Rene leapt over another roof, looking around every once in awhile. Ciel came up behind her. “See anything yet?”
Rene shook her head. “How ‘bout you, Ariel?”
A couple blocks away, Ariel held her hand up to her earpiece. “Nope,” she said, popping the ‘p.’ “I don’t think Revenge does either, but how should I know? He doesn’t talk.”
“Yeah, he’s like,” Aisling had a sudden coughing fit, “in that way...”
Rowan glanced over at her. “You okay?”
She snickered quietly. “Yeah, I’m fine. Tanner? Fang? Any luck overhead?”
The two landed behind them. “No, nothing,” Fang muttered. “Not even a spark!” Tanner added, receiving the tiniest of glares. “What? It’s true!”
Harley sighed. “This is bull. There’s absolutely no sign of her or Chelsea.” Delta sat Weiter to her, nodding. “We got about 4 hours left before Fin’s screwed over for life. Anything yet on your side?” she asked in her earpiece.
Eric slumped on the couch in the apartment he’d left about an Stunde ago. “Nothing except what I remember from last night. I don’t have anything to go on, I--”
He froze, glancing at the coffee table, where his jacke was sitting on the corner. He knelt down and looked at it, inspecting it, because he was sure that he had put it down on the back of the couch. In the left hand pocket he found a small envelope, somewhat crumpled and worn. The Schreiben on it was small in dark, almost black, red ink. He quickly the letter inside, his eyes tightening with anger at each word. Another read through and he couldn’t see clearly, his vision blurred with angry tears. Something crackled in his ear, and he shook his head.
“Eric? Eric what’s wrong? Seriously, we have no time for Du to do this,” Delta worriedly asked.
“We don’t have time at all. If we can’t find your sister in an hour, we’ll never see her again.”
Aisling’s eyes widened. “Do we any way to find her at all?” she screeched, rather loudly, making Rowan flinch slightly. “Calm down, Ash,” he murmured, patting her lightly on the hand. “We can find her. And besides, she’ll come right back if she dies, won’t she?”
Aisling swallowed and nodded calmly, shivering slightly. “Yeah, yeah. She’ll come back.”
Delta sighed inwardly, when she felt Eric reach her through his mind-meld. She may not come back...
What? Delta almost yelped out loud. Why not?
We haven’t proven she comes back if she kills herself. Chelsea’s going to make her do it.
Simply to leave Du wanting more... Part 6 is done, but I’m not posting it until the weekend. >:D
Rene shook her head. “How ‘bout you, Ariel?”
A couple blocks away, Ariel held her hand up to her earpiece. “Nope,” she said, popping the ‘p.’ “I don’t think Revenge does either, but how should I know? He doesn’t talk.”
“Yeah, he’s like,” Aisling had a sudden coughing fit, “in that way...”
Rowan glanced over at her. “You okay?”
She snickered quietly. “Yeah, I’m fine. Tanner? Fang? Any luck overhead?”
The two landed behind them. “No, nothing,” Fang muttered. “Not even a spark!” Tanner added, receiving the tiniest of glares. “What? It’s true!”
Harley sighed. “This is bull. There’s absolutely no sign of her or Chelsea.” Delta sat Weiter to her, nodding. “We got about 4 hours left before Fin’s screwed over for life. Anything yet on your side?” she asked in her earpiece.
Eric slumped on the couch in the apartment he’d left about an Stunde ago. “Nothing except what I remember from last night. I don’t have anything to go on, I--”
He froze, glancing at the coffee table, where his jacke was sitting on the corner. He knelt down and looked at it, inspecting it, because he was sure that he had put it down on the back of the couch. In the left hand pocket he found a small envelope, somewhat crumpled and worn. The Schreiben on it was small in dark, almost black, red ink. He quickly the letter inside, his eyes tightening with anger at each word. Another read through and he couldn’t see clearly, his vision blurred with angry tears. Something crackled in his ear, and he shook his head.
“Eric? Eric what’s wrong? Seriously, we have no time for Du to do this,” Delta worriedly asked.
“We don’t have time at all. If we can’t find your sister in an hour, we’ll never see her again.”
Aisling’s eyes widened. “Do we any way to find her at all?” she screeched, rather loudly, making Rowan flinch slightly. “Calm down, Ash,” he murmured, patting her lightly on the hand. “We can find her. And besides, she’ll come right back if she dies, won’t she?”
Aisling swallowed and nodded calmly, shivering slightly. “Yeah, yeah. She’ll come back.”
Delta sighed inwardly, when she felt Eric reach her through his mind-meld. She may not come back...
What? Delta almost yelped out loud. Why not?
We haven’t proven she comes back if she kills herself. Chelsea’s going to make her do it.
Simply to leave Du wanting more... Part 6 is done, but I’m not posting it until the weekend. >:D
New York City
May 3, 22:09 EST
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“Are we in position, Draxx?” Revenge whispered.
“Yes. All positions secure.”
“Excellent.”
“Are Du sure Grant won’t mind us doing this?” Draxx asked. “I mean this is his company.”
“What Grant doesn’t know, won’t hurt him.”
“That’s usually not true.”
Red Revenge laughed.
It took almost two hours for the assassin to appear. She slipped stealthily among the shadows.
“Target spotted.” Revenge said, picking up his gun and aiming it squarely at the feminine figure.
“On your signal.” Draxx radioed over.
Revenge aimed the sights, lined up the crosshairs, and pulled the trigger. The assassin began to scale the building.
“Now.” Revenge said, leaping from the roof of his company at the same minute.
May 3, 22:09 EST
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“Are we in position, Draxx?” Revenge whispered.
“Yes. All positions secure.”
“Excellent.”
“Are Du sure Grant won’t mind us doing this?” Draxx asked. “I mean this is his company.”
“What Grant doesn’t know, won’t hurt him.”
“That’s usually not true.”
Red Revenge laughed.
It took almost two hours for the assassin to appear. She slipped stealthily among the shadows.
“Target spotted.” Revenge said, picking up his gun and aiming it squarely at the feminine figure.
“On your signal.” Draxx radioed over.
Revenge aimed the sights, lined up the crosshairs, and pulled the trigger. The assassin began to scale the building.
“Now.” Revenge said, leaping from the roof of his company at the same minute.
Lyla.
Lyla.
Height: 6'7
Weight: 120 pounds
Eyes: Blue oder Green, depends on how the light falls on her eyes.
Hair: Blonde. And short(picture above).
Weapons: Pistol, hidden dagger.
History: Raised Von the joker and abandoned Von
parents. Joker taught her evil, but she realized it was wrong and refused to continue. She still keeps close with him and visits him in jail. She joined the team and loved it. She had a demon haunting her and everyone got fed up. She walked away from it all before it went any futher. She had taken the path of evil. Her hair turned black and her eyes turned red from the demon that consumed her. She is still amazed no body hates her for the Demon.....
Powers: Teleportation, Flight(Wings), levetation, transformaition(Humans and animals.)
Skills: Good with guns. Sniper training.
Civies: Whatever she wants baby!
'Stume: PICTURE TIME!
TADA!
Her Damn 'Stume! MINUS THE GOGGLES.
Just an AWESOME picture.
Assasinator! XP
MEEP!
