Greetings dear readers. An infinite amount of apologies for the delay in updates for the this fic. However, I've had an insane amount of stress and issues to deal with in the last couple of months. Doing my Dark Shadows fics have been relatively easy, as they've all been one shots and fairly short ones. My Kick-Ass fics are longer and more plot intensive, thus necessitating more time and mental energy...Two things I've been lacking of late. (Especially the second one.)

FYI, the Keysi fighting method of the one demonstrated by Christian Bale in the Nolan Batman trilogy. So, if you want to visualize the way Dave fights, just imagine Christian Bale's moves in Nolan's Batman films. By the way, saw The Dark Knight Rises and I thought it was awesome. It's inspired some ideas for this fic. :-D

I do hope everyone likes this and it's worth the wait.

I'll try to be more prompt in updates. Perhaps I'll try shorter chapters I can do more them often. This one took about six solid hours to do and it was draining.

I do hope people review. As you all know, it makes me write more and faster. :-D

And awayyyyy we go.


Dave smoothly drove the Mistmobile through the darkened streets of Coney Island. Being winter, the streets of the beachfront area were relatively quiet and deserted. It occurred to him that it was the perfect sort of privacy that a criminal enterprise would seek out. He was somewhat familiar with the area. He and Mindy came here during the summer to train with open ocean swims. However, in the summer, they always took the subway coming and going.

"Ok, it looks like the signal is slowing." Angela said over the speaker phone from their headquarters. "He's stopped. Do you think he found the tracker?"

"I don't think so." Mindy replied with a sardonic grin. "We put it in the coleslaw and he didn't strike me as someone who eats a lot of vegetables."

"Then, I think you've got him. He's about a block ahead of you."

"Ok. We're stopping and we'll check it out on foot. Can you stand by?" Dave said as he pulled the car into an alley and turned off the engine.

"That's what I'm here for. Oh, and Crosshairs is here and is set to help." Angela informed them. She looked across the garage and saw Todd, in his costume, checking his gear.

"Copy that. Give us five minutes." Dave's voice sounded in her headphones. The line went silent and Angela exhaled and looked over her workstation. She recalled a time, before befriending Mindy, when her life's goals were simple. She wanted to be popular and to be a cheerleader. Now though, she lived and operated in a deadly serious world of costumed heroes, life and death decisions and vicious killers…And she loved every minute of it.

"Do they need help?" Todd asked her.

"We'll know soon enough." Angela said as she took a sip from her water bottle and looked at the status board for all the other Justice Forever members who availed themselves of her services. Of the ones on duty that night, none of them seemed to be in the middle of anything other than routine patrols. That was good, as it freed up her attention to help Dave and Mindy.

In Coney Island, Dave and Mindy crept silently through the shadows as they covered the remaining distance on foot. As they approached a corner the two crimefighters flattened themselves against a wall and peered around a corner. Ahead of them was an ice cream factory. The general grime on the building indicated it was years since it was used for its intended purposes…But there were lights burning inside of it, and a number of cars parked outside.

"It looks pretty busy for an ice cream place in December." Dave noted rhetorically.

"Well, I'm betting they're doing something to do with ice." Was Mindy's sarcastic reply as she looked the place over with her expert eyes.

"How many cars do you think there are?"

"It looks to be at least a half-dozen that I can see. There might be more around the far side of the building."

"Yeah, who knows how many are in there." Dave said as he pulled his own phone from his belt and began take pictures of the cars parked in front of the building. When he was done, he motioned to Mindy and they retraced their steps to the Mistmobile.

"Scarlet-Wiki" Dave called into his phone, mindful of their rule to never use their real names over the phone when in costume and on the job.

"I'm here."

"I'm sending you some pictures of cars. We need you to run down as many license plates as you can. Also, can you run a check on this address for us…?" Dave said as he began to text Angela the pictures he'd taken, as well as the address of the building.

Ten minutes later, Angela came back on the line.

