(O_O still confused? ... meh... this is a hard situation... lol... )

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edit: ok, I'll try...tell me if something doesn't fit though.

Gwyn eventually stopped near a club, filled with angry people. She peered inside, and found someone that looked familiar. Drat.

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Nathan had not cared of the passenger, but would have probably used her to get what he wanted or just made her walk simce she seemed harmless and the odds to find angle were small not to mention she would have only known the direction where he had gone. Nathan saw a black car behind him in the crossroad as the light showed red.

"Ah rats..."

Nathan pushed the pedastal hoping to suevive in one piece as the russian car followed.

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Angle stepped inside the club, going unoticed at first since she was dressed in black leather, quite matching a few of the russians who were there. But what gave her odd looks was one, she was still wet from the river, and two, she was a woman...

Suddenly a couple of them grabbed her, "hey! here's that woman we saw burst in down at the dock!" Before she knew it, she was surrounded by several rather tall and bulky russians.

Angle elbowed the one to her right then swung her right leg up and kicked the one to her left. Diving for cover behind an overturned table, she pulled two of her handguns from her leg holsters and eliminated two of the russians.

The return fire was heavy, and she soon had to find new cover, behind a couch. Swiftly she rolled out the back door after firing a few more rounds, and came into the allyway. Angle ran as swiftly as she could, ducking as a couple of the guys fired shots at her.

After emptying their guns, they threw them in her direction, (hahaha! *falls over laughing at the mental image*) then took off after her. Rounding the corner, Angle nearly knocked someone down, "excuse me... I- ... Gwyn!" She gasped, but didn't have time as she turned her head and saw the two russians coming at her.

Angle ran to the next corner then glanced back, but only one was following her. She had no time to muse this fact as the other came around the corner in front of her and grabbed her, slamming her against the wall before she could even raise her gun to his level.

The second brought out a switchblade, but Angle kicked it from his hand, kneeing the first russian and breaking away from him. She shot the first russian before feeling a sharp stink in her shoulder, as the second russian pulled out another knife and threw it at her.

Angle fired four rounds into the russian before he finally gave up going after her. She flinched as she pulled the knife out and let it drop to the ground. Angle ran from the area down the ally before leaning against a wall.

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(Wow, my character is doing a lot of stalking here, lol.)

Gwyn hurriedly ran after Angle, being careful not to be spotted by the russians.

When she finally reached her, she was leaning against the wall. Blood was spilling out of her shoulder.

"Hi." she said awkwardly. She looked around. "Who were those people?"

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Storm found two sentries posted at the bridge. He easily knocked one out over the head and jumped the second one from behind. Both went down cold. He dragged them into the woods, where he stripped one of them of his black police suit. Putting the suit on himself and snatching up all of the weapons that the cop had possessed - including a handgun, a stun gun, an assault rifle, and a blackjack - he straightened his ragged mess of hair and pulled the visor of his cap down over his face. He then rolled the two comatose forms of the policemen into the river. Who cared if they drowned? They had cost him enough pains to begin with.

Another cop on the bridge caught sight of him as he made his way along the river. He stepped out from his car and waved at Storm.

"What happened to these two?" he yelled at Storm, gesturing at where the patrols had been a few minutes ago.

"Dunno," Storm shouted back, deliberately pitching his voice lower. "The officer gave us a half hour shift, remember?"

"Half hour?" the cop said in disbelief, then walked off to find the officer, cursing.

Storm wasted no time as he dove inside the policeman's car. It was occupied by one other.

"Hey, what are you - "

One hit with the blackjack, and the policeman that had been munching a donut a second ago went down cold. Storm kicked him outside, slammed the car door shut, and stepped hard on the pedal.

He was free, back to the usual routine of eluding the police forces. Having only been in this city for a few months, all of which had been spent in jail, he had no idea where he was going. He followed the general highway, swerving into the downtown district. He parked under a streetlight and rummaged in the storage compartment of the car for a map. He found his objective, along with a few spare change, a cellphone, and a laptop. Stuffing the coins and cellphone into his pocket for later use, he began to study the map. He found that he was a few cities away from where he had originally been arrested five months ago. Feeling better than he had in a long time, he turned around down the street and flipped open the cellphone. He dialed a number as he drove.

The receiver on the other end picked up. "Yo, what's up?"

