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PART 13: "Small steps towards big events"
For a fraction of second Lara was worried. She couldn't imagine who that person was, but to her surprise, her presumptions were true. It was Bullseye.
"How did you know I was here?" she asked indeed surprised.
"Blondy told me. I asked her politely and she was so kind as to tell me."
His mocking tone and sneer worried her a little, but she answered with an ironical tone, not believing that he had really done something to Leah.
"And by that I should understand that if I want to see her again I should check the hospital or perhaps, the morgue?"
Bullseye giggled loudly, remembering his passion of sending people to one of those two places, preferably the last one.
"No," he began with slight disappointment in his voice. " She was a good girl this time, but enough about that. Here!" he said throwing her a small plastic bag, that he had taken out of one of his pockets.
She caught and examined quickly the small bag that seemed to be filled with ash.
"What is this?" she asked totally confused.
"Smell it."
"Excuse me?"
"Smell the bloody thing, don't ya have super powers and shite like that?" Bullseye raised his voice as he was slowly beginning to loose his patience.
"Yes I have, but why would I want to smell some .. ash?"
"So ye can see who's it from," he rolled his eyes annoyed as if that was the most logical thing in the world.
"So, you want me to smell the remains of a cremated corpse? What good would that do if I had not known the person? Or, .. did you burn someone I knew?" Lara's voice suddenly became serious, showing signs of obvious concern.
"AAAAhhhh," Bullseye growled irritated, tilting his head backwards, when his patience finally reached its limit. "You women are so square-headed," he added with his hands on his head, as if wanting to pull his hair out. Having no such thing, he grabbed his black nylon skullcap and removed it angrily while heading to one of the twin couches in front of Lara's desk. "Yes, it's someone you know, but I didn't burn 'em, I killed 'em," Bullseye spoke highly irritated, between grinned teeth, as if he was explaining something very simple to a narrow minded person for the thousand time. He said nothing more, just roamed his eyes one time over the entire room, to emphasize his boredom, sighing in an exasperated manner, after which he slouched himself into the couch behind him.
"A vampire?" Lara asked intrigued but Bullseye looked annoyed ---on purpose- in another direction.
To get this over with once and for all, she decided to smell the content of the bag. She opened it and with her highly developed senses she didn't even have to bring the bag close to her nose to find out whose ash it was. The scent seemed familiar and it didn't take her long to recognize that the ash was from Sang's body.
She raised her eyes and looked at Bullseye, who was sitting on the couch with his feet propped against the coffee table in front, with his elbows leaned against the back of the couch and his forearms hanging in front, while his head was tilted backwards, facing the ceiling.
She was glad that he wasn't looking at her, so he wouldn't see her smiling, pleased with his achievement. She quickly changed to her previous expression -a bored, indifferent one- and dropped the bag into the wastebasket under her desk.
"So, you killed Sang," she spoke without looking at him, while going through some papers. "Good for you."
Bullseye slowly lifted his head and fixed her for a few moments with his cold stare, his eyes narrowing and beaming with anger. But Lara didn't notice this. She never raised her eyes from the papers, not wanting to give away her cover and reveal the feeling of happiness and satisfaction she had inside.
Focussing on this matter in particular, she wasn't paying too much attention to the papers she was reading or to what was going on around her. That's why, it scared her when a shuriken, thrown with light-speed, impaled into the wooden desk, right between two of her right hand fingers, after having gone straight through a piece of paper she was holding in front of her, shredding it apart.
When she finally looked up, Bullseye was already heading for the door; at the moment he didn't feel like saying another word but rather like finding someone to practice his skills on.
During this time, Smoke, Shade and Mystique arrived in front of the "Olympic" boxing arena, in a gray sports car that looked as if it had been designed to go really fast.
Smoke, who was in the driver's seat, had oriental features and short black hair; he was also dressed completely in black -black T-shirt, pants, a long black overcoat and a pair of dark sunglasses. He was about 6ft tall and 34 years old.
Sitting next to him was Shade, another Asian man of about 5'6ft tall and 36 years old. He wore a black T-shirt, black pants, a short dark blue jeans jacket and a pair of sunglasses with dark lenses and a silver frame.
Now, these two were mutants but one couldn't tell that unless he saw them using their powers, whereas for the woman sitting on the backseat, Mystique, her appearance was slightly different from the one of an ordinary human being. Although she appeared to be a woman of about 32 years old and 5'9ft tall, her skin, lips and nails were all of a dark-blue color. She was wearing absolutely no clothes, her intimate parts, as well as various parts of her arms, legs, back and even face were covered with scales that had grown naturally on her body. In addition to that, she had short red hair gelled to her head and yellow eyes.
"So, here we are. You've got the tickets?" Smoke turned to Shade, smiling, and being in the same good mood as always.
"You were supposed to get the tickets," Shade responded confused.
"Not again," Mystique murmured leaning back in her seat and turning her head to the right to look out of the window.
"Yes, but then I gave them to you," Smoke sustained his idea in front of Shade.
"No you didn't."
"I didn't?" he asked totally relaxed and still smiling. "Did you take them, Mysty?"
"I don't know. Let me check my pockets," she answered with a deep voice and a cold and ironical tone, looking straight at him, with her arms folded.
He looked at her for a few seconds as if waiting for her to do that and then, all of a sudden it struck him that she was wearing no clothes.
