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Indigo clicked in firm steps towards what was unveiled with the name of “Lady.” With the expression on his face and that certain sparkle in his eyes there was no question...of course she was. It sent a little ripple of envy through her where she least expected it.Unsure why other than she felt she was stepping into some arena where she was sharing time with some sort of competition. How odd was that given the time and the tasks at hand. Her hands locked at the fingers around the cabin door frame once it was opened by Mr. Marshall for entry. The scent of what was there before the door opened, perhaps from times not so recent, rolled towards her in greeting. A limited sense of welcome encouraged her steps following him downward disappearing below the deck they didn’t waste time on to admire the view.

“Mmmm...this is looking pretty cozy.” She commented with a lingering pur at the end. It was impressive. “Guess I know where your hiding if you can’t be found. She is sweet.”

Her fingertips caressed one of the inviting chairs as she passed it by. If it could glove her body and cradle her long legs she would have to find out later. For now there was the agenda of playing Transporter in a backasswards sort of way. One thing was certain no matter the outcome. Crash was not going to get to forget this mission for a long time if she had anything to say about it.

“Show me what you got and I will see if I can handle it.”

As she was known for, her slow long steps had her moving through the cabin as if she been there a million times before. Like a exotic feline readying herself for the hunt she felt the confidence surging through her. In reality it most likely was brought on by the conviction that there was no other option but to get the guns and get going without fail.

“Smaller the better. I rather not go in like Rambo but more like holding the answer to worldly destruction in the palm of my hand.”

She shot a look towards Enver and where he was going through the motions of pulling out what he had to offer. She felt a shock of unexpected heat at the nape of her neck and it ultimately slithered down her back. Was she feeling some sense of power in the danger ahead or was this doing something to her, catching her in a moment where she was influenced by Enver’s power he applied? Whatever it was she was prepared to take full advantage of it and anything else she possibly could to have the night turn out in all of their good favor. Anything else was not about to be entertained.

“I will return whatever is left of what you give me once we get our hands on him and bring him back safely.” She felt the itch of her slower than a snails pace healing and reached back. Her hand rubbed just below the wound then returned in front of her. “You got Grace covered for the night?” Of course she was concerned and expected he had.

Davion: “What the…” Next thing he knew he was airborne and flying into a tree. Over several branches and painfully between where there was literally no space for him he managed to come out the other side and land with an excruciating thud. “Holy ****!”

He wheezed and bolted upright to his feet out of sheer shock. Davion wasn’t waiting around to find out what the hell was tossing him around like a frisbee. His long legs took to running like he had at least three cars with flashing lights chasing his *** down.

Crash: Where was Skid Mark? Crash couldn’t see the guy anywhere. Or hear him. He left him...again! The fur of the monster that had him imprisoned irritated his thighs and calves, Crash flailing his legs against the creature. “You’re not my type, *****.” Crash said as he he tried to shove his way off the large monster. “I draw the line at beastiality.” He said with a solid kick into the large muscle mass, sending himself flying off the thing. He landed, on his ***, for the third time tonight, twigs, rocks and even pebbles chaffing his *** when he landed on the ground. “OWWWWW!” He cried out, realizing too little too late, that he should never have his *** hanging out for too long.

A voice, off in the distant, from behind the beast that was coming for him again. Crash crawled away in horror movie fashion, zig zagging around as the guy looked for a place to hide. ****! The trees were as bare as his *** (sans ****), and there was nothing else around him that he could see. Nothing like a cave, a house...he was so screwed. He got up and and started to make a runner for it, but not before screaming to the unrecognizable voice (words missed), “FIND ME! ANYONE!” Tree branches snapped against his thighs, a sapling slapped his boys as he ran over it, Crash yelping in pain as both hands found them and covered them, the thrall hobbling along as steps charged after him. He probably should have been more subtle.

Davion: Could anything be worse than this? The huffing and puffing of his chest and open lips were loud and clearly all the signs needed for anyone to hear him coming through the heavily wooded area. Like a locomotive way off it’s course he found the energy he needed fueled by pure fear gaining on him each time he thought of giving in to the burn in his muscles trying to freeze up and make him stop.

“Where are you?”

He breathed out the question on his mind and felt the sharp slice of thorns ripping at the material on his fast moving legs. He jumped over a bush barrier and rolled into a thicket of dense hard branches. Popping back up and spitting out the sour remnants of what was likely not meant to be edible he discovered the noise of Crash nearby.

“A-N-S-W-E-R M-E M-O-T-H-E-R F-U-C-K-E-R!”

Davion screamed until he felt the fractured ribs in his side poke into the flesh barely covering their pieces. It was then that he felt like he had been slapped into another realm with a force so hard he swore he lost all his teeth. He knew then and there. He was going to die tonight. No question about it.

