"Damn, it's dark." Nightingale noted to her comm as she walked into the sub-basement.
Lights flicked on one سے طرف کی one with a deep, echoing sound. Standing in the middle of the clean, white, utterly empty basement was Red Revenge. Nightingale's dual pistols were aimed at the Black Hero in the blink of an eye.
"You're on my property." Revenge stated in a 'Im the boss' tone. "Stand down."
Nightingale hesitated a سیکنڈ مزید before dropping the pistols into the low riding holsters on her hips. She'd changed her costume. Black body-armor with yellow highlights and markings. Her same weapons were in place as well as some new ones, hidden, and not hidden like the double .38s on her hips.
Revenge noted it as the female boldly strode forward.
"You haven't changed a bit." Nightingale said. "My comm is jammed. The basement is empty. And آپ are still acting as calm as a writer would be at a coffee shop."
"Interesting comparison." Revenge noted. "Considering I'm a vigilante confronting a thief in a room that doesn't exist. And FYI: This part of Grant Industries was shut down six months ago."
Nightingale frowned. "And here I thought آپ were stealing another one of your own projects."
"Not this time." Revenge said, still standing six inches taller and much مزید intimidating, although Nightingale wasn't to be underestimated either.
Nightingale swung her leg at Revenge's head. The Black Hero ducked and swung his fist at the female's stomach.
Contact.
Nightingale felt the مککا, عجیب الخلقت through her body armor and spit as she doubled over. She fell back onto the ground clutching her stomach. Red Revenge walked over to her. "You have five منٹ until the cops get here." He tossed her a phone and walked away.
Nightingale groaned and rolled onto her side, picking up the phone and unlocking it. A short, three-second video played.
"Take me to your leader."
It repeated over and over. On the back, scribbled in messy handwriting were two words.
"Judge." and "Playing."
"Bastard." Nightingale muttered.
Lights flicked on one سے طرف کی one with a deep, echoing sound. Standing in the middle of the clean, white, utterly empty basement was Red Revenge. Nightingale's dual pistols were aimed at the Black Hero in the blink of an eye.
"You're on my property." Revenge stated in a 'Im the boss' tone. "Stand down."
Nightingale hesitated a سیکنڈ مزید before dropping the pistols into the low riding holsters on her hips. She'd changed her costume. Black body-armor with yellow highlights and markings. Her same weapons were in place as well as some new ones, hidden, and not hidden like the double .38s on her hips.
Revenge noted it as the female boldly strode forward.
"You haven't changed a bit." Nightingale said. "My comm is jammed. The basement is empty. And آپ are still acting as calm as a writer would be at a coffee shop."
"Interesting comparison." Revenge noted. "Considering I'm a vigilante confronting a thief in a room that doesn't exist. And FYI: This part of Grant Industries was shut down six months ago."
Nightingale frowned. "And here I thought آپ were stealing another one of your own projects."
"Not this time." Revenge said, still standing six inches taller and much مزید intimidating, although Nightingale wasn't to be underestimated either.
Nightingale swung her leg at Revenge's head. The Black Hero ducked and swung his fist at the female's stomach.
Contact.
Nightingale felt the مککا, عجیب الخلقت through her body armor and spit as she doubled over. She fell back onto the ground clutching her stomach. Red Revenge walked over to her. "You have five منٹ until the cops get here." He tossed her a phone and walked away.
Nightingale groaned and rolled onto her side, picking up the phone and unlocking it. A short, three-second video played.
"Take me to your leader."
It repeated over and over. On the back, scribbled in messy handwriting were two words.
"Judge." and "Playing."
"Bastard." Nightingale muttered.
Yo! Attention all Red Revenge fans! I've got a proposition.
((It's called a contest آپ idiot))
Oh, shut up!
Anyway, as I کہا *tapes Sam's mouth closed* I have a competition!
Holly's mask is supposed to be domino themed, but I don't want a Robin domino mask یا one the sidekicks wear. I want something unique, individual, and awesome. Here's the contest:
GOAL: Draw/make/Whatev a domino mask for Holly, کرائیں جمع it سے طرف کی November 31st in the تصاویر on the club with a link messages to me.
DETAILS: I want the mask to hide her identity (duh) I don't want it to be like Robin's and Speedy's, etc. I want it to be green and decorative.
PRIZE: To the best mask, I'll give the winner "What Matters?" a week before it's release (Dec. 29th) in one big package. The only agreement آپ have to make is no spoilers.
Have fun peeps!
((It's called a contest آپ idiot))
Oh, shut up!
Anyway, as I کہا *tapes Sam's mouth closed* I have a competition!
Holly's mask is supposed to be domino themed, but I don't want a Robin domino mask یا one the sidekicks wear. I want something unique, individual, and awesome. Here's the contest:
GOAL: Draw/make/Whatev a domino mask for Holly, کرائیں جمع it سے طرف کی November 31st in the تصاویر on the club with a link messages to me.
DETAILS: I want the mask to hide her identity (duh) I don't want it to be like Robin's and Speedy's, etc. I want it to be green and decorative.
PRIZE: To the best mask, I'll give the winner "What Matters?" a week before it's release (Dec. 29th) in one big package. The only agreement آپ have to make is no spoilers.
Have fun peeps!
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 آپ 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 آپ 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.