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Hunt, Capture, and Kill

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a part of Hunt, Capture, and Kill, by Haas33.

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Valentine Knight [55] "I have half the world running from me, and the other half desperately hunting me. I am the closest thing to God mankind has ever encountered. Do not make an enemy of me."
Blue Jay [49] Why must you hunt me? It won't end well. For you...
Audra Hathaway [36] "Don't make a girl a promise, if you can't keep it."
Connor Davenport [18] "The right thing to do is always the best thing to do."
Aryanna Hollace [17] Yes that is a red hood. And yes, that is a dagger in your chest.
Schroeder Kreinstein [8] "I wouldve been fine with anyone BUT the kid."
Derek Xavier Stiles [2] Call me Shadow, but I prefer Stiles. It's pronounced STYLES, if you call me anything other than that.. you have some sort of death wish and I've no problem fulfilling it.
Diandra le Fay [2] "Ow much ah you going to pay me?"

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"An old safehouse of mine," Valentine said, swinging the car violently around another corner and missing a truck by mere inches. He considered how much he should tell her, but simply discarded the topic by realising that she could read his mind if she wanted to. Every single thought, every single memory he had was hers for the taking; his methods, his false identities, his safehouses, the nature of his funds, his accomplishments in the past - even the truth about Stephanie. He hoped that she didn't come across that. That knowledge, all the memories, all the pain and fear and hatred associated with that truth... it might destroy her. She certainly wouldn't look upon him the same way afterwards.

Shunting those thoughts out of his mind, he continued, "It's an arms dealership, run by a couple of old friends of mine. They're reliable, if a bit quirky." He smiled at the memories of long nights spent playing chess, discussing everything from tactics and explosives to philosophy and girls. Back when everyone had been alive, when every new day had been an adventure, filled with adrenaline and excitement. Before he'd realised just what the word 'war' meant, just what the realities of his job were. Before he walked through ground zero of a nuclear blast, watched the screaming wounded as they begged for death, the thousands of bodies, the spectres of twisted metal and cracked latticework of concrete.

After only a few minutes, he made it to his destination; a house in an LA suburb, completely indiscernible from the hundreds of thousands like it all over the city. He parked outside, and two men ran out; both were in their late twenties, with the athletic builds and tanned skin of surfers. The slight bulge of kevlar vests was slightly visible under their shirts. Both broke out into a grin as they saw Valentine stepping out of the car.

"I was under the quite firm impression that you were dead by now," the taller of them said.

"Great to see you too, Quentin," he said, nodding, before turning to the shorter of the two. "And you're actually in shape, Eric. It must have been a while!"

"You're not looking too bad yourself," Eric said, with a suggestively raised eyebrow.

"Stop hitting on our guest, dammit Eric," Quentin said, smiling. "Anyway, what can we do for you?"

Valentine handed Quentin the car keys. "Junkyard it and torch it. Use thermite for the seats, and make sure there are no feathers in the wreckage, got it?"

"Feathers?" Quentin said, raising an eyebrow as he stepped into the garage to collect a black bag of tools. "What, you collect birds now?" However, as he saw the girl step out of the car, the other eyebrow joined it. "Or little girls?"

Eric suddenly burst out laughing, and Valentine looked at him curiously. "What's so funny?"

"Wait a second. You and Stephanie... you didn't, did you? No. Way. Really?" Eric said, voice fragmented by laughter.

Valentine shook his head. "No, no, nothing like that. I only met her about half an hour ago. This situation's a hell of a lot more complicated than it looks, and I'm not half-sure what I've actually gotten myself into here."

Eric shrugged, inviting them towards the door. "Well, where're the others?"

Valentine's smile disappeared. "Leo, KIA in North Africa against local militia. Monica, MIA; haven't seen her for years. Nina, KIA after she decided that I was better off dead. Stephanie, KIA after..." he paused for a second, his eyes downcast, before he resumed by saying, "Well, KIA. That's what matters."

Eric sighed. "I'm so sorry-"

"Doesn't matter," Valentine stated evenly. "Let's get inside. Now."

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"So vat your saying is...." Diandra spoke clearly over the phone, "Youve recruited more killers?"
"zats vight my vittle boujuoir butterfly" Schroeder said, teasing Diandra in her own accent.
"Who? You know, its not ze wisest to get everyvone on your side. You can't pay all zat money for everyvone...."
"WOULD YOU STOP WORRYING ABOUT THE GOD-DAMN MONEY!!!! GEEZ, DINA!!!!"
"Okay, maybe not ze money, but its ze trust. not everyvone is on your side, Shroeder. Rememba zat."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, I'll call you back later, okay?" the lunatic scientist said, and hung up the phone.
Diandra stared at her phone in confusion. She didn't like what Shroeder was doing at all. She continued to unpack her suitcase in the hotel room.