"I've got a hit on the first plate. Leon Devin. He's a known dealer who works out of East Flatbush. The second plate is registered to Angelo Lombardo. He's –big shocker- ANOTHER drug dealer; only he works out of Bay Ridge. I haven't gotten the others back yet, but I'm detecting a pattern."

Mindy held her gloved hand to her face and dropped her jaw open, in the style of Taylor Swift winning an unexpected award, to express her non-shock at the identities of the car owners. Dave found himself fighting laughter at Mindy's impudent attitude.

"What about the building itself?" Mindy asked her friend. "It looked really busy for a place that deals in ice cream, in December."

"I was just getting to that. The building is supposedly owned by the Coney Island Ice Cream Company."

"I've never heard of that brand." Mindy said with a raised eyebrow.

"I ran a search on them and didn't get anything back."

"How long have they been in operation?"

"Not too long apparently. Oh, I have a name for the person who signed all the papers: a Walter White."

"Walter White?" Mindy repeated as the name clicked for her.

"Breaking Bad" Dave agreed.

"I don't know if that's totally fucking arrogant or cool." Mindy said as she pondered the idea of the name given being the same as a television character that cooked up methamphetamine. Whoever was running this apparently was either a big pop cultural fan, or had a weird sense of humour...or both.

"It's ballsy as all hell." Dave said.

"They've either got the cops here on the payroll, or they figure nobody watches AMC much." Mindy nodded in agreement.

"Are you still there?" Angela asked over the speaker.

"Sorry"

"Ok, I was able to do some VERY quick checking and I found out that they've had some big deliveries made to them in the last six months. Want to guess what?"

"Cooking supplies?"

"Not quite; how about industrial piping?"

"As in, the type needed for a meth lab?"

"It sounds like it. Oh, and guess what else. There've been a whole bunch of complaints from neighbours during the summer –when the area was busier- about smells in the area."

"Shit. They have to have someone on the police on their payroll then, if people were complaining about smells and it was being ignored."

"It looks that way."

"Well, I think they won't be able to ignore it after tonight." Dave spoke up from the driver's seat.

"You must have been using your Professor Xavier like psychic powers, because I was thinking the same thing." Mindy replied with a smirk.

"How many do you think are in there?" Dave asked.

"There were at least eight cars parked around there…"

"And there could be more of them on the other side of the building."

"Think we should get back-up?"

"It can't hurt."

"How long would it take you and Crosshairs to get to our location?" Mindy asked.

"We could be there in about a half-hour."

"Ok. Can you bring the thermal imaging equipment?"

"Will do" Angela replied. She turned to Todd and called out "Todd…Get the thermal imaging gear." Todd nodded in acknowledgement and grabbed the necessary gear from the shelves. "We'll be there in about a half-hour." Angela said to Mindy.

"We'll be waiting. We're about a block or two away." Mindy said as she disconnected the transmission.

"Where are we going?" Todd asked as Angela shut down her console.

"Coney Island" Angela replied as she grabbed a bag containing her costume and headed to the office to change. "It sounds like they found the meth lab."

"It must be a big one if they want back-up. You go change, I'll get the car." Todd said as he hefted the gear.

"I'll be ready in five minutes. Here's the address." Angela said as she handed Todd a slip of paper with a smile.

Todd took the address and walked out of the garage to where his car was parked, after making sure nobody was outside watching first. He stored the gear, got in and warmed up the engine. He was looking forward to the events ahead. He would be able to help on a major case in the field…and got to do something with Angela as a bonus. Since joining Dave and Mindy's crusade, he found his life had improved in all ways. He felt useful now and had a definite purpose. His talent for tinkering was being put to good use. And, of course, he got to hang out with Angela. She was just so…cool. Sure, she was a few years younger, but he didn't care. She always made him feel like he was the coolest guy in the room –and when you hung out with members of Justice Forever, it meant you were surrounded by cool people. He decided he'd waited long enough…He was going to ask her to be his date to the Justice Forever Christmas Party. The thought made him a little nervous. Todd took a deep breath and he strummed the steering wheel nervously as he waited for Angela to join him. A few minutes later, Angela emerged and got into the passenger seat. Todd's breath caught, as it usually did, when he saw her in her costume. It's golden yellow colour perfectly accentuated her red hair, and was complimented by her red mask, boots and gloves. He hoped he didn't get nervous and flub his invite.