"Hello? Matt? Is that you?"

"Yeah. Who's there?"

"Storm. Remember me?"

There was a gagging sound on the other end, along with the sound of a drink being spat out.

When Storm was answered by only dumbfounded silence, he continued, "Well, I'm out of jail. Surprise."

"Eh? I noticed. You scared the hel out of me, man."

"Listen, Matt. I'm in a hurry so I'll get right to the point. You still need that job done?"

Matt laughed. "After five months? I'm desperate, but not that desperate. What do you want?"

"A job, Matt. I'm broke."

There was a pause on the other end. "You're good, man. Actually I do have a job for you."

Storm waited.

"I want you to assassinate this Russian mob. The Mafia, actually." (lol )

Now it was Storm's turn to gag. He choked and nearly crashed into a building at the side of the road.

"What's wrong? Not up for it?"

Storm quickly regained his composure. "I'm fine. Shut up, will you?" Just my luck....

"So are you in or not?"

"Yeah. How much?"

"One hundred thousand to one million, depending on how well you do."

Storm raised an eyebrow as he stopped at a red light. "That's a big range."

"Fine, five hundred thousand to one million. I'll email you the details."

"Right. I'm in."

"Remember I'm watching you. I've got contacts."

Storm rolled his eyes. "Of course you do. You always do. I'm broke, remember?"

"I get your point. Where are you?"

"In a police car. I've got a laptop in the back seat."

Matt chuckled. "With a secure account?"

"I could hack into it for you, if that's what you mean."

The other line went dead as Matt hung up. Storm sighed and reached for the laptop.

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(haha! Awesome! Now that's a plot! *claps*)

"They're russians... the russian mob," she muttered shortly. "It's best if you just... vanish or something... I can't handle you now, oh, and when you're done playing grown up with my wallet, I'd like it back" Angle was in a bad mood, but at least not bad enough to turn Gwyn in right then and there.

Angle mumbled curses as she held her bleeding shoulder. She concidered going to a hospital to get it stitched, but then reconcidered when she remembered it would probably be swarming with security and background screenings since the town police were most likely on alert.

Stepping into the road, she was nearly hit by a cop car. "dam, that's what I need... to be run over by a blasted cop... " she hurried out of the way. too many cops... too crowded...

Angle still held her shoulder but did her best to make it look like she was cold, so she wouldn't draw attention to herself.

Seeing an empty allyway not too far from the club, but on the opposite side of the rode, she looked both ways before ducking in, going behind a dumpster.

"Orion... " Angle mumbled aloud. She wondered if the dog was ok. Probably would be picked up by the cops when they got to the club, after all, he did have CIA tags still.

She peered from behind the dumpster and saw the club had calmed down. "How the hel do they keep the cops from getting involved?!

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(ah sorry... didn't see your post, Key *fixes*)

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Twenty minutes later Storm was tucking the laptop away. The anti-hacker system they put on there was laughable, really. Any three year old could have gotten into it.

He turned the car back on and began to back out of the alleyway in which he had parked. He thought he spotted a movement behind the dumpster, but he couldn't be certain. Gun in hand and pulling his visor low over his face, he climbed out of the car and went to inspect.

All he saw at first was nothing. The dumpster was filthy, reeking of banana peels and other things far less pleasant.

And that was when he was ambushed.

The first mobster dropped down silently behind him, clapping a hand over his mouth and shoving the barrel of a gun into his temple.

"We don't deal fairly with policemen who wander into the business of the Mafia," the man hissed.

Storm stiffened. "Then I've found you," he responded, and swung under with the blackjack.

The weapon hit the man squarely in the groins. He doubled over, grunting with pain as Storm swiftly clubbed him over the head. He went down like a lead weight.

Other mobsters were vaulting down from the roofs of the buildings now. Storm whipped out his shotgun, fired a few bullets in their direction, and dove into the police car.

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Angle had been hiding behind the dumpster when the cop car had pulled in aha! and so now the police arrive.. on the wrong side of the street... She grumbled to herself as the cop got out of his car, then jumped in surprise as a couple guys from the mob jumped him.

Unable to stay where she was, due to the fire, yet unable to fight due to her shoulder, she jumped into the cop car, figuring she'd at least hitch a ride and play a homeless girl or something. yeah right! a homeless girl in leather! ha!

