(A/N: So…yeah…this chapter took longer than I expected. Lol I feel the need to remind you that this story was initially going to be a very simple, one chapter story. Anyway, this was pretty fun/complicated to do, simply because of how conversation heavy it is and the amount of information I'm trying to cram into it and keep the conversation as fluid as possible. Not sure how well I succeeded but eh, I got most of what I wanted to do into it. Though due to me not being able to get all the info into this chapter so far the chapter count of this story's up to 5.)

Dave flashed Hit Girl a smirk. "Actually, they're all natural believe it or not." As much as he tried to keep it to a smirk, his smile just kept getting bigger and bigger on its own accord.

Hit Girl found that she was just as ecstatic, though she was able to hide it a little better, especially when a thought crossed her mind. As Dave tried to sit up, Mindy's foot immediately connected to his chest driving him back down. When he looked up, she was all business again. "Why were you following me?!" She demanded.

Dave appeared surprised by the sudden attack but chuckled a little to himself when he realized she wasn't talking about him following her today, it was all the other times. "Yeah…about that…I…wasn't sure if you were actually …you or not."

Hit Girl looked at Dave with more than a hint of skepticism. "Who the Hell else would I be?"

Dave tried to get up again, making sure Mindy was going to let him before making a serious attempt. "You don't see me in a bright ass, green wetsuit, now do you?"

Hit Girl crossed her arms and muttered, "You wouldn't fit in it anymore, anyway."

Dave rolled his eyes. "It doesn't exist anymore, anyway. I burned that damn thing after H-Day."

"Oh?" Hit Girl asked, skeptically. "I'm pretty sure there've been a couple of Kick Ass sightings since then."

"Not me." Dave sighed. "If other people want to go out in that deathtrap of a costume, nothing I can do about it. That's one of the reasons I didn't think that you were you. I was sure Hit Girl would be the last costume I would see you wearing."

This seemed to trigger an unexpected reaction in Hit Girl, as she stepped forward with a glare similar to the one Dave saw when he patted her on the head. "I am Hit Girl." She growled. "Hit Girl is who I've always been, and it's who I'm going to stay, identity be damned."

Dave quickly put both of his hands up. "Fair enough, fair enough." As Dave looked over her, he couldn't argue that, short of her height, Hit Girl was more or less the same. Purple tights, which were definitely armored underneath if you looked closely, check. White gloves, check. Black boots, check. Purple wig, check. Black and red cape held together with a padlock, check. The only thing that looked noticeably different was her mask. Instead of the tie around mask she wore when she was younger, Hit Girl was currently sporting a mask that covered the whole of the top half of her head. And Dave would bet his vow never to wear his old green costume again, that her mask was bulletproof.

Considering how…defensive Mindy seemed to be about the topic of her identity, he thought it would be wise to change it. "As you can see, I…went through a lot of effort to reinvent myself. I just…didn't want to blow that on some fangirl who reminded me of you and…you weren't exactly fighting like yourself. Just when I was pretty sure it was you, you'd start fighting like…like…someone who was…mimicking you… It was kind of confusing." As Dave spoke, he picked up his helmet and started fastening it back on.

Hit Girl's face betrayed her annoyance that the reason the whole situation was stretched on so long was because of her own tactics. "I thought you were trying to scout what I could do or something…" She admitted, shrugging. "Anyway, you seem kind of…against your old costume. Does that mean that this-" Mindy motioned to Dave's new look. "-isn't just Kick Ass 2.0 or something?"

Due to the voice changer, the noise Dave made was a little tricky to make out, before he replied, "Hell…no… For all intents and purposes, Kick Ass is dead." Dave released a sigh. "At least in the sense of me wearing the costume…"

Hit Girl narrowed her eyes. There was something about knowing that Dave was under there that made her really not like that costume, and especially not the altered voice. Something about that voice saying 'Kick Ass is dead' just rubbed her the wrong way. "So who are you then?"

"Nobody."

