fire when a burst of rapid gunfire flared from the vehicle's roof-mounted M240 machine gun; he instinctively raised his left arm to shield himself, and felt something in his arm click as a 7.62mm round slammed into it. He rolled into cover behind a low brick wall, however, and resting his M1918 on the structure, prepared to open fire; however, he froze as he saw Blue Jay being stuffed into the back of the vehicle. Shit. The hell did they want with her?! They'd been created to deal with him! But he realised that he couldn't open fire; to do so would risk the rounds punching through and hitting Blue Jay, and he knew all too well what rifle-calibre rounds would do to a small frame like hers. So all he could do was watch as the armoured vehicle roared off into the street.

He killed the rest of the Blacklight troops who presented an immediate threat with precise single shots, before clicking a new magazine into the weapon from the duffel bag and standing, jogging into the street. As he ran, he systematically took stock of his injuries. A sharp, stabbing pain in his upper arm indicated a shrapnel wound, evidently having slipped through the gaps in his ceramic armour; additionally, he counted two broken ribs, and a slight difficulty with breathing indicated that one lung was slightly collapsed. None were immediately life-threatening; but things were going to get really, really bad if he didn't keep moving. So, for what seemed like the ten thousandth time in his life, he popped open a small autoinjector syringe and stabbed it into a gap in his arm. Instantly, the pain was gone, and he felt energised, sharper; yet the slight fuzziness in his mind indicated that he might make slightly poorer judgement calls. His impulsiveness was getting worse the more he took these combat stimulants; he'd been doing it for ten years, and it was taking its toll on his mind. Nonetheless, he couldn't stop now. They were his one edge over Blacklight.

Gunfire pelted him from behind, and a fair bit landed around him as he sprinted down the street, rifle in hand. He was about to make it to a car - not the one Audra had suggested, which was presently full of bullet holes - when he glimpsed something in the shadows of a building. He spun, leveling his rifle, checking for an enemy; but the frame he sighted was too small to be a Blacklight commando. After a moment, he realised that it was Audra.

He jogged into the shadows, kneeling down to the little hideaway where she was concealed, checking for pursuing soldiers; but oddly, they seemed to be preoccupied with something else at that moment. He didn't much care what as long as it was keeping them from shooting him.

"They got the kid," he told Audra, crouching and leveling his rifle at the Blacklight troops at the end of the street. "We need to get out of here, before we follow." Suddenly, and completely unexpectedly, he saw the troops turn around, and start moving rather quickly in the opposite direction of him. His grip tightened on his rifle. "Something's not right," he muttered. "How often do you see the best-trained troops in the world on a borderline-religious crusade to kill a known terrorist retreat for no reason?"

Then he saw, emerging from the smoke and flames of the helicopter, a hulking figure, clad in a dark grey longcoat over heavy-duty armour.

"No fucking way..." he breathed, face turning to a mask of horror, as he faced Audra. "We're getting out of here. Now."

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Audra felt someone appear beside her, and out of pure terror turned and almost threw a punch at Valentine's face, but she checked her before hand. She glared at the man before turning to look over at the flame with emotionless eyes. She didn't move, didn't even think or realize she was clenching a metal bar that looked like it should've been attached to a bike. Then all at once emotions flooded through her. Fear, anger, fear, and terror, and then she began to shake a little, remembering the cold nights in the pit, and all the times she didn't have any food in her stomach for days. I can't go back, I can't go back, I can't go back. She thought to herself over and over doing her best to suppress the bubble of panic inside. Feeling cold and numb, she mumbled something that faintly sound like: "I can't go back."

"I can't go back." Audra looked at Valentine and felt as if she got her head knocked back in. "Well? What are you waiting for? Run you idiot!" She pushed him forward and got ready to follow after him.

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A sharp gunshot cut through the shouting in the room, everything going silent instantaneously. A man clad in a military uniform stood wide-eyed, blood splattered over him. Josh, the man he had been fighting with, was slumped upon the ground, blood leaking out of a neat hole in his skull and across the floor. And, in the doorway to the room, stood a man clad neatly in a suit, a smoking M1911 semi-automatic pistol in his hand. Around him stood five tall, imposing figures, clad in gunmetal ceramic combat armour and wearing grey dusters. Some men in the room reached for their sidearms before they realised that the off-grey of the coats was different from the black of their target's - and that there were five of them.

Suddenly, everyone in the room, save for the man who was splattered with the blood of his now-dead opponent, snapped a crisp salute to the suited man, faces a mixture of awe and pure, unbridled fear. The suited man stepped forward, observing the blood-spattered man through the sights of his handgun.

"Colonel Smith," he said, voice perfectly calm and even. "I see that you have entered an altercation. Do we tolerate altercations in Blacklight, Colonel?"

