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Well that had been an interesting change in pace. She watched casually from the shadows as the man that had fallen flat on his face in the middle of the table was gunned down. Not everyday she got to see a masked man obtain so many holes in him. She’d say it wasn’t everyday that she got to witness such incompetence either but lets face it, the world was full of stupid armatures. There was really nothing new about it unless it was a nice addition of flare on the guys part. Too bad it was all wasted now.
Elektra was here for that briefcase, its contents where some such plans that Stick thought he’d need for his war. Intelligence or what not, to help bring them closer to finding out what the Hand was up to lately. The Hand was never still, they were always doing something and after a time you learned that the quieter they were, the louder the dooms day bell would ring when they poked their heads up again. The men with the briefcase, well she hadn’t been told to kill them and she hadn’t been told not to. It was probably a safe bet they were on a shortened life span right now.
Slipping out of the shadows, her red cowl up over half her face, she was silent even without the sound of gunfire to cover her. At least the idiot could feel he accomplished something, he’d made this very easy for her, grabbing all their attention like that. They weren’t even looking around as she stepped up behind them, her blade slicing through flesh and splattering blood as it was pulled out to deal with the next.
”Now boys, didn’t anyone tell you it wasn’t nice to pick favorites?” What could she say, this had been too easy, that wasn’t any fun. Heads came up in surprise as the slim figured woman standing behind the two dropped bodies of their comrades but she was moving again already, blades taking the guns from their hands and maybe a finger or two as well.
He was getting up? What the hell sort of trick was that? She had been sure he was a goner after all those holes. Made over into a nasty colored sort of swiss cheese. But she had learned young that the world was full of all sorts of weird things and with all the mutants and inhumans popping up these days there was never any way to tell what sort of extra effects a person could be hiding. She just hoped he’d stay out of her way.
Her blades didn’t pause but she moved off to the side once she saw him taking his fair share this time. Let the goons keep him distracted, she still had her original goal to achieve and she didn’t intent to fail Stick. With the fighters attention now divided and a potential rival back on his feet Elektra set her sights more to tracking the briefcase then simple bloody mayhem. As much fun as that was..
Finally she spotted the guy in the suit with the case. In the chaos he was trying to slip towards the edge of the crowd, his eyes darting for the exit before his feet even moved in that direction. Elektra was already working her way over towards the man as he bolted. She stabbed her current opponent, ripping her blade out as she ran after the suit.
”Oh no you don’t, I’m not done with you.” She threw a small knife at the back of his knee, making him crash with a scream. As she reached him she was kind enough to end his misery with a quick blade between through the torso before gathering up the case.
She had what she had been sent for right in her hand. All she had to do was leave, let the rest of these idiots take care of themselves, or that weirdo to take care of them. By now she was betting on the weirdo in the mask, she’d seen enough of his fighting to know he didn’t hold his punches and apparently didn’t know how to stay down.
A body slammed into the middle of her back, knocking her forward onto the ground. The case slid away from her grip as she changed tactics to kicking the asshole that thought to take her down. His partner though grabbed the briefcase and started to run again. Well, it seemed she was going to get a bit more cardio work in today. Damn.
A neat solution roared to life behind her and she paused, glancing back to see her new masked friend pull up. She didn’t need to be told twice, jumping into place behind him on the bike. ”Nice suit. Love the color choices.” you couldn’t go wrong with red and black. It echoed her own choices. Though hers was less pajama vibe with gimp mask.
”So who are you?” She asked as they started to move, her eyes however on the target ahead. She still had one hand free with a weapon ready, just had to close that distance..
He had a smart mouth but a sense of humor wouldn’t hurt her. ”Mmm..” she gave only a slight nod, the banter only secondary to her main goal. ”Practical as well as stylish. Compliments to your tailor.” She liked the thigh holsters too; she had her own version of those, just not for guns. She was still on the fence about the mask though.
Friends could be very hard to come by. Especially friends you could be yourself with, or didn’t mind how much blood you had on your hands. Elektra could understand, she didn’t exactly have friends either. More like associates that could be on the other side of something the next time they met. No, it was just her and Stick and on the other side of Stick were his Chaste. It was no wonder she had bouts of melancholy.
”I think I’ll go with space cowboy. Rolls off the tongue better.” though now that she knew this was the one the rumors called Deadpool, she knew a little more about the man she was sharing the seat of a bike with. The rumor mill was always so informative! ”I’m Elektra.”
She saw right through his perverted plan, even taking her eyes off the men ahead to raise a brow at this one. She wasn’t that naive. ”Not quite my style. I doubt you can fit much worth bragging about in that tiny pocket anyway.” She was smirking under her cowl as they closed the gap and wrapped the fingers of one hand around the back of his belt as she shifted her weight and readied herself. ”Be a dear and try not to drop the bike alright?” Her blade was raised as they caught the other bike and it came down in a heavy slash across the guys lower back, the man cried out and lost control of his bike. That was one taken care of.