One of Hit Girl's eyebrow's raised. "Your name is Nobody?"

Dave shook his head. "No, I don't have a name. Recognition's what fucked Kick Ass. I'm not making that mistake again."

Hit Girl's teeth gritted together. She really…really did not like that voice. It was so easy to forget that it was Dave, especially when he talked about Kick Ass like that. However, when she really thought about it, Dave's new costume was geared for one thing above all else. From the fact that no skin whatsoever could be seen, to the fact not only could you not make out his face, you couldn't even make out the shape of his head. Maybe a good name for him would be Anonymity, it was obviously what he was going for, though the fact that she'd mentally already named him the Creep, made his lack of a name slightly funny. "So…what does everyone else call you?"

Dave shrugged again. "I try not to let anyone see me…but…there are a few. The Ghost, the Vigilante, the Sandman, the 'Avenging Shadow'…" Dave made air quotes for that last name and chuckled a little. "And my personal favorite, What-the-fuck-was-that."

While Hit Girl did laugh, mentally she'd reached the conclusion that if she didn't get him to take off that damn helmet so she didn't have to hear that fucking fake voice she was going to smash it herself. But she had to remind herself that though the 11 year old in her was ecstatic to have her friend back, the adult knew that a person can change in 1 year and it had been 8. She simply couldn't afford to trust him like she wanted to. "Dave…I have to ask…did Marcus send you?"

Marcus had been looking for Mindy since she escaped. He was doing it almost relentlessly, using any and all resources he'd made when he was still a cop. Unfortunately for him, Mindy's father drilled repeatedly into her how to stay off the radar. Mindy felt that she'd already cost Marcus his job, which he lost as soon as the police found out that he knew Mindy was Hit Girl and was in fact, housing a pint sized murderer, and had cost him his wife, for basically the same reason. From what Mindy had heard, her mother never forgave him for not telling her about Mindy's…extracurricular activities, and even moreso for not stopping her. Mindy had just thought it best to…let him move on and live his life without her. He'd be fine as soon as he accepted that she was gone and moved on. Hell, if he put as much effort in fixing things with her mom as he did trying to find her, they'd probably be back together. However, if Marcus had actually gone far enough to use Dave to find her, she might actually have to do something about that.

"I haven't seen Marcus since he set me up with my new identity." Dave answered.

This immediately got a reaction, as Hit Girl quickly turned to him. "Marcus set you up with your new identity?"

"In a sense." Dave answered. "He pointed me to people who could get me the papers. He made a point of not wanting to know which one I chose. I think the only reason he helped me that much was because of you. I got a feeling he blamed me for…well…everything…"

Mindy's eyes narrowed once more for a completely different reason. Even with the altered voice, she could tell that Marcus was obviously not the only one who blamed him. "Okay, then. Try to keep up." And with no more warning than that, Hit Girl dashed off the rooftop and began moving towards a location only she knew of. Once again, she felt herself drifting off into the past. And she knew every time she did, because she kept slowing down for Dave to catch up, even though the current 'Dave' didn't need it. Mentally, she knew she shouldn't be taking him to her main headquarters, but there was a part of her that just wanted to show it off. And if she were being completely honest, there was a part of her that was just lonely.

Once they made it past the closed subway station things started to get more entertaining. While Hit Girl was definitely taller than she had been the last time Dave had seen her, she was still pretty short, and as such could get into areas that the, much bigger, Dave had much harder time getting through. Each time it happened, she never helped, but just waited with a smug look as he squeezed his way through the openings.

"Oh, fuck you…" Dave muttered after he had a particularly hard time getting through a spot. Just the effort alone, it took to get wherever they were going was impressive.

"We're almost there." Hit Girl replied, with a laugh. Once they got around the next corner, they reached a large door with a key pad next to it. Hit Girl turned back and gave Dave a look. With a chuckle, he threw his hands up in defeat and turned around so that she could put it in the code for the door. He only turned around once he heard the sound of it opening.