The bag was slung over her shoulder like any worthy accessory while her hand fished around inside retrieving the bullets. While the cool stainless steel of the gun rested against the palm of her left hand her right went to work with pulling the magazine with a click and release. It would appear as if she had performed the routine of weapon handling as much as she did art supplies and setting up the studio for the nightly open art sessions.

Quickly and without missing a beat her long fingers fed the bullets in tightening the resistance on the spring within responsible for keeping them lined up and ready. There was no need to second guess what she was doing. Using the fast guiding thrust of the heel of her opposite hand the magazine was sliding into place. Her fingers curled once around the grip while her wrist rotated just enough that she could eye the positioning of her hand with the weapon while taking a few seconds to aim for comfort. The muzzle was pointed to the opposite wall of where her boss was standing and she was as good as gold with what she had to work with. If fit like a glove.

“This will do just fine.” She confirmed as made her way towards the door he made a point of nodding to. The weapon slid into the medium inside pocket at her right hip and she was on her way up the stairs leading to the deck. “If I run out of ammo I will pull out whatever I have in my other bag of tricks make it work.”

Once outside she gave another glance to the sky above her while Enver did whatever it was a boat owner does to secure their investment from being burglarized or worse in their absence. The sounds of his footsteps on the same deck as her own signaled they were on their and that much closer to rejoining Adley. Hopefully he was in one piece and making some headway in getting closer to locating the rather troubling bewitched human gone bullistic.

“I know this isn’t exactly what any of us had in mind to do tonight.”

She felt the spring air flowing through the cloud of curls topping her head lifting them randomly with the rhythm of her steps. Her search for Davion was put on hold but with the gains she made she believed she was closer than ever to finally locating him. In what shape was the only thing that still weighed heavily in her thoughts. It boiled down to if he would even be salvageable. Or had the streets and prison taken more of him than was worth the effort in finding?

“For what it is worth I appreciate your response in dealing with him. I know the last thing you need is the trouble he can bring when he is out of his mind.” She glanced to her boss and then focused on their path ahead that had him leading the way.

The movement of the fast pace in which they maintained was accompanied by the chorus of clicks from her out of place shoes. They were hardly ideal for the ground cover that would be welcoming them to soft ground that would replace the concrete jungle they were currently hiking though but she would adapt. She could always ditch the shoes and replace them later. Shopping was great therapy after a hard day's night. Nothing about what they were walking into sounded like it was going to be a tip toe through the tulips. She didn't have that kind of luck. Hopefully her employer did.

Once they arrived to the last of the clearing before the treeline she paused briefly. It was just enough that the dancing of the cell finally served it’s purpose of alerting her that she had a message. Pulling the device from where she carried it she looked to her boss who just happened to comment on her not being a novice. It was a rather broad assessment which was hardly inaccurate depending on where it was intending to be applied.

“Depends on what. It is.” She winked at him then glanced down to the screen that was glowing with the sweep of her thumb. “I have a hell of a lot to learn, Mr. Marshall.”

Her thumb lifted from the screen while the rest of her fingers cradled the device in her open hand for both of them to see. It had been awhile since she felt what could only be described as her insides dropping to her toes but there it was making a return appearance and she found her mouth going dry with the results. Adley’s warning was there for Enver to read.

“Adley.” His name left her lips in a whisper that could be mistaken for the sound of a thoughtful prayer. Her free hand patted her hip in confirmation that her loaner gun was still there while her mind went through the possibilities of just what it was that he was encountering. “Let’s go.”

Indigo was stepping faster than she could get out her words. Each heel sank into the sponge-like ground and less than a yard was all it took for her to begin a full sprint towards the massive tower of trees in front of them. There was no way she was staying out. Not as long as she was still moving on her own two feet.


The sounds of howling returned and Davion scarcely made out the sound of Crash’s voice which was close by. He lifted his head up from the ground beneath it. Slowly the fresh spring blades of green traced the surface of his skin as he brought his weight to rest on one elbow so his opposite hand could curl briefly at his damaged side. A deep inhale in with the purpose of yelling for Crash was interrupted by the torment of a scalp tingling cough erupting in his chest.

“O-V-E-R H-E-R-E!”

He found his knees beneath him and balanced alternating between each while trying to get a foot flat to the ground. It was hard to decide which was his best bet. His struggle with making up his mind didn’t last long. The decision was made for him with the appearance of what first the first time was clear as day. He felt the rush of panic wash over him as he craned his head up to take in what grabbed hold him. It was so quick and hard that he heard his skeleton popping like a bowl of puffed rice getting the first flood of cold milk. Instantly his feet swung forward and delivered a dual line drive of his heels into a face straight out of a sci-fi horror flick. The give of his boots sliding over something solid as a brick wall gave way to a cloud of unforgettable stench. A sharp gash tore across his abdomen then he felt the weightlessness of free falling. His hands clawed at the air and his eyes locked at the focal point of ground coming at him.