"N-n-n-no," the blood-splattered man replied, stuttering, voice subdued like that of a child being told off. "We don't."

"Precisely," the suited man said, lowering his weapon. "I will say nothing more of it, but do not let me see this happen again or the bullet shall be in your head, not your opponent's."

Colonel Smith seemed to regain a tiny bit of confidence, in the pause, and said, voice slightly challenging, "You can't do that, Drake. We're the same rank. You have no authority to summarily execute me."

"No, I do not," the suited man replied. "But these men beside me - if you could call them 'men' at all -" he said, with a sweeping motion of the hand, "Do not much care for rank. As far as they are concerned, everyone looks the same down the sight of a gun. And that is all they care about." Smith said nothing, just sat there looking terrified, so Drake continued, "That's enough of that, though. Now, I see that the girl is absent. Have you deployed her already?"

Smith shrugged. "She's been pumped full of combat drugs and fitted with a shock collar. The less time the Sword is alive, the better."

Drake sighed, shaking his head. "I do not like your little freak, Smith. Deploying that failed experiment is only going to create more problems than it will solve. She is no soldier - and while you may play on the Sword's sense of justice, I have seen him set off explosive devices with children in the blast radius. It will not faze him for long. And even if it did, she is too mentally unstable to be able to reliably kill him."

"Oh, really?" Smith inquired, voice slightly mocking. "And your pet monsters are any better? Did it ever occur to you, Drake, that creating more of what we're fighting might be a slight problem?"

Drake shook his head. "The Mass Production models are indoctrinated to fight for us under any and all circumstances. The Sword is not human, if only in mind. It takes inhuman beasts to kill him; it takes something that will cancel him out. Unit One is already in the field on a trial. If the Sword survives this, we will simply deploy all six. There is no issue here."

Smith laughed, a high, arrogant sound; but it faded when he glanced around, and realised that the imposing figures were all simply staring at him with blank eyes. "We'll see, I suppose. Now, I have to get to the Ops Room. Let's see how this goes."

Drake nodded. "Indeed. I myself want to see Unit One in the field. This should be interesting..."

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Valentine stood and began running, shutting the whole world out. He had no idea why he was so scared; he shouldn't have been, after all. But looking in a metaphorical mirror felt just like looking into the depths of hell. It was an unnerving knowledge, that.

He counted down how long it would take for a trained human to raise and fire a weapon, with the intention of hitting the deck just before it fired; the thing behind him, however, was far quicker than he'd expected, and when he was only halfway through the countdown, he felt a bullet slam into his back. His spine cracked horribly as the ceramic plate was pushed into him, but it wasn't terribly painful, so he kept moving. He couldn't afford to stop now. But, for some reason, he got the feeling that that bullet had been a warning shot. So, spinning around without stopping his movement, he drew his revolver, shoved Audra behind him, and fired three shots at his enemy. He didn't stop to look at whether his opponent was staggered or not, just span back around and kept running.

After a few seconds, he rounded a corner; as he did so, another bullet slammed into his shoulder, causing him to spin and topple to the ground. He stood back up a moment later, and began walking backwards, leveling his automatic at the corner; whatever the hell that thing was, a full magazine of .30-06 would slow it down at least a bit. "Start up a car," he ordered Audra, while checking his shoulder; no blood was on the ground, so it must have been shooting extreme high-calibre pistol rounds to have that sort of impact. Probably from a revolver of some sort, based on the rate of fire. Just like he was using...

"We need to get away from the thing as fast as we can. It just put two pistol bullets in me from nearly a hundred metres, and I genuinely don't know if we can kill it. And if you can't kill it... well, you run the fuck away from it."

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Valentine turned to Audra, now irritated. She might have been a professional assassin, and a damned good one at that, but this was open warfare now. She was in no way equipped for dealing with someone who could and would level half a city block just to get to his target. And now she was just carrying a freaking .22! It'd be about as effective as a BB Gun against their enemy's armour. But he shut out any feelings of anger or irritation he might have had towards her. He could leave her later; for the minute, his priority was either killing Other Valentine or running like hell. He forced his mind into the dark space that it occupied when it seemed that his death was imminent - a space Vlad had caused him to develop as a part of his training. A place devoid of any emotion; the mindscape of a murderer.

"Get in the car," he stated, voice no longer shouting, but perfectly calm and even, lacking any kind of feeling. His fists clenched around his massive automatic rifle's grip, finger curling around the trigger. But the figure that emerged from the corner was about half as large as his designated target.

He realised with shock and terror that it was Blue Jay. And she was saying that she was there to kill him. It took him a few costly seconds to work out just what she was stating - that she'd been turned. That she worked for Blacklight now. For the enemy. For Them - the dehumanised term he used to refer to people he didn't like to think about killing. She was one of Them. That made her a target. Under other circumstances, he would have panicked, wondered what he should do. As it was, his mind skipped the 'decision' stage and moved straight into 'action'.