"What the fuuuuck?" Dave said, being brought back to the first time he saw Mindy and her father's 'headquarters', which was basically a glorified armory. The main different is, this place was much bigger.

Hit Girl was grinning ear to ear at Dave's reaction, which was exactly what she was going for. "I know, right? It's a bomb shelter. Stupidly rich people and paranoia don't go very well together." Mindy shrugged. "Works awesomely for me, though. This place is fucking badass."

"Hm…" Dave started as he unclipped his helmet, oblivious to Hit Girl's immense sigh of relief. "…um…for you to use a place like this…for your base…anyone who knew about it would have to be dead. Do I…even want to know how you found it?"

Hit Girl flashed Dave her 'I just chopped a guy's head in 3 pieces before it hit the ground, isn't that awesome?' smirk that pretty much answered that question, but she chose to do it verbally as well. "…nah, probably not. I can tell you anyway though." There. Right there. If there was any doubt that the broad shouldered, tanned, brown eyed(which she could now see were colored contacts), black haired guy was Dave it was right there in his expression. It was the look he'd give her when she did something a little too dark and he was too much of a pussy to admit it creeped him out.

"You have any other clothes on you?" Hit Girl asked, putting away the weapons she had on the multiple racks along the wall.

"Uh, no actually…If I would have known we were going this far out, I probably would have stopped by my hotel. I'm good, though." Dave answered, sitting on the couch as Hit Girl motioned towards it.

"Cool." Hit Girl replied, walking into another room, her arm coming out to hang her wig on the wall, before vanishing again. "So, who are you?"

Dave raised an eyebrow. "Who am I?" He could hear Mindy undressing in the other room and despite his best efforts, he couldn't help but to imagine her changing her clothes as a cartoon silhouette. He kept trying to shake his head to get that particular fantasy out of there.

"As in your name, dumbass."

"Ah," Dave chuckled. "I'm Dave."

"…I know that, bitch. What's your new name? Stop being such a dickhead."

Even though Mindy couldn't see it, Dave was grinning like an idiot. "It's Dave."

"…are you fucking with me? You did not go through all of that trouble to 'reinvent' yourself just to call yourself the same fucking name. You can't be that dumb."

Dave tried to hold in his laughter. "I never said I had the same name. I'm David Parker. I figured…I'm losing enough of myself, the very least I can do is keep my fucking first name. I chose Parker because-"

"I know why you chose Parker, numnuts." Mindy said, giggling a little. "Surprised you didn't go with David Wayne or something. Or David Kent, or David Banner…"

"I did consider those…" Dave pondered. "But they sounded made up, though I ended up flipping a coin between Banner and Parker."

"Heh, I went with Jessica, myself." Mindy admitted, before pinching the bridge of her nose, in frustration, though Dave couldn't see that part, of course. Inwardly, she was hitting herself in the head for just giving away her new identity so casually. That was supposed to be a test to see if Dave trusted her, not proof that she trusted him. She needed to stop slipping into her old self.

"Ha, Jessica… I can see that…yeah." It then hit Dave that he'd been in this situation before. Sitting down while Mindy changed in another room, and she was always out in less than a minute. It was starting to make him kind of antsy, especially since he couldn't hear her getting dressed anymore. "What's taking you so long?"

"Shut the fuck up, you need to get the full effect. So what does David Banner do?"

Dave smirked, knowing the most likely reaction to the answer of that question. "I'm a personal trainer."

There was a pause before Mindy's laughter echoed through the room. "A personal trainer? Dude, seriously?"

"I know, I know. But it pays really fucking well, and I'm in the gym all the time anyway, so it kind of worked out, you know?" Dave shrugged.

"Okay, I'm not going to lie to you. That 'body by Ah-nold' look you have going on is a bit weird. It's just…not you…"

"Heh, that's the whole point." Dave replied, chuckling. "As soon as I got my new identity, I kinda…dropped off the grid entirely for a good year. During that time, I literally made a list of everything that made me Dave and everything that made me Kick Ass, and did everything in my power to be the complete opposite. I was a scrawny motherfucker so I needed to get either muscular or fat. I went with muscular."

