"X, you lost to eleven." Gibbons spoke. "That is a really expensive car, we
can't just throw money away like that."
"God knows what the hell Eleven is running under the hood of that Mustang, Max probably knows." Xander shrugged. "There's a tracer on that car, Eleven is going down tonight." Xander smiled and then headed out to the GTO and dropped it off at the address; he sat at a predetermined location and watched the car. Xander dozed off for a bit, and when he awoke, the GTO was gone. He called Agent Syn and asked that a form of transport be sent to him.
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"I've got your GTO." The paper read. "No more Bitching, I want my money."
"Oh, but Eleven, Rage is not through with you yet." Eleven snatched the paper from the man, scrawled something on the sheet and handed it back to him. "Taking time off, Rage can wait." He read. "Fine, your loss." He shrugged and started to punch Eleven. AN engine roared our of nowhere, and a motorbike crashed through the window, it buzzed through the warehouse, causing enough distraction for Eleven to sneak out and use the Mustang. The bike ditched off the men, and went to trail the car. The car sped through night traffic, and without warning, crashed into a truck. Xander abandoned his bike, and ran for the flaming car, pulled the body outside of the fire and removed the mask that covered the elusive Eleven's face. He called Agent Syn for back up, and waited.
"It'll be alright. It's alright Max." He spoke, trying to clear up the bleeding.
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"So, she is the infamous Eleven" Agent Syn spoke. Xander shrugged, he looked through the glass at the girl he know from so long ago, knowing deep down that she was totally able to pull it off. Both of her hands were cuffed to the bed, as if she would rise again and kill.
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Max stared around the room; sore, completely unable to move. A nurse walked in on her and started to move about, reading meters and making observations.
"Let me out." Max spoke.
"I can't do that." The nurse replied.
"Oh, but you can hold a gun?" Max tried to motion to the gun concealed on the Nurse's leg.
"Don't get any ideas." A voice boomed out of nowhere. Agent Gibbons looked down at the criminal. Xander Cage sat off near the window, staring, lost in his thoughts.
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"Yelena, don't let go. It'll be alright. It'll be alright, Yelena." He spoke. He held tight to his love Yelena. "I'm going to get those bastards."
"Xander." Yelena uttered, "There's no more time."
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"Maxine 'Eleven' Blaire." Gibbons spoke. "And to think, all this time we thought you were Eleven's girl."
"And to think, all this time, Eleven is a girl." Max spoke with pure sarcasm. "What do you want with me?" She demanded.
"Oh, Eleven, you'll soon find out. Nurse." Gibbons motioned to the nurse from before, she injected Max with an unfamiliar substance, and Max fell into a deep sleep.
"You didn't use that on me, did you?" Xander asked.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Gibbons grinned.
"God knows what the hell Eleven is running under the hood of that Mustang, Max probably knows." Xander shrugged. "There's a tracer on that car, Eleven is going down tonight." Xander smiled and then headed out to the GTO and dropped it off at the address; he sat at a predetermined location and watched the car. Xander dozed off for a bit, and when he awoke, the GTO was gone. He called Agent Syn and asked that a form of transport be sent to him.
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"I've got your GTO." The paper read. "No more Bitching, I want my money."
"Oh, but Eleven, Rage is not through with you yet." Eleven snatched the paper from the man, scrawled something on the sheet and handed it back to him. "Taking time off, Rage can wait." He read. "Fine, your loss." He shrugged and started to punch Eleven. AN engine roared our of nowhere, and a motorbike crashed through the window, it buzzed through the warehouse, causing enough distraction for Eleven to sneak out and use the Mustang. The bike ditched off the men, and went to trail the car. The car sped through night traffic, and without warning, crashed into a truck. Xander abandoned his bike, and ran for the flaming car, pulled the body outside of the fire and removed the mask that covered the elusive Eleven's face. He called Agent Syn for back up, and waited.
"It'll be alright. It's alright Max." He spoke, trying to clear up the bleeding.
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"So, she is the infamous Eleven" Agent Syn spoke. Xander shrugged, he looked through the glass at the girl he know from so long ago, knowing deep down that she was totally able to pull it off. Both of her hands were cuffed to the bed, as if she would rise again and kill.
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Max stared around the room; sore, completely unable to move. A nurse walked in on her and started to move about, reading meters and making observations.
"Let me out." Max spoke.
"I can't do that." The nurse replied.
"Oh, but you can hold a gun?" Max tried to motion to the gun concealed on the Nurse's leg.
"Don't get any ideas." A voice boomed out of nowhere. Agent Gibbons looked down at the criminal. Xander Cage sat off near the window, staring, lost in his thoughts.
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"Yelena, don't let go. It'll be alright. It'll be alright, Yelena." He spoke. He held tight to his love Yelena. "I'm going to get those bastards."
"Xander." Yelena uttered, "There's no more time."
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"Maxine 'Eleven' Blaire." Gibbons spoke. "And to think, all this time we thought you were Eleven's girl."
"And to think, all this time, Eleven is a girl." Max spoke with pure sarcasm. "What do you want with me?" She demanded.
"Oh, Eleven, you'll soon find out. Nurse." Gibbons motioned to the nurse from before, she injected Max with an unfamiliar substance, and Max fell into a deep sleep.
"You didn't use that on me, did you?" Xander asked.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Gibbons grinned.