"I'm going to Hell for this..." he muttered, walking over to where she stood, half bent-over on the pavement, clearly in massive pain. She must have been equipped with a shock collar. Without pause, he swung the back end of his massive rifle into her gut, slamming it into her as hard as he could, throwing her several metres backwards with the impact.

But before he could turn and run, he heard footsteps to his right, soft - too soft for any normal person. The exact sound his Spetsnaz-issue boots made against concrete. He managed to bring up his rifle, using it as a block as Other Valentine's bowie knife, identical to his save for a carbon-black blade instead of the gleaming steel of his own, slammed into the weapon. An instant's delay and the knife would have gone into his neck. He threw the rifle away; its barrel had been twisted by the impact, and it was now useless. Without a second's pause, he whipped out his own knife in his left hand and his huge .500 Smith & Wesson revolver in his right, blocking his opponent's second strike with his gun's barrel and swiping; he aimed a tiny bit too low, however, and his blade bounced off his opponent's lower arm plate instead of cutting through the elbow gap. He threw up his own handgun as his enemy drew his, sending a gunshot high, and punching his opponent's face mask with the knuckles of his knife hand, cracking the plastic with the force. He managed to duck an instant later, sending his opponent's .500-calibre round high; he could practically feel the hot lead grazing his hair. This was a high-stakes game - one wrong move on the part of either of them, and they were as good as dead. And to make matters more complicated, both sides had a wild card...

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Blue Jay couldn't feel the pain anymore. She couldn't hear her own thoughts, let alone the thoughts of those around her. Her brain was going haywire, her vision blurring, and each move she made was jumpy and almost not connected to her brain. She was an electrified, hot wired, crazy mutant bird kid supposed to kill one Valentine, who was probably on the verge of insanity. Worst of all, she felt like her ribs were cracked, maybe from being hit, or hit into something really hard, and she didn't know why. THat was how messed up her brain was right now. She didn't know if she was being electrified, or if they had just stopped electrocuting her. Either way, you could tell she wasn't thinking straight. In front of her, she thought she was seeing double, but it was really just the two Valentines duking it out.

Blue Jay tried to get up, but moving seemed impossible. The only thing that seemed to be working was her wings, and she was sensible enough to flap them open, managing to whack them off the concrete wall she was slouched against in the process. Her eyes were trying to focus on the fight in front of her. She needed to do something...but what? She caught sight of a flash of red and knew which one was the right Valentine. Which one indeed. Kill the real Valentine and get help, possibly healed, maybe even protection. Or kill the fake Valentine, save the guy who had saved her, possibly get seriously hurt in the process, still be on the run, and still be out of place in this world. Blue Jay sighed. Her mind was made. Sort of...it's really hard to know if your mind is made when it is all a jumble from being electrocuted.

Blue Jay knew if she got involves in the fight, she would get hurt, no question. But she already was hurt wasn't she? Suddenly, thoughts screamed out at her. Both Valentines seemed to be thinking about gaps in the armor they were wearing. How could she hear thoughts when her brain was like scrambled eggs? How would she know? her brain was scrambled eggs! Blue Jay looked around for something sharp, and saw a long sword peeking out of a guitar case (one of Audra's katanas) and with out thinking, she managed to half fly, half crawl over to it and pick up the sword. Flapping harder, she pulled up into the air, her legs limp, her left hand holding her stomach, and her right hand holding the knife. Her eyes were set on the one she wanted to kill, and right now, his back was exposed, a gap in the armor slightly open. However, like any normal fight, he moved, and her chance was lost, only for another one to arise.

Her wings worked fast and clumsily to propel her forward, the sharp blade held tightly. She dove forward, and the Valentine's were to involved in the fight to even attempt to block her, or notice her even. They were to worried not to get knifed in the skull or shot in the head. Blue Jay tucked her wings in, angled downward, and dove. Her knife was held firmly in front of her, and her eyes were set on the Valentine she wanted to kill. Her brain didn't even recognize she had hit her target until his blood dripped down her fingers. She had hit him all right. Right in the neck, in between two plates of armor. The Valentine was frozen, mostly out of shock, but also out of pain. Blue Jay saw the knife on the other side, and she almost threw up. She didn't know if he was dead, nor did she care. He had tried to kill Valentine.

The real Valentine.

Blue Jay looked up at the real Valentine, no knife sticking through his neck like the very unfortunate one at her feet, mouth somewhat agape. Blue Jay dropped to her knees, then said two simple words. "I'm sorry," before loosing consciousness. From what? Heck if she knows. Blood loss? Electrocution? Her massive injuries? Exhaustion?