"So you're the Anti-Dave then? Guess that means you're getting laid all the time, huh?"

"…fuck you, Mindy…"

"Actually…" Mindy finally stepped out of the room. "…I think you mean, 'fuck you, Jessica'."

Dave's eyes practically bulged out of his skull, and he found himself infinitely glad that he hadn't been drinking or something because he would have totally done a spit take. 'Jessica' was wearing knee high heeled leather boots, a very short skirt, and a halter top that showed off her midsection and…her…surprisingly large-

"There's…no way those are real…" Dave confusedly muttered. Oh! Right, she also had…um…short, brown hair that hung in a way that covered her face a bit.

Mindy glared down at Dave, putting her hand on her hip. "Are you saying…that you think I got a boob job?"

Dave shook his head, still trying to wrap his head around things. "No, I-…those can't be real though, that's just…biologically impossible. You've been hardcore training since you were like…4, it'd be like…like…a…big tittied…gymnast or a ballet dancer or something, you just…don't…"

"So you're saying that you think I got fucking fake tits." Mindy repeated, dryly.

Dave had a look on his face like his brain had just broken. "…you…must have…"

Mindy sucked her teeth and stomped up to Dave, who instinctively backed up. "Okay, bitch. You think they're fake, prove it. Touch 'em."

Once more Dave's eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head as Mindy stuck out her chest at him. "Okay, okay, you win! They're real!"

"Touch 'em you fucking pussy! You think they're fucking fake then prove it! Fucking grab them and tell me they're fake!" Despite Mindy's angry words, she couldn't help but love the fact that she was still able to bully Dave when the size difference between them was even bigger than it was before. "Do it!"

"Fine!" Dave grabbed, without really thinking, just to placate Mindy and then slightly blanked when he realized what he was doing, and then the realization hit him. "…you bitch! These things are faker than a pop star's hair color."

Mindy damn near cackled like a witch at Dave's reaction. "Yeah, I know. They're pretty high quality though, aren't they? Damn well better be, I paid enough for them. They're expensive enough when they're legal."

Dave had to remind himself to 'unhand' her as he was reminded of the absurdity of the situation. "Mindy…why the fuck did you get those?"

One side of Mindy's lips curled up into a sneer. "Why the fuck did you put on all those pounds of muscle? As you said, I wasn't exactly gifted naturally and short of getting work done on my face, it's a great diversionary tactic. Hell, I was following your eyes. Since I've walked out, you've yet to really look me in the face."

Dave rolled his eyes. "Yes, I have." His eyes were immediately covered by Mindy's hand.

"Oh yeah? What color is my lipstick?"

"…red?" Dave guessed as Mindy moved her hands. "…I meant…light pink…hey, since when do you wear makeup?" It wasn't just lipstick, Mindy was wearing, it was eye shadow, eye liner, lip liner, and Dave was pretty sure she was wearing some shade of blush. The eye makeup especially seemed to create the illusion that her eyes were more almond shaped than they actually were. At least he could see what had been taking her so long to get ready.

"And my point is proven." Mindy said, triumphantly flopping on the couch and crossing her legs. "When I go out, people look at the cleavage and the outfit and either don't look at my face at all, barely look me in the face, or look down on me because they think I'm a slut…or have low self esteem or whatever. Point is, no one ever goes, 'Don't I know you from somewhere? Oh yeah, you're that psycho superhero chick who broke out of the nuthouse.' You see this walking down the street," Mindy pointed down to herself. "The last thing you think is 'Hit Girl'. All I have to deal with are horny jerks, and I think we both know I can deal with them just fine."

Dave merely smiled warmly at his former partner. "You're preaching to the choir, there. You said it, yourself. I'm the last person to talk about someone changing themselves, especially with our situation, identity-wise. Judgment free zone, here."