Guards came into Schroeder's laboratory, stating that two young teenagers called in by the email had arrived.
"Send them in," Schroeder said to the two muscular men. His plan was going much better than he expected.

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Blue Jay winced as another riveting turn jolted her hurt wing into the side of the car. She would extend it further (it would be much more comfortable that way) but the car wasn't nearly big enough and the seat belt she had been sensible to put on would cut against her wing. But soon enough, they stopped, with the sirens only a faint murmur in the distance. She fumbled with her seat belt and carefully examined her wing as Valentine started to talk with to men. Carefully, she listened in on their thoughts. Could she trust them enough with showing them her wing? Surely they would see them at some point. After all, she really needed to examine it. If she moved her wing at all, it hurt like crap and she could feels something wet and stick and her feathers. Never a good sign. She finally made up her mind. If Valentine trusted them, she trusted them. Besides...none of their thoughts were to threatening. She puzzled over the thoughts about Stefanie. All of them seemed to be masking something about Stefanie. She furrowed her brow slightly and shook her head, opening the door and stepping out.

"Yeah. Really complicated," she says, unfolding her wings a bit, especially her hurt one. She winced painfully, and sudden rushes agony seared through her wing, through her back. She gasped in pain and slumped to the ground. Why did it hurt much worse now? She looked at her wing and her eyes widened with shock. The very top of her wing, along where the major bone was, was red and bloody. She felt the tip of her wing. No holes, but she moaned in pain as her fingers brushed the bloody mess. The bullet must have scraped the bone. Sniper? She looked around, her hawk-like eyes scanning the area, her mind trying to pinpoint whispers of thought. There! She saw (and heard) a man peek through a scope again, shift the gun a little. She followed the line of fire. She could hear thoughts of frustration. He was now pointing at Valentine. Acting on instinct, she quickly dove forward, plowing into Zachary and flattening him to the ground, not a second to late. She heard a bullet ping off the ground where Valentine had just been.

And then she passed out.

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Aryanna narrowed her eyes at the man sitting at the desk across from them. She looked over to Conner who was sitting beside her. This man practically reeked of evil lunatic. Why should she help him? She wasn't one who normally went for money, she was more on moral values. Sure, killing people was bad, but she was doing it for right reasons, for a purpose. Plus, she was good at it. Killing a six year old? Not on her list of top priorities. She crossed her arms, waiting for him to speak.

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Audra

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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"Who are you?" Connor asked aggressively. He held his bow, firm in his hand. It was clear the guards were not to fond of him holding his bow so tightly, but what were they going to do about it? Connor sat kind of awkwardly on the chair. He was an awkward child though. He sat on one foot, as the other rested on the ground. He realized through experience that this sitting position allowed for quick response to any situation. Since Aryanna was playing the part of the calm one, Connor felt it was alright to get aggressive. "Why are you after the death of a young girl?" He asked with scrutiny in his voice. The trace of a kid was long gone by now.

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"WOAH WOAH WOAH!!! Easy there young man...." Schroeder said, leaning back comfortably in his office chair. "Did you not read the e-mail? I did not say kill.....rather i meant.....track down..."

Schroeder reached for his coffee that was contained in a silver mug. "Please, make yourselves comfortable. Would you like some coffee? Get them some coffee, Jared" he said to one of the guards, not giving the teenagers time to respond.
"Now.......i know this whole mission thing seems a bit frightening, with the six-year-old and all, but i hope you two will allow me to explain my case...."

"You see, a couple of years ago, I embarked on an experiment to create the ultimate super soldier. Something that could be used to help the army, air force, navy, whatever. I made a prototype of this super soldier, and a couple years later, i created another one. This time, with slightly enhanced powers and abilities. This version of the original has taken on the form of a six-year-old human girl...."

"Just a while ago, my experiment escaped. I don't know how she managed to sneak through the security and slip past my guards, but she did. She has fled into the city, and is now running off like a wild animal. I am deeply troubled; not only because she could disturb the peace, but she could prove to be a dangerous threat. Also, if the wrong hands got their hands on her, civilization would be doomed...."

The last part of Schroeder's sentence was a lie. He was not concerned so much for the people's wellfare than for his own wellfare. To put it simply, the doctor didn't want to go to prison.

"...So, this is where i want you two to come in. I want you and the other assasins i inquired to track her down, and bring her back to me. Remember, i don't want too much of a ruckus with this. Also, this girl, Bluejay as she calls herself, is extremely dangerous. She may look sweet and adorable, but in any given moment, she can use her mind control to make you put a gun up to your head. Now, payment will be explained later. For now, does anyone have any questions?"