Thirty-five minutes later, the four young crimefighters were organizing in a cold, windswept alley on Coney Island.

"We scouted out the far side of the building." Dave informed their support team. "It looks like about four or five more cars there too. That makes a dozen, or so."

"How many people are there inside?" Todd asked.

"We don't know; at least a dozen, but probably more." Mindy replied as she looked at the gear she and Dave had assembled from the Mistmobile's trunk.

"The plus side is that there's only one real way in or out. That's the main door. Mindy and I put a chain around the handles of the back door when we did our reconnaissance before. All the action will be from the front."

"What do we do?" Angela asked.

"Funny you should ask…" Mindy said with a smirk as she anticipated the coming battle.

A short while later, Todd and Angela were huddled on the tarpaper roof of the closed store that faced the meth lab. Angela looked through the view finder of the Sonel KT-384 IR camera and adjusted the controls.

"OK" she spoke into her microphone that linked her to the earpieces Dave and Mindy were wearing. "I'm getting an image from inside. Most of the production stuff is down on the first floor. There are two guys down there. It looks like they're guarding the door. There are at least twelve individuals on the second floor, all gathered around. It must be some sort of conference."

"Is there anyone on the third floor?" Dave asked.

"Negative. The third floor is clear."

"Good" Came Dave's curt reply.

Todd peered through his scope at the alley running alongside the building. He picked up Dave and Mindy, each carrying coils of rope. He sat back and waited.

In the alley, Dave and Mindy set down there gear and did a final check.

"Are you ready?" Dave asked his partner.

"Aw dude…I was fucking born ready." Mindy replied with her trademark smirk.

Dave smiled back at her and brought up the Plumett AL-54 grappling hook launcher to his shoulder. He took careful aim and fired. The grappling hook shot up from the muzzle, carrying a length of rope behind it. The hook landed neatly on the roof. Dave pulled the rope back and waited until the grappling hook took a hold and dug itself into the concrete ledge. He jumped up and grabbed it, putting all his weigh on it as a test. Mindy took a hold of him, to add her weight to it, but the line held secure.

"The line's up." Dave said into his microphone. "Is there anything going on inside?"

"Nothing. They're all still talking so far as I can see."

Dave looked at Mindy with a smile. So far, this was going perfectly.

"Crampons" He said quietly. He and Mindy then bent over and attached crampons to their boots with strap bindings. He then found the end of the rope and slid several ascender handles onto the rope.

"You set?" Mindy asked.

"After you." Dave replied, as it was their custom for Mindy to go first as she was lighter. Mindy slung her own rope over her shoulder, grabbed as ascender handle in each hand, and dug a crampon into the wall. Moving her arms mechanically as she dug her boots into the wall with the crampons, she began to methodically scale up the side of the building.

Dave hid the Plumett AL-54 behind a garbage can, where it would be retrieved by one of them later. He grabbed his own ascender handles and started his own climb up the rope.

Within a few minutes, the crimefighting duo was on the roof of the meth lab and removed the crampons, attaching them to their belts again. Mindy put her night vision goggle to her eyes and looked over across the street where Todd and Angela were watching through, respectively, a night vision scope and a Sonel KT-384 infrared camera.

"Are we still good?" She spoke into her microphone to Angela.

"You're good. Nobody's moved yet." Her red-haired friend responded.

"Awesome. We're set for Step 2." She nodded to Dave. Dave went over to a skylight and knelt down beside it. He removed a glass cutter from his utility belt and began to trace out a large circle in the skylight after placing a suction cup in the middle of the circle. In the meantime, Mindy went across the roof to the chimney and fastened the rope coil around its base.