Mindy smirked. "Sure you're not just worried I'm going to kick your ass?"

"Hm…" Dave shrugged. "Tom-ay-to, Tom-ah-to…" He found himself getting oddly contemplative. "Wait…wait wait wait. How did I not see those when you were in costume?"

Mindy threw back her head in laughter at the question and quickly got up and ran into the room she got changed in, bringing back her costume. "Did you notice how armored the chest is?"

"Well yeah, but-" Dave stopped as he picked up the costume, himself and looked over how it was shaped. "It…hides them?"

"Yup!" Mindy replied, grinning. "One of the reasons I couldn't go too big, there's a point where no amount of armor can make me still look flat, no matter how it's shaped. Not to mention there's a thin line between distracting and just plain impractical. So…what do you think Jessica does?"

"Oh…um…Let's see…I think…" Dave answered. "…that Jessica's…a…stripper."

This time it was Mindy's eyes that bugged out. "You think I'm a-…fuck you, Dave!"

Dave was barely able to maintain his composure and keep from laughing at Mindy's reaction. "Hey, I was simply going on your current look and the last place I'd expect to find you."

"I'm not a fucking stripper! I'm an exotic dancer." Mindy was able to keep from laughing at Dave's reaction for approximately 2/3 of a second. "Oh God, that was priceless." She giggled. "Guess again, fuck face."

Dave looked at Mindy intently, trying to make out what her cocky expression was trying to tell him. His smile gave off a bemused feeling about it as he finally answered, "I think what Jessica does…is…be Hit Girl."

Mindy was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. "You bet your ass, she's Hit Girl." She wasn't going to lie, she hadn't thought he'd guess that right. He still knew her better than she thought. And there was something about that, that just made Mindy happier.

Mindy's smile turned out to be somewhat contagious. "So you've pretty much turned being Hit Girl into a job?" Dave asked, casually.

"Well, if I had the choice I'd probably be one of those heroes whose a cop for their day job and a superhero afterwards but that's not really in the cards for me now, is it?"

Dave pictured Mindy as a cop in his head and the image caused him to laugh a little. "I don't know about that, I think you could totally be a cop."

"I can't be a cop, you Jackass, I'm a fucking fugitive. The moment they so much as print me, I'm going to be right back in with the crazies."

The change in Dave's expression wasn't subtle in the slightest. "Mindy? How…did you get out, exactly?"

Mindy paused, before letting out a sigh. It wasn't exactly the biggest surprise that this subject came up and she figured she'd have to tell it to someone eventually. However it was still a bit of a sore spot. While Mindy loved Marcus for getting her such a good lawyer, it always pissed her off that her father was cast as the bad guy and Mindy the innocent victim, who was brainwashed. It wasn't like Mindy wasn't going to get an insanity plea, she'd accepted that. It was just that she hated the idea that her father was being portrayed as a psycho kidnapper who read one too many comics. There was no reason to drop all of that frustration on Dave though. "It wasn't as hard as you'd think. The main thing was that I was completely compliant with anything they wanted. I never fought the guards or anything and I went to all the therapy sessions, and opened up and all that shit. Not to say they didn't still put me in a strait jacket."

"They did?" Dave asked. "Even though you were going along with everything?"

"They thought it was all bullshit." Mindy shrugged. "That I was lying to the therapist and as soon as I had a legitimate way to escape, I'd kick all their asses and be gone."

"So, what happened?"

"As soon as I had a legitimate way to escape, I kicked all their asses and was gone." Mindy answered, smiling gleefully. "They were moving me to another facility and I took advantage. And after that, thanks to H-Day, the police are after me, but they're not really after me, you know?" H-Day, of course, referring to the big brawl in Times Square that the police saw as one big, costumed gang fight. As bad as things turned out, what got interesting was the public perception of the whole thing afterwards. To them it was obvious that the heroes did most of the work and the police just cleaned up the mess. Hit Girl's arrest especially, hit people at home. There was just something about a cop standing in the middle of the road and forcing an 11 year old girl to crash in an attempt not to hit him and willingly letting herself get arrested that made it hard to see her for the assassin that the police tried to portray her as.

