Something I wrote on a whim on Spacebattles, expect Godfather and Goodfella's more than Scar Face, ENJOY!

Sarah was honest to god terrified beyond words. When she had been grabbed by the goons dressed like Boardwalk Enforcers who were very much not said enforcers, all while being jeered at by practically everyone, she thought she was truly, properly, fucked.

Then fate kicked in, a car back fired while switching gears, and one of her assailants loosened his grip briefly.

[Startled, reaching for his pistol]

Fucking thanks power, that helps a whole helluva lot.

Although it did, oddly enough.

[Off Balance. hit in lower abdomen with left elbow to break free.]

Ok...so her power was suddenly being...useful for once. So Sarah struck her elbow back earning a huff of air from the thug holding her as he released his grip on her, and then promptly ran while screaming, "RAPE! HELP HELP THEY'RE TRYING TO RAPE ME!"

Fucking hell was it over the top, but the bystanders responded to those words in a strong way. A pair of burly men, obviously dock workers with their tats and thick arms stepping forward and confronted the men, and to Sarah's horror, her assailants pulled guns on her would be saviors.

There were two loud cracks that deafened Sarah as she covered her ears, taking a knee she froze in terror, then glanced up at a girl dressed in a hoody and cargo pants, looking incredibly unamused.

In her hand was a smoking revolver.

[Smith and Wesson K-Frame. Model 15-3. Well Worn And Taken Care Of. Her Mother's Pistol. Used To Execute Iron Rain.]

What. The. Fuck.

"So...you must not be from around here," her savior said, her drawling voice sounding both sophisticated and urbane, like a intellectual that spent too much time around the docks.

Both men held their stinging hands, staring down at the pistols the teenage girl had shot out of their grip, then turned their gazes back to her savior who just cocked the hammer of her revolver, switching her aim between the two of them looking completely nonplussed.

The girl then drawled out, "We got rules around here, you know?"

One of the toughs snarled out, "FUCK YOU BI-"

She shot him twice in the chest. No one on the walk reacted as he fell over the rail into the sea, no one moved as she cracked the cylinder on her revolver, popped out the empty casings and unspent rounds jamming them into her pocket, then slammed a speed loader into place and quickly snapped the cylinder closed with a roll as she cocked the hammer and aimed at the very startled survivor.

[Do NOT fuck with her.]

Seriously power? No. Shit.

Sarah's thought process was quickly diverted as the wavy haired woman spoke up, "As I was saying, we have rules, you aren't an enforcer, even though you are dressed as one. Trust me...I can...tell these things. So be honest now, who do you work for?"

He glanced over the railing at his bleeding out companion bobbing in the water, then shrugged, "Coil. I'm just a merc, he hired us to grab the girl and force her to work for him, or else."

Sarah cringed, stepping behind the terrifying girl with a gun, and soon said girl lifted a brow without acknowledging her cowering.

"Or else what?"

He shrugged again, "No idea, guys a creep, dresses in spandex and plays himself up to be some sorta Bond villain. Acts like he can see the future, honestly shocked this has gone as far as it has, normally he calls and cancels operations that go sour."

The woman smirked, then said, "Have an address for his base?"

[This Is Going To Be Amusing]

Seriously power, what the fuck is up with you today?

"Yup, you want it?"

Her savior snorted, then shook her head, "Text it to the cops in detail, then get the fuck out of my city, this is Dockmaster's town, and you've lost your privilege's. You have 24 hours, now fuck off."

The man stared at her a few moments, glanced back over the rail at his dead compatriot, then nodded, "Thank you for your leniency ma'am."

She glared at him a moment as she uncocked her revolver and quickly shoved it into her holster while drawling out, "It's a one time deal. You showed intelligence today and I rewarded it, don't make me make you regret it."

The woman turned to face Sarah, shot her an appraising stare, then smiled as she offered her hand, "My apologies, this was a rough introduction to how things work around here. I'm Taylor Hebert, pleasure to meet you."

[She thinks you are attractive.]

Sarah sighed at her power, then took the woman's hand, and shook it lightly, "I'm Sarah Livsey, and I'm a Thinker, if you're wondering about all...that..."

"I know, it's why I'm here after all. Now would you like to meet my mother and discuss your future job opportunities?"

Sarah let out a deep internal sigh, she should never have come to this stupid city.

