Mayor Richard Wilkins stared at the dark form before him a moment before leaning back in his chair and thinking on the situation, "I don't care what your other job is, or even if you do it on the side, but this is important That boy is drawing far too much attention to my town and I won't stand for it." He said calmly before pushing a series of pictures towards the form.
He continued, "My sources have alerted me to several, rather troublesome, individuals moving in this direction. Now,while I don't give two figs about the Rosenberg woman, these people have the ability to cause me no end of headaches, Kill them and then the boy." The Mayor said as the dark form nodded before fading away with the pictures.
"I will restore order in my town if I have to flood the streets with blood." Wilkins promised before shuddering at how unsanitary that particular thought was.
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Xander let out a full body shudder as he exited the bus. He hated being that close to so many people. The only thing keeping him from being in a worse mood than he currently was, was Jubilee's incessantly pleasant attitude. He would almost hate her for it if it wasn't so damn infectious.
"So Taz, what's your plan for the day?" the object of his mood said happily as she bounced off the bus and smiled at him.
"Take a shower, get in some clean clothes, find out who attacked us and introduce their heads to their colons." Xander admitted before looking over at her long suffering sigh.
"No, I mean after that," she said before giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Some of us are headed into town for a shopping trip, we leave at six. See ya then, Taz." She said as she ran into the house, leaving a shocked Xander in her wake.
After a few moments to reboot his cognitive functions, Xander finally frowned. "My Names Not Taz!" he shouted after her before catching the stares from the other mutants. "Well it's not," he declared before moving into the house himself.
Behind him the tough, gruff and sour mutant Wolverine tried to put out the sparks from the cigar he had dropped while laughing.
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Electra sat on the private charter plane and glared out the window, it had been decades since she had last seen or heard from her Godfather. While the older man had tried after her father's death, she had been so closed down emotionally she had missed it.
Taking a deep breath to settle her emotions, the assassin wondered how many other opportunities she had missed. And now, after all this time, he had finally contacted her. Not as a friend, but as a client.
For a moment, Electra wondered what the woman had done to anger Rupert 'Ripper' Giles to the point of hiring a professional before shrugging it off. Idle speculation would not help and might possibly hinder her ability to focus on the mission.
As the plane started its final descent into the small Sunnydale airport, Electra took a deep calming breath to focus herself.
She had a mission after all.
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NataliaRomanova sat on the boat as it sped towards her team's destination. Of the fifteen man extraction team, Natasha was the only one with the full and expanded mission objectives.
The orders were to infiltrate Sunnydale, reconnoiter and retrieve Sunnydale team with the bare minimum of civilian interference. Should the team be captured they are to report back to SHIELD Hellicarrier immediately and attempt rescue only if the opportunity provides itself. Should the team be found dead, their bodies are to be retrieved and transported back to the Hellicarrier for burial, in such an event, their killers are to be found and reported back to SHIELD for proper response, and finally, Sheila Rosenberg is to be terminated with extreme prejudice.
Leaning back against the fast deployment boat bench, Natasha let her mind drift. Assassin, it was what she was, she admitted. She had done terrible things in her time with Russia, things that haunted her to this day. She had done even worse things both for and against America in all her years.
She had met plenty of people like the soon to be deceased good Doctor Rosenberg. Some she had killed, others she'd protected. It wasn't anything personal, it had just been the job.
But now, it was starting to become personal. Having read over the reports SHIELD had confiscated from the lab, the Black Widow found herself hating this woman Natasha wanted to hurt her before she finally let her die, she wanted… taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly as she focused on the mission. "It's just a job," she whispered, trying to convince herself before preparing to disembark.
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Victor Creed sat on the train as it made its way towards Sunnydale. He had been ordered to do one of his favorite things in the whole world, he got to kill someone. It was something he enjoyed so he did it, not for money, or power, or even a cause like his current employer. No, Victor killed because it was something he was good at and he enjoyed doing things he was good at. And if you're going to get paid, make sure it's something you enjoy and are good at.
Life was pretty damn decent sometimes, he finally decided as the train continued on the tracks.
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Wade Wilson snored. He had body slid into Sunnydale a few hours earlier and promptly gotten into a heated argument with the current inhabitant of the bathroom stall he found himself in.
After a rousing game of 'let's see your spleen' played with the inhabitants of the bar, said bathroom was attached to, Wade had proceeded to beat some information out of the bartender.
He didn't know why he did it, or even if the information was important. Heck for all he knew the little rat had lied to him, but the man just seemed to be the type you beat up for information… Kinda like Weasel. Of course Weasel would never lie to him like that Willard guy did, but Deadpool was a forgiving sort. He didn't care about being lied to, of course if Wimbley lied to him who else might he lie to? Did he lie on his taxes, or the census report?
Heck, Wade would bet good money Wilbur was the type to lie on those crappy TV guide personality tests just to get the best score. Not that it was important, but if he lied on a test for the best score, that was cheating, and as wise man once said, "cheaters never perspire"… not that it was true, Wendy had been sweating bullets last night as Deadpool asked him questions, and as they had proven that he was a cheater and the like, his sweating was most likely faked as well. That meant he wasn't really scared of Deadpool at all, and if you can't trust lying little rats to be scared when you threaten their appendages, who could you trust? Of course if he lied and wasn't afraid, then he must have been hiding something, and if he was hiding something and was already a proven liar, he would try to move what he was hiding, but if it was important enough to hide then he would probably go with it, and if he went with it then he was running, and only guilty people ran, so what was important enough to Waldo for him to run? If it was worse than the threat of being mangled, it was probably bad, like rape or murder or maybe talking during the emotional points in movies.
Getting up from pretending to sleep, Deadpool grabbed one of his swords as he ran out the door to catch Wally before he escaped, a few moment of screaming later and the legendary mercenary reentered his room for his clothes.
And maybe a Doorknob.
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Willow stared in shock before turning back to her current roommate, "Faith, did you just see a guy in a mask and Spiderman underwear run out with a sword then scream and run back in?" she asked as the Boston born Slayer banged her head against the wall to try and get the image out of her head.
Faith realized it was going to be one of those days.
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Riley Finn watched as the young woman he had saved the night before paced. It had turned out that she was the Slayer, a mystically enhanced super soldier against the forces of darkness or some such thing. She was super fast, super strong, extremely flexible and capable of adapting to more forms of violence then he even knew existed.
And she really didn't like being cooped up.
Flinching as she lashed out at the sealed door again, Riley simply slid back into the corner and prayed that command got a response team here fast.