Dave finished with his glass cutter and removed a large section of the skylight, setting it to one side. He looked at Mindy intently.

"One last time…"

"You go down and get them to come up the stairs…"

"Then you break in through the window…"

"Anyone left gets hurded downstairs and out the front door…"

"Where Todd and Angela will have them covered." Dave said with a smile. He keyed his microphone to their friends across the street. "You're good to go?"

"We're all set." Came Angela's reply after Todd had nodded his own readiness.

"Ok. Wait for the signals." Dave said as he looked at Mindy and smiled at her.

"Good luck." She said to him.

"I don't believe in luck." Dave said confidently. He believed in proper planning and preparation. With that, he felt, you didn't really need luck…most of the time.

"Yeah, yeah…But listen dude, if you get yourself hurt, I will kick your ass!" Mindy said with quiet seriousness. Dave just smiled.

"I'll see you down on the second floor."

"You'd better fucking believe it." Mindy said as they bumped fists.

Dave smiled at her one last time and dropped through the skylight onto the third floor. Sometimes, he and Mindy had made the classic Batman type entrance of crashing through the skylight. However, this particular job was one where stealth was the best way to start.

Once inside, Dave put on his night vision goggles and looked around. The third floor didn't seem to be used much. Before announcing his presence to the thugs below, he did a quick reconnaissance of the third floor. There were only about three light fixtures showing. Two of them didn't have bulbs in. That was ideal. He stood beneath the one that did have a bulb in and got ready.

"Ok" He whispered into his microphone. "And here…we…go." He said as he reached into his utility belt and pulled out a flashbang grenade and a throwing knife. He took a deep breath to prepare himself and threw the knife upward at the light fixture. The bulb shattered, ensuring no lights could be turned on up here. Next, he pulled the pin of the flashbang and lobbed it towards the stairwell, turning his back and crouching down.

There was a loud bang, followed by screams of shock as the drug dealers' meeting erupted in panic. Then there was a sound of footsteps coming up the stairs as the most organized, or determined, decided to see what was happening.

Dave adjusted his night goggles and waited in the darkness as five armed drug dealers charged up past him in the dark. As the last one passed in the dark, Dave stepped out. With one hand, he grabbed the thug's Sig-Sauer P226. With his other, he executed a perfect ridge hand strike into the scum's windpipe. Gagging and gasping the man stumbled forward as Dave finished him with a knee into his solar plexus.

Realizing someone was behind them, two of the dealers rushed forward, only for Dave to fall upon them with his mastery of the Keysi and Jeet Kune-Do fighting systems. He elbowed one dealer in the face, instantly smashing his nose. The dealer screamed in pain as his eyes were blinded by tears. Dave grabbed the gun arm of the other dealer, driving his elbow into the gunman's ribs, breaking them as he pulled the arm against him, breaking the elbow. The drug dealer screamed and clutched his ruined arm as Dave executed a savage kick at the knee of the man whose nose he'd broken. There was a dull snap as the man's knee was shattered and he fell to the ground. The last two gunmen had just had their odds reduced before they even knew what was happening. All one of them could see was –through a bit of light from the holed skylight- a flash of green. That was enough.

"IT'S KICK-ASS!" He screamed out in warning.

On the roof, Mindy could hear the panic start from inside. She waved across the street.

Todd raised his M-32 six-shot 40mm riot gun to his shoulder, aimed and depressed the trigger.

The first two rounds of rubber impact rounds shattered the window. The noise and violence of the shattered window caused more chaos on the second floor. The third round shattered the light inside. His fourth was a smoke grenade. That was Mindy's cue.

Mindy jumped off the roof's ledge, making a quick descent to the second floor window and swung in. Unlike Dave, who relied on brutality in his tactics and physical strength, Mindy's greatest advantages in a fight were her speed, agility and reflexes. That, combined with her small size made her practically impossible to hit unless one was a martial artist as skilled as she was…And that was a rarity.