A tailor with a ladies night? That was… different. Unless his tailor jut happened to run a bar as well. Which, since most people that supplied people like them didn’t exactly advertise their services in the paper she supposed wasn’t such an out of place idea. Half her mouth quirked up under the cowl though, ”I can’t make promises if you decide to not play nice.”
”Its an art, really.” So much more went into it then raised fingers, in her case. As they started weaving between the traffic she had to pull her katana in. She didn’t want to punish the weapon needlessly by letting it get smacked into cars or random bike messengers. She secured her grip and went along for the ride, having to trust him to catch up to the guy. A little annoyed when he didn’t get her close enough.
She was more then willing to use him as a meat shield as the guys opened fire. Ultimately his life meant nothing to her and she hadn’t dismissed the chance that near the end of this they wouldn’t be facing off, no matter how amusing the banter was. For now, she’d accept that he was useful and use him while looking for the weakness, for future reference.
”Damn it.” She vexed as she hopped off the bike. Loosing the case was a set back but not one she couldn’t recover from. She simple had to scout that community, slip in and get it. They wouldn’t be able to hide from her, they wouldn’t be able to stop her.
His idea of disposing of the bike was a bit flashy and she didn’t appreciate being dragged along. ”Tipped them off for what? That what ever passes for police around here will find it and file a report?” She got up and started walking away from the area, they didn’t need to be seen anywhere near that truck.
She wasn’t going to follow him at first. As amusing as he was, and handy with blocking the bullets, she had a mission to complete and that didn’t include mucking about of other people’s radar. However she hadn’t answered one question yet and answering it sooner rather then later could save her a bit of complications later. Was he going to be a problem once she got to the case? What had he been after? Allies could quickly turn into opposition if sharing wasn’t an option.
So if she had to take him out, best do it now before she had to put herself in the middle of a risky situation.
Following along, his safe house wasn’t what she expected. Starting with the blind woman in the chair. Not her first blind person, she eyed the old woman with a suspicious look for a moment. Between Stick and Matthew, she didn’t trust the whole harmless just because she couldn’t see act. The whole dynamic these two had was odd and she wasn’t sure what to make of that either.
His strip show had no effect on her as she walked far enough in to the room to stand near this Al. ”Want me to kill him for you?” She asked the woman with only a half serious tone while giving him an utterly innocent look. Killing this Deadpool wouldn’t be easy, if at all possible. Which if there was a will, there was a way right? As the saying went.
At least he was as quick at getting ready as he was quick to run his mouth. She moved over to the table as he dropped he bag, glancing from it to him. ”What’s in it for you?” Was he after the case as well?
"Wouldn't waste the time on him." Al just tutted and hobbled back toward the kitchen again, leaving Elektra and Wade to stand in her apartment going over every bit of heavy ordnance Wade could stuff into a duffel bag.
"Wouldn't bother. Al loves me. Just like Chris Brown loves Rihanna." Wade quipped as he arranged his guns neatly, making sure they had enough to lay siege to the place where the case was being kept. Then, of all things, she asked him why he was offering to help her get the case. "...seriously? Did you even read my last post, lady?" Wade pointed upwards, toward the ceiling...and thus, at nothing. "Those guys tore up my favorite ebony and burgundy track suit, and I'm gonna take it out of their asses. It's as simple as that."
"Seriously. I don't even care what you have in that suitcase. Take it. I was after one of the goons. Now, it's personal." Wade said, packing the bag. "Alright, you ready to go?" He asked as he slung the bag, filled now with a bunch of guns and ammo, over his shoulder and started for the door, with or without her, he was heading off to go make a real big, wet, red mess.
Elektra shrugged as the woman declined the offer. Fair enough. He was probably more use alive right now and somewhat indulgent of her agenda then not. Which would probably change rather quickly if she did decide to make an attempt to figure out how to achieve his death. It was a puzzle, from what she understood of watching him the last hour. And in life there were so few really good puzzles.
”All over a suit? Really?” Obviously she hadn’t been inclined to believe that line before. And why should she? Half, maybe more then half, of what he said was jokes of some manner or another. Having just met him she didn’t know where his jokes ended and where the seriousness took up residence. Apparently he was that serious about his suits though.
”Alright then.” As long as he didn’t get in her way he could make confetti out of the guys in that neighborhood. ”Far be it for me to hog all the fun.” She even smiled, under the cowl but it did manage to reach her eyes a little. She was a gal that enjoyed her work. ”Did you pack enough for an army?” She eyed the bag as he picked it up before turning towards the door to be on their way.
"When you're me, brand recognition is important." Wade said. "They shoot up my suits, they ruin the merchandise. That's my bread and butter they're fucking with." He now had the bag over his shoulder and was ready to head out.
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