Ditching the idea instantly, she turned to say something to the cop and her eyes widened in surprise, "What the hel!! It's you!" She went to get out of the car, but would have been greeted by the mob and most likely killed, so she quickly shut the door and stayed.

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Gwyn walked towards the club, with a dumpster right next to it. She smiled. She felt like playing pranks today.

She walked into the club and quickly dropped a pill in a near by cup without anyone noticing. She dropped a sharp needle on a seat, and sat down in another. She put her legs over the table.

Then, she realized who was in the bar. Dam, it's the russian guys... She stood in place, knowing walking in and walking out a moment later could be considered suspicious...

She looked around nervously, studying the mob. They were strong and full of muscle, and weapons were all over them...and every kind of weapon. She felt hopeless herself, with her gun taken away from her by a pathetic excuse for a-

"Hey, you." one of the mobsters said. The hair on the back of Gwyn's neck stood up.

"Hey, doesn't that look like the girl that was with the other three? The girl with the hat?"
Gwyn cursed. She felt around her pockets for anything...nothing was there.

She grabbed a cup that was nearby and threw it with deadly aim at the mobster's head. She quickly took another glass and threw it at another, and ran out of the club. She was somewhat comforted by the sight of a man laying dead by a bear glass with a pill in it...

She ran outside, grabbed a man that was just getting out of his car, took his keys and climbed into the car. She sped off without another word. Near by, she saw more of them by the dumpster and a police car...

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Unfortunately for Nathan his car got hit in the back bumper, but his car still went forwards, but not in the wanted direction because the car spinned around. Nathan looked around seeing the russians coming towards probably ready to shoot, Nathan decided to abandon ship and pulled out his pistol.

He ran behind a corner into a dar alley, he waited for the russians appear and soon the car came to the end of it. Nathan was visible at the moment, but didn`t bother as he shot the men into the car. after shooting he bumped the bodies and sat in the car using it to reach the hotel.

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Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Gwyn cursed as the russians shot bullets at the car. One of them nearly missed her head, and she did not know where the hel she was going...

She saw the police car ahead. She followed it, knowing the russian mob would not be as stupid as to go straight to a police station...she also figured that knowing where the nearest police station is might be helpful for future reference...she swerved wildly, trying to avoid the bullets and to avoid running into their cars.

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"You!" Storm and Angle shouted at the same time and in perfect unison. Both of them followed the exclamation with a string of curses.

Storm backed the car rapidly out of the alleyway. He heard a few thumps on the back as the Russians were impaled on the rear of the car. A bullet hit the front window, shattering the glass. He abruptly swerved with a screech of tires. Grabbing the police locator, he switched it on, set it to emergency, and tossed it into the dumpster.

Storm smirked as he drove away from the alley at top speed. The locator would attract any policeman in a fifty mile radius to the site. Let the police deal with the mob. They deserved eachother.

Driving so fast, he nearly ran over a lone figure out in the middle of the street. He recognized the girl as Gwyn. Leaning out the drivers window and pointing his gun at her, he shouted, "Get in the rear seat now before I shoot."

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Angle mumbled something and planted her left palm on the dashboard, grimacing, as they nearly ran over Gwyn. While Gwyn got in the car, at gun point, Angle glanced behind to see cops swarming in towards the mob.

Turning to Storm, she yelled, "what the hel are you doing here?! I thought you ran for good! You're not as smart as I thought you were, obviously. If I were you I'd be two states over by now! Heck I'd leave the country before I got my 'rear end' (angle actually said the 'A' word but I'll be good and say the less harsh word.. ^^) shot off!"

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"If you were me, and I were you, you would have long shot me by now," Storm replied caustically. He steered the car off downtown and back on the highway. "And if you were me, and I were you, I would shut up before I hurt myself."

He unclipped his new cellphone and flipped it open to dial. It rang on the other end a couple of times before switching to the answering machine. Storm swore and dialed the number two more times. On the third time he tried, someone picked up.

"What do you want?"

"It's Storm."

"What's wrong with you? I was in the fckin' shower!"

Storm swore viciously. "Listen Matt, I don't give a dam where you were! I'm dropping by at your apartment to get a few things sorted out. And I'm bringing people with me." He hung up before Matt could snap back.

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