Mindy tore into the panicking drug dealers. In the dark and smoke, none of them could see her. However, her night vision goggles allowed her to see all of them…while they were still standing, that is. Not, that any of them were on their feet for long though.

The first one, Mindy swept the legs out from under and rabbit punched his wind pipe as he fell. The second one, she drove her boot into his groin and broke his nose with one swift punch (and three to be sure afterwards). The third one, she somersaulted over and grabbed his neck as she went, pulling him to the ground and smashing his head into the floor. Number four actually tried to punch her. Mindy effortlessly grabbed his wrist and broke it with a savage twist; following up with a boot to the solar plexus. The fifth one she nailed with a jump front kick right to his face that snapped his head back. As he staggered, a swift kick to his shin broke his leg and put him on the floor.

Upstairs, meanwhile, Dave had launched himself at the remaining two gunmen. One, he broke the nose of with a vicious head butt, followed by an elbow shot to the temple and a reverse elbow shot to his windpipe that sent him to the floor. The final one was so shocked, he didn't even resist when Dave grabbed his gun arm, hyper-extended it and drove his elbow down, breaking the bone and finished him with a punch to the solar plexus. With his five opponents all finished, Dave went down the stairs to assist Mindy.

On the second floor, the remaining two thugs were trying to escape. One was Mike the Mooch. Mindy leapt at him and drove her steel toed boot, right into his testicles. The obese drug dealer let out a high-pitched scream of pain, and fell to his knees, gasping for air as he clutched himself. With a sigh of disgust, Mindy finished him with a spinning back kick to his face. Dave, in the meantime faced off against the last man standing. This one was so panicked and disoriented all it took was about three shots to the man's face with his Kevlar lined sap gloves, using a boxing technique, to put the thug out.

Mindy listened down the stairwell to the first floor. Apparently the door guards had no desire to try their luck with Kick-Ass and Hit-Girl and were intent on escaping. Mindy keyed her microphone again.

"They're making a break for it! Be ready at the front entrance!"

From the rooftop vantage point, Todd aimed his MZP-1 tear gas launcher at the front door and waited. As soon as it cracked open, he fired his weapon. A tear gas canister landed right in front of the fleeing gunmen and erupted. The two gunmen instantly began to cough and wheeze as they choked on the tear gas. Blindly, they turned back into the building…to run smack into Kick-Ass and Hit-Girl.

Dave took out one with an elbow to the temple. Mindy incapacitated her foe with a side-kick to his windpipe. The duo looked at each other and exchanged a high-five.

Dave keyed his microphone with a smile. "The building is clear. Let's grab the AL-54 and regroup at the cars." Holding their breath and closing their eyes, he and Mindy dashed out through the dissipating tear gas. They retrieved their grapple gun and slunk off through the shadows to the alley where the Mistmobile was. Once there, Mindy pulled out her phone and dialed 9-1-1.


"What do we have here?" Lieutenant Marcus Williams asked as he approached the crime scene. It appeared to be chaos. There were at least eight ambulances either loading patients in or getting ready to leave for hospitals (with uniformed police officers accompanying each one). There were Emergency Services Unit personnel present. There was a Hazardous Materials Team going into the building. There appeared to be about half the fire trucks in Brooklyn lining the street.

"Marcus!" A voice called to him from the side. He looked over and smiled. A burly, African-American wearing black and yellow bunker gear, a SCBA and a black fire helmet with a white faceplate and the red numbers "107" etched on it, approached him.

"Mike…What're you doing out here, little brother?" Marcus said cheerfully as he shook hands with his younger (by one year) brother, Lieutenant Mike Williams of Ladder 107 for the FDNY.

"Keeping Coney Island from blowing up; I'm serious. It's about the biggest meth lab I've seen in a long time."

"Seriously?" Marcus said, as he hoped Dave and Mindy were alright. He'd gotten a call from a -familarly- growly voiced informant, telling him about what had gone down. He knew Dave and Mindy could handle the thugs here, but he hoped they'd taken all necessary precautions afterwards since this was an active meth lab.