Schroeder took a sip from his coffee as he waited for the teenagers' responses

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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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(((Um, blue wind, it is not a gun shop, not really something uou happen to stumble upon, and they are mostly in the back, are father away from society for blue jay to feel comfortable extending her wings. And I quote: After only a few minutes, he made it to his destination; a house in an LA suburb, completely indiscernible from the hundreds of thousands like it all over the city. I dont mean to sound rude, but it seems sort of unlikely that someone would just happen upon the group. However, I do love your creativeness with involving your character in the story!))

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((Sorry I'm on my phone. Lot of mess ups))

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Audra

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

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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Derek Xavier Stiles "Shadow"


Male lips parted, exhaling smoke into the air. The cigarette was dropped, the heel of a glossy black combat boot extinguishing it. Derek finished his cigarette and was finally ready for business. He, not being the type to rush anywhere, wasn't very unanticipated to be late for just about.. everything. If Derek was on time, it would quite possibly be the first sign of the apocalypse.

He heard a ruckus inside. Well shit, they've already started without me. He thought to himself in a bored tone. Despite the type of shoes he wore, his stride was soundless as he made his way indoors. He could hear the guards rustling and bustling with someone. Fools. Hasn't Kreinstein realized that they're no where near up to par for their position of employment? For such a genius I sometimes question his judgement. He thought to himself with a smirk of amusement on his face. The whole time he was amusing himself, Derek didn't cease his quiet pace through the corridors. He kept moving towards the sound, seeing as he'd already gotten his assignment. He assumed Kreinstein didn't want to wait the extra time for him to turn up for a briefing. He'd always been devoted to the off the wall scientist. Which he mentally titled him in the most endearing of manners.

Then his trail of thought broke when he caught movement in his peripheral vision. So he instantly revealed himself once Little Red's feet touched the floor. He wasn't on the attack just yet, he was among the best.. but taking on two of your own par wasn't only insane, it was impossible for him in a hallway. Where could he really go? "Hey, Hey, Hey.." his voice was smooth, but it also had a pinch of a deep quality to it. "What's the rush there kiddos?" He asked with a smug smirk on his face, eyeing them, "Ah. I've heard of you two tykes~" He chimed in a cheerful manner. The entire time his knuckle blades were positioned on his hands. Whether he ever took them off was unknown, "You can call me Shadow." His blue eyes went over both Little Red and Robin hood, "So... which one of you are causing problems for poor Kreinstein? He's a hardworking man you know. Pays his taxes. Are either of you old enough to know what those are?" He slightly teased, then laughed. "I'm just poking fun, now seriously.. do we really want someone to get hurt..?" He asked them. Derek enjoyed his job. Every part of it. "Oiiii Kreinstein, Stiles is here to see you~" He chimed out, though he never took his eyes off the two he purposefully intercepted. "Am I getting a hand with these two?"

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Little Red caught glimpse of Conner. He was behind her, good. She turned back to face the long hallway, to even sure where she was going. Could they leave by going up the elevator? No. They could shut down the elevator. It was clear that Schroeder was not going to take no for an answer. Lost in thought, she almost ran right into something. Correction: Someone. Aryanna backpedaled, then instantly regretted putting her daggers away. This guy looked...well...tough I guess. He certainly didn't look like one of the guards. Also, that strangle looking blade on his knuckles was really creeping her out. She was about to push past him when he spoke. "What's the rush there kiddos?" Kiddos? What the hell? She was eighteen! Technically, that classified her as an adult. Conner was 17, but he looked older than her. She was a measly five foot three inches herself. Besides, Mr. Creepy Random Guy didn't look that old himself. Maybe 24, 25. She gave him a nasty glare as he then proceeded to call her a tyke. Apparently his name was Shadow. Good for him. Now could he just step aside before she slits his throat?

"So... which one of you are causing problems for poor Kreinstein? He's a hardworking man you know. Pays his taxes. Are either of you old enough to know what those are?" That's it.... she took a moment to plan out her next moves, calculating his responses, what he would expect, etc. A vicious snarl ripped through her throat and she lunged forward, not even with dagger in hand. Doing the greatly unexpected, she dove to the ground and slid under and through his legs, giving his crotch a nice kick as she went. She jumped up, bringing her fist up to punch him in the face, expecting him to turn around. Then she took his hand with the weird knuckle-blades on it and twisted it severely, pulling it thing his back. Then she took out of her daggers and pressed it to his throat. "Call me kiddo again and you will be without a head," she said, ice cold malice dripping from her words.

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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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