Put these things together and from the police's perspective, it was a PR nightmare, not to mention one Hell of a slippery slope. The last thing they wanted was people calling costumed vigilantes instead of 911. So despite the fact that there was a law against costumed vigilantes, the police weren't enforcing it as much as they probably should have. After Mindy's escape, things were a bit…tricky. They were trying so hard not to arrest any 'heroes' and until it could be proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that Hit Girl killed someone, it was very much an 'on thin ice' situation, which Mindy was currently milking for all it was worth.

"…I'm so sorry…" Dave muttered.

"Geeze Dave, stop being such a fucking drama queen. I'm obviously fine."

"…you know what I mean, Mindy. If I hadn't lost it and knocked Chris off that fucking roof-"

"Stop." Mindy moved like a blur and covered Dave's mouth with her hand. Once more, it was easy to see her 'Dave' under the façade that he'd made for himself in all the guilt that she could see on his face. "I made the decision to take that 'bullet'. One more attempted murder to my wrap sheet isn't exactly a big deal. I did it then, and I'd do it again. I was trained to be Hit Girl. I love it, don't get me wrong, but it's just…who I am. You chose to be Kick Ass because-"

"Because I was bored, Mindy." Dave interrupted with a sigh. "I was fucking bored and I had nothing better to do so I put on a wetsuit, duct taped a pipe and tried to fight crime. Even after I got stabbed and hit with a motherfucking car, which put me in traction, I still didn't stop. I put that shit right back on and got tortured by the fucking mob and got your dad killed because I was too fucking naïve not to see Chris for the backstabbing bastard he was. Even then…even fucking then…I didn't stop! I just kept being a fucking dumbass and pulled you back into the shit even though you were trying to be normal."

"Dave…" Mindy started, unable to remain unaffected by the onslaught of emotion that was practically radiating off of him.

"And because of my fucking influence a bunch of other people thought it was a good idea to put on costumes as well and don't even get me started on all the shit it made Chris do to get back at me… And you know what's fucked up? Even after H-Day…after everyone I cared about was either hurt, dead, fucking gang raped, or arrested, you'd think that would be enough. But no, even when I went to fucking college, I took elective classes that I paid way more attention to than the teachers realized because I knew…I…knew...that I was going to go back into a fucking costume eventually because I'm a fucking idiot! That's what I am! Everyone keeps seeing me as someone to look up and because of me, you lost not only your dad, but 5 years of your life in a fucking-"

"Shush…" Mindy silenced him again, closing her eyes as she pressed her forehead against his. "If I'm not angry about it then you can't be either." She then playfully punched him in the arm. "Those are the rules. We all have fucking issues, but the fact is, I really, really missed you and I don't want to fuck this up by getting all our shit on the table right now. Let's just say you're my bitch for life, and leave it at that for right now."

Dave hadn't even cracked a smile. "…you know I would have visited you if I could, but-"

"Bitch, I will fucking stab you. I mean it." Mindy threatened. Though there was something about Mindy's threat, along with her current…state of dress that made it a bit funnier than she intended, and what started off as a snicker from Dave ended up with the two of them practically bent over in laughter. It turned out to be surprisingly therapeutic. "You know…its kind of funny. We changed ourselves so much, we could have passed each other on the street and not realized who we were."

"Heh…" Dave began to regain his composure. "That's highly doubtful. I don't live in New York anymore."

As much as Mindy was trying to keep the conversation light, she had to admit that statement took the smile right off her face. "What? You don't? …where do you live, then?"

"California…" Dave answered, and almost immediately felt the need to explain himself further. "You have to understand, it felt like…like I'd lost everything. I just needed to get away. As far away as humanly fucking possible. I think I would have gone out of the country if I could have afforded it."