"Hey bro, just because you abandoned the family tradition doesn't mean I'd mess with you on this." Mike Williams said in reference to the fact Marcus was (semi-seriously) regarded as the black sheep of the Williams family. Their father, uncles and grandfather had all served on the FDNY. Marcus had forsaken that to join the NYPD, for which he was still –after twenty years of service- mocked at family gatherings even if his family was still proud of his professional accomplishments. "But, I think it's all under control now. We're just waiting to get cleared to return to quarters."

"That's good."

"Yeah, if that place had gone up…It would've taken out half the block. Say, how's Mindy doing? You two need to come over for dinner."

"Mindy's…keeping busy." Marcus said truthfully as he looked at the scene. Just then, the radio on Ladder 107 came to life, instructing them to return to quarters. Mike smiled and removed his SCBA.

"Well, back to the station for some dinner and bed. Give me a call and we'll arrange dinner." Mike said as he climbed into the ladder truck's cab beside the driver.

"Sure" Marcus waved at his brother while removing his cell phone from his belt, and hit his speed-dial.

"Hey Marcus" Mindy answered.

"Hi Mindy…I'm out at a scene on Coney Island. It's a big meth lab. so I don't know what time I'll be getting home. I just wanted to remind you to take a shower." Marcus said with an emphasis although he knew he couldn't say anything more on a potentially unsecure line. He figured Mindy would know what he meant.

"Don't worry. That's been done."

"I'm glad to hear it." Marcus said. "I'll call you later kiddo. Night." Marcus said to his adopted daughter and he ended the call.

He walked up the scene where he found Daniel Coy, another old friend of his. "What's up Dan?"

"What's up, is that we have a meth lab with about two million dollars worth of equipment and enough product on site worth about three million dollars in street value."

"Holy shit!"

"Holy shit is right, pal."

"How the fuck did the narcotic guys not get wind of this before?"

"I don't know. I think someone had to be paying someone off. I guess money has its limits though."

"What do you mean?" Marcus said, although he knew pretty well what had happened here.

"All the punks here, who're now on their way to Riker's, if not detouring to the hospital first…They say it was Kick-Ass and Hit-Girl who busted this place up."

"They got the job done, at least."

"Yeah…And we look like a bunch of incompetents again. What hurts the most is that with something like this…we are."

"The bad guys are going down."

"I know. I just wish that the punks were as scared as us as they of all these kooks in Halloween costumes."

"I hear you." Marcus said as he recalled what he once said to Damon about his quest for vigilante justice

"Yeah…Shit, I wonder who was bankrolling this place. Whoever it was, is going to be really, fucking pissed!"


In a Manhattan penthouse, a swarthy looking man wearing an Italian suit, a black t-shirt and gold chains that complimented his (spray-on) tanned skin knocked on a wooden door.

"Come in" Came the nasally reply from inside.

The room inside was not well lit. The main illumination, aside from a desk lamp, came from the lights from surrounding buildings. The messenger unconciously ran his hand through his heavily gelled, blowback-styled, hair.

"What is it Vinnie?"

"We got trouble Boss."

"What type of trouble?"

"Our lab in Coney Island…It got taken out tonight."

"How the fuck can that have happened? We have the narcs out there on payroll. Gigante vouched for all of them. That's millions of dollars in equipment and more millions in product fucking down the fucking drain. Eight months of planning get everything set the fuck up! And it's shot to shit because the cops can't follow the orders we give them?!"

"It wasn't the cops."

"It wasn't the cops?"

"No. It was…"

"You'd better not say it was Kick-Ass and Hit-Girl!" Came the nasally scream from behind the desk.

"Sorry boss, but it was them. Our guys on the scene said that the boys that got taken away were all beaten up and moaning about them."

An exaggerated sigh came from behind the desk. "Sit down, Vinnie." The figure said, indicating an office chair.

"Boss…"

"Sit. Down!"