Nodding she followed the woman, girl, whatever, Taylor, and allowed her to open the door to the car waiting for them, the girl then spun the revolver on her finger and handed it grip first to Sarah while grinning widely.

"Mom doesn't want sycophants and slaves, she wants people who are capable of thinking for themselves and are willing to do what needs to be done. This isn't a forced recruitment like that Coil asshole, this is a job interview. So here, so you have something to defend yourself with, take this."

Sarah shakily took the revolver from Taylor, cracked the cylinder open and noted the unspent rounds were still live. Slapping it shut, she took in a deep breath, then handed it back to Taylor, "If I'm going to be one of your mother's employees, then we are going to have to trust each other."

Taylor grinned at that.

[Has gained respect for your bravery and it will only help you in the future.]

Huh, thanks power, for being weird as shit today, that is probably the most useful thing it had done for her.

"Cool, lets go see mom, she's been looking for someone like you for a long while and I think our powers will synchronize quite well."

Well...this was going to be...interesting...

Annette Hebert neè Borromeo was not a woman most would wish to cross, especially while willingly leaving a wake of offal consisting of idiotically grasping greed and arrogant stupidity in following them.

She had been the Donna of the Borromeo Family for over two decades and counting for a fucking reason after all, so when this Coil asshole literally showed up out of nowhere, hacked into her organizations networks, started sifting data off her servers like he had a right to it, and began interfering with her plans she had been irritated. First off, she had to hire new white and black hats to make sure this shit never happened again, and then she had to deal with the pretentious asshole who started this clusterfuck off while he happily kicked over anthills her family had been building for over a century. From what her lovely daughter told her via text the idiot considered himself a Bond villain, and thus fully intended to kidnap and forcefully recruit her new potential hire to use her for his own means.

Fool.

"Ma'am, your daughter and her guest have arrived."

Sighing Annette nodded to her unseeing receptionist as she she clicked her phone's speaker button, "Send them in, Laura."

When her daughter and their new asset entered the room, Annette knew things were about to get complicated. Nominally because her little girl was practically undressing the nervous blonde at her side with her eyes and she had ideas rolling behind that dark green gaze

Fucking hell, like mother like daughter, still she had a business proposition to make, she'd deal with Taylor's libido making decisions for her later.

"Miss Livsey, please take a seat."

The nervous blonde girl did as told as Taylor leaned against the wall while bracing her left foot against it. Her daughter then drew out her revolver and placed it on the study table beside her while shifting her head to meet Annette's gaze evenly, as she was raised to do. If you are going to say something that is going to upset someone, do it with no hesitation, no need to be rude after all. God was she so proud of the woman her little girl was growing into.

"Shot a punk cold getting your girl, he had it coming, mom."

Ah sweet, pragmatic, straight to the point, unerringly ruthless Taylor...

Looking at the nervous blonde a few moments Annette turned to Taylor while raising a brow, "How so dear?"

Taylor scowled, then glanced away as she growled out, "95.43% chance he was a repeat pedophile rapist... It was a public service and also proved a point to one of our rivals. I'd do it again for free without a blink, mom."

That...sounded like the kind of man Coil would hire, sadly enough. Not that the fool approved, but it was the kind of blackmail you could easily use against an uncreative man who had a useful and easily utilized propensity for violence.

"I see... Well then! Miss Livsey it is a pleasure to meet you. I am Annette Hebert, Mistress of the Docks and as you have likely surmised my organization more or less controls this city; as such my daughter here thinks you'd be a good fit for the family. So, how much do you like outsmarting everyone around you, copious amounts of hilariously misbegotten money, and near unilateral freedom from federal persecution to a reasonable extent?"

Then Taylor chirped out, "Also a date at Élégance et décor."

Annette scoffed, glanced to her daughter who met her bemused gaze, then shot miss Livsey a wink, "What? I offed a man for her, at the very least she owes me a drink."

Taking control of the meeting back Annette met Miss Livsey's eyes evenly while stating, "We also have a full medical package including optical and dental. All we ask from you is to completely and utterly cheat everyone we do business with in such a manner that they think it was their idea."

Miss Livsey stared at her for a time, then eventually muttered, "There has got to be something in the water in this city...fine, I'm in."

Taylor smirked, sauntered over to Miss Livsey, then placed a hand on her shoulder while drawling out, "Welcome to Brockton Bay, Sarah."

It took all of Annette's control to not break out laughing at the young blonde's obvious shiver and blush.