Something of a somber smile began to form on Mindy's face. "Judgment free zone here too, Dave. You don't have to explain yourself to me. I…totally understand. I probably would have done the same thing after I escaped but…I don't know…Hit Girl was all I really had left. I tried to be normal and actually use 'Jessica' for more than just getting groceries and everyday shit I just can't do in costume, but when it came down to it…it just wasn't me. No matter how much I wanted a normal life and all that, it just felt too…forced. Being Hit Girl's just…it's me. You did what you thought you needed to…so did I." Mindy mentally growled at herself for letting the conversation get all dark and angsty again. "So…what are these superhero classes you apparently took, huh? Like Criminal Psychology or some shit like that?"

Dave rolled his eyes at the term 'superhero classes'. "Oh, just little things that helped. Chemistry. Zoology. Mechanics. Anatomy…"

Mindy's eyes narrowed. "Okay, I get Anatomy, but how-?"

Before Mindy could finish her sentence, Dave lifted his arm and with a sharp motion with his hand, three small projectiles fired off into the far wall, clattering off as they rebounded.

"What the fuck?!" Mindy reared back in surprise.

"They're not exactly the best of darts but they can get through skin, and work from far away so they fit what I need them for, long as they're not covered in body armor or something." Dave pulled off his gloves to show the somewhat crude looking device around his hand that had multiple slots with the little darts inside of them. "They were a bitch to make, took me practically a year to get it right."

"What…are they?" Mindy asked, inspecting the wrist shooter more closely.

Dave began popping some of the pouches on his belts, showing different colored darts. "Tranqs. Paralysis. Fast acting poison. Slow acting poison."

"Why the fuck would you need slow acting poison?"

Dave smiled as he pointed to the red and white darts. "Antidote to slow acting poison."

You could almost see the light bulb go off in Mindy's head. "Oh…Oooooh! You conniving dick! I love it!"

"That's where the Chemistry and the Zoology come in. You'd be amazed the amount of toxins and shit there are in a public zoo if you know where to look, after hours."

Mindy suddenly laughed out loud. "All of this is just so you don't get beat up so much anymore, isn't it?"

"You were fucking trained to fight. I was the one getting my ass kicked all the time, just because I could take a beating. That shit got old real quick. At least this way I barely have to fight at all. I just…snipe people from rooftops usually. Though, as you saw I can hold my own in case I need to."

"Yeah, I hate to admit that-…" Another light bulb went off in Mindy's head, though this one wasn't as happy a light bulb as the previous. "You son of a bitch!" She roared, turning quickly to Dave. "You weren't surrendering when you feel down earlier…you were fucking aiming!"

Dave grinned in reply. "Well…if you ever found out it was me, you'd have felt horrible." Of course, if you looked at it technically speaking, this wasn't really an admission. There was a good reason for that. Mindy was giving Dave a little more credit than he deserved. She was implying that when he fell over, it was actually to get a better shot. The truth is that he fell over because Mindy's fucking terrifying when she gets that death glare in her eyes. Sure, he probably would have fired on her before she sliced him in two but that would have been instinct. However, Mindy…didn't need to know that.

(A/N: So yeah, there were a lot of things in this story that were a bit up in the air, because of the line of plausibility. The biggest one was probably Mindy having implants. It's just…so out of character, but it makes sense in my head. Also, when I told my wife I was considering it, she had the most confused look on her face which pretty much cinched it for me, as well as Dave's damn near mental breakdown as he tried to comprehend her logic of it.

Basically, just as Dave said that he made a list of all his traits and tried to oppose them, I did the same with both characters for their new 'aliases'. For anyone who does have a big problem with it, you probably don't want to know the ideas that I turned down lol. The whole Mindy being a stripper joke was just one of them. Toyed with her being a bartender as well, though she's not 21 yet so that wouldn't work, and I just think that both of those kind of cross the plausibility line. I thought Dave's wrist darts might be pushing it as well, but eh, this is technically set a couple years in the future from now so I think its plausible. Feel free to let me know your opinions one way or another.)