"Ok Boss…" Vinnie said nervously as he sat down in the chair.

"Kick-Ass and Hit-Girl…You know, Vinnie, I told you NOT to tell me that." The figure said as he calmly pushed a button on his desk.

Vinnie Marcello screamed as electrical current passed from a conductor behind his head to a metal plate at his feet through his body. His body began to spasm and smolder.

"Such SHOCKING news!" Chris D'Amico, alias The Motherfucker, nee Red Mist, screamed from behind his father's old desk and began to laugh maniacally.


In an all night diner in Queens, Dave, Mindy, Todd and Angela sat in a booth enjoying a late night meal. It was one of two diners they frequented. One of them was a place that catered to costumed crimefighters. It was quite common to see costumed individuals there –especially at odd hours of the night. This place, however, was where they only went to in civilian clothes. Dave and Mindy had been forced to rinse themselves off with large jugs of water after emerging from the meth lab, as a precaution to rinse of any product that might have gotten on them. Their costumes had been relegated to garbage bags and left outside their headquarters. They felt that after immersion in water, they figured it would be safe to use them again. As a result, they'd had to go to eat in their civilian clothes.

The diner was deserted. The waitress, apparently a student, was in the kitchen catching up on her reading list. The four crimefighters had the place to themselves. However, they still had to be careful about what they said.

"So, is everyone looking forward to the Christmas party next week?" Dave as he took a bite of his food, as he made reference to the annual Justice Forever Christmas Party.

"You bet." Todd said as he grinned at Angela. On the way back from Coney Island, he'd asked if she wanted to go to the party with him and she'd said yes. (It'd actually taken all of Angela's will power not shatter the windows with a scream of happiness at Todd asking her.)

"I'm looking forward to what's on the menu. I've got to admit…Daniel Malone makes some really good food." Mindy said in reference to the former D'Amico goon turned chef as she took a drink from her soda glass.

"Oh, Mindy…I forgot to tell you. Jessi will definitely be back in town next week. She'll be visiting for a few days before Christmas." Angela said as she set down her club sandwich.

"She finalized when she's coming?"

"Yeah. She sent me an e-mail earlier today, letting me know."

"That's great." Mindy said as she thought of seeing their old friend again. "We'll have to let Dillon know so he can arrange his big date with her."

"We'll all have to get together. Marty'll be back as well then, won't he?" Dave asked Todd.

"Yeah, the last I heard he will be."

"It's going to be so great next week." Angela gushed as she looked over at Todd and smiled.

"I'll bet some people aren't pleased tonight though." Dave said as he took a bite of his burger.

"Damn straight." Mindy replied as he attacked her own food.


"Mother" Said Chris D'Amico, as he stepped around the smoldering corpse of Vinnie Marcello, "I have given names to my pains. And the names are Kick-Ass and Hit-Girl."

"Da, Comrade D'Amico. They are much trouble, da?" The hulking female bodyguard, known as Mother Russia replied.

"We need to get rid of them. Our plans go into action in a few months. We can't have them around much longer."

"I know of someone, Comrade D'Amico. He is someone...who people fear."

"Can you get him here?"

"Da. We will get him."

"Good...This city will not be recognizable after I'm done with it."

"Nyet, Comrade D'Amico, it will not be."

"Oh, and find out who gave up the information about the Coney Island lab." The Mothefucker said, his orange clothing catching the light. "Find out who it was, and flush him down the drain."

"Da, Comrade. We will arrange it."

"You'd better. And this guy…He can handle Kick-Ass and Hit-Girl?"

"He can finish them."

"Fuck it, no! I have to be the one to finish them. I want him to break them first. Can he do that?"

"Da, Comrade D'Amico. He will break Kick-Ass and Hit-Girl for you." Mother Russia said as her employer began to laugh again. He sidled up to the charred corpse in the makeshift electric chair.

"Come on Vinnie…This is funny!" Chris D'Amico gasped as he continued to laugh insanely.