The first rule of any job was to expect that job to not at all go according to plan. Neena Thurman, aka Domino, lived hard and fast by that rule, and she'd gotten pretty good at changing the plan on the run. Today was a prime example of 'time for plan M.'

She'd been working this group for month, had even gotten them to trust her. They weren't the kind of people you brought home for the holidays, and it was probably a good idea to sleep with one eye open but…

There wasn't actually a but. These were really horrible people and Neena would be glad when this job was over and she could toss all their sorry asses behind bars where they belonged. Although, looking at her current situation the job was pretty much over and her cover was pretty much blown. Hence Plan M.

Jumping out of a window with no idea what waited on the ground below wasn't the best plan she'd ever concocted, but it also wasn't the worse plan ever. There were at least seven she could recall that were much, much worse than this. Luck was usually on her side, so she wasn't too worried.

She twisted through the air, righting herself and prepared for a rough landing, only to hit something too soon. She rolled down the whatever-it-was and landed on top of something soft and squishy. That something soft made a loud noise of protest and uttered some choice curse words. When Neena looked up she looked into the most beautiful glowing green eyes she'd ever seen and her heart was suddenly in her throat.

Her landing pad had turned out to be a Chinese woman with pink skin and green markings at strategically cute locations on her face. Neena gave her a wicked smile and asked, "Are you okay, lady?"

"Am I…" The woman stared at her. "I wasn't the one that just fell out of a three-story window. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, just lucky I guess." Nothing was broken, maybe a few bruises and some cuts from the broken window. Her hair was a mess.

So, the usual.

"Good." She shoved Neena off of her, which was honestly just about the only way that Neena would have been able to take her eyes off of the woman.

Rolling smoothly to her feet, Neena held out her hand to help her up. "I'm Neena. Sorry to drop in and run, but I'm kind of in a hurry."

"Clarice," She said, the touch of their hands lingering.

"Clarice." Neena's grin widened, and then she spotted something behind Clarice. "Shit!" She pulled her aside bullets ripped through the air where they'd both just been, and pulled out her own pistol to return fire. Clarice's hand wrapped around her wrist and what Neena could only describe as a pink hole in the air formed behind them.

"Okay look, we just met and I don't usually go into strange holes in reality of space-time with beautiful women I just met." Neena glanced back at her pursuers. "And they have an RPG. Into the hole!"

Clarice's day wasn't going very well. Late for rehearsal and she'd flubbed half her lines, and then their MacDuff had nearly twisted his ankle. She wondered if the Scottish curse was at play, and if so, just who'd said the play's name so she could strangle them.

"At least it can't get worse," she mused, only for something to land on her from above. When she'd regained her senses, she realized that something was a person. A woman in flattering black leather, with skin that was literally as white as a sheet of paper. There was a black spot tattooed over her left eye and her eyes were a stunningly gorgeous blue.

When they got shot at, Clarice made a split second decision. Even if Neena hadn't decided to follow her, she would have pulled her through anyway. When it came to her portals, Clarice was pretty good at finding a good destination, but she was in a hurry and she realized her mistake the instant they were on the other side and falling towards the ground.

Instead of splattering across the pavement, they hit a pile of old mattresses. Clarice laid there for a moment in disbelieve. "What the hell kind of luck?"

Neena sat up, brushing herself off. "I've always been pretty good at making my own luck."

Trying to ignore how dirty the mattresses were, Neena scrambled down the pile. It was hard to get her bearings, and she didn't recognize the streets or any of the buildings near the alleyway they'd landed in. The signage was in English which didn't really help her any. "You coming or are you going to lay there all day?"

"Could you maybe tell me what the hell is going on?"

"Something went bad," Neena said, and didn't clarify as she started walking down the alleyway.

"They had an RPG, I'd call that pretty bad," Clarice said, falling into step besides her. "But that doesn't answer my question."

"What do you do, Clarice?" Neena stopped where the alley met the street and cautiously peeked out.

"I'm an actress. Plays, mostly Shakespeare."

"...Really?" Neena glanced back at her. "So what, a pink Lady Macbeth?"

"Yes, actually. Today's rehearsals were awful though."

"That's gotta put butts in the seats." Neena resumed studying the street, and trying to place the skyline.

"So are you a cop?" It was a reasonable question, though Clarice was half expecting the opposite answer. Cops didn't typically wear skin tight leather. Not that she was complaining.

"I actually was undercover, but not for the police. But it's kind of complicated and we don't really have time…" Neena trailed off as she realized where they were. "Did you teleport us to Vegas?"

"I think so."

"But that's… across the country. How far do your powers reach?"

Clarice smiled. "Lets just say I never have to pay for plane tickets when I visit my parents in Hong Kong."

"No shit?" Neena stared at her. "So if you wanted Mexican food, like actual legit Mexican, you could just step through a portal?"

"Yep." Clarice brushed some hair out of her face. "There's this little stand in Mexico City I always like to go to. They know my order by heart now."

"Why don't I buy you lunch sometime? I owe you for saving my ass anyway, and for dragging you into this mess." Neena pulled the zipper of her catsuit down and fanned herself. "Hell, since we're in Vegas, there are a dozen places with amazing food, I could buy you something now. I've worked up a hell of an appetite."

"Okay," Clarice found herself staring. She'd gotten into theater for a girl and found she'd loved it. So she was going to get herself involved in whatever this was.

It was bound to be more exciting than flubbing her lines. "Whatever you want."