"Oh, yeah!" he said, being a bit embarrassed by the situation.
"Check your pockets Smoke," Mystique added quickly.
"I already did that and .. " he complained while doing as she told him, then suddenly stopped with a broad smile on his lips " .. what do you know, they were here all along. Here you go," he continued, giving one to each.
While taking his, Shade turned his head to face the window of the car door, trying to surpres his laughter; Mystique simply shook her head.
"So, everyone ready?" Smoke asked while taking out two pistols from under his coat and loading them.
"Ready!" answered Shade.
"Mystique?"
"Ready!" she answered with a man's voice, while her skin seemed to divide into small fragments that turned, giving her body a different form. She now looked like a dark-skinned man, with short black hair and dressed with a simple pair of black pants, T-shirt and short leather jacket.
"Couldn't you have changed into something more attractive?" Smoke commented.
"As a woman I would attract too much unnecessary attention on myself," Mystique responded with her own voice but from a man's body.
"Speaking of which, ever thought that those guards outside may want to search us for weapons?" Shade asked Smoke, hinting at the fact that the captain had a real passion for fire weapons and under his coat he carried a real collection of such objects.
"For their sake, let's hope they don't"
And with that, Smoke got out of the car, followed by Shade and Mystique.
DETAILS: Remember when I mentioned that I choose a real person for each of my character so that I have a better of them? Well, in case my descriptions weren't too good (and I know they weren't; I'm better at narrating and making up dialogues than at describing) Smoke is Mark Dacascos and Shade is Jet Li. Mystique is the same form the two X-Men movies (Rebecca Romijn).
PART 13: "Small steps towards big events"
For a fraction of second Lara was worried. She couldn't imagine who that person was, but to her surprise, her presumptions were true. It was Bullseye.
"How did you know I was here?" she asked indeed surprised.
"Blondy told me. I asked her politely and she was so kind as to tell me."
His mocking tone and sneer worried her a little, but she answered with an ironical tone, not believing that he had really done something to Leah.
"And by that I should understand that if I want to see her again I should check the hospital or perhaps, the morgue?"
Bullseye giggled loudly, remembering his passion of sending people to one of those two places, preferably the last one.
"No," he began with slight disappointment in his voice. " She was a good girl this time, but enough about that. Here!" he said throwing her a small plastic bag, that he had taken out of one of his pockets.
She caught and examined quickly the small bag that seemed to be filled with ash.
"What is this?" she asked totally confused.
"Smell it."
"Excuse me?"
"Smell the bloody thing, don't ya have super powers and shite like that?" Bullseye raised his voice as he was slowly beginning to loose his patience.
"Yes I have, but why would I want to smell some .. ash?"
"So ye can see who's it from," he rolled his eyes annoyed as if that was the most logical thing in the world.
"So, you want me to smell the remains of a cremated corpse? What good would that do if I had not known the person? Or, .. did you burn someone I knew?" Lara's voice suddenly became serious, showing signs of obvious concern.
"AAAAhhhh," Bullseye growled irritated, tilting his head backwards, when his patience finally reached its limit. "You women are so square-headed," he added with his hands on his head, as if wanting to pull his hair out. Having no such thing, he grabbed his black nylon skullcap and removed it angrily while heading to one of the twin couches in front of Lara's desk. "Yes, it's someone you know, but I didn't burn 'em, I killed 'em," Bullseye spoke highly irritated, between grinned teeth, as if he was explaining something very simple to a narrow minded person for the thousand time. He said nothing more, just roamed his eyes one time over the entire room, to emphasize his boredom, sighing in an exasperated manner, after which he slouched himself into the couch behind him.
"A vampire?" Lara asked intrigued but Bullseye looked annoyed ---on purpose- in another direction.
To get this over with once and for all, she decided to smell the content of the bag. She opened it and with her highly developed senses she didn't even have to bring the bag close to her nose to find out whose ash it was. The scent seemed familiar and it didn't take her long to recognize that the ash was from Sang's body.
She raised her eyes and looked at Bullseye, who was sitting on the couch with his feet propped against the coffee table in front, with his elbows leaned against the back of the couch and his forearms hanging in front, while his head was tilted backwards, facing the ceiling.
She was glad that he wasn't looking at her, so he wouldn't see her smiling, pleased with his achievement. She quickly changed to her previous expression -a bored, indifferent one- and dropped the bag into the wastebasket under her desk.
"So, you killed Sang," she spoke without looking at him, while going through some papers. "Good for you."
Bullseye slowly lifted his head and fixed her for a few moments with his cold stare, his eyes narrowing and beaming with anger. But Lara didn't notice this. She never raised her eyes from the papers, not wanting to give away her cover and reveal the feeling of happiness and satisfaction she had inside.
Focussing on this matter in particular, she wasn't paying too much attention to the papers she was reading or to what was going on around her. That's why, it scared her when a shuriken, thrown with light-speed, impaled into the wooden desk, right between two of her right hand fingers, after having gone straight through a piece of paper she was holding in front of her, shredding it apart.
When she finally looked up, Bullseye was already heading for the door; at the moment he didn't feel like saying another word but rather like finding someone to practice his skills on.
During this time, Smoke, Shade and Mystique arrived in front of the "Olympic" boxing arena, in a gray sports car that looked as if it had been designed to go really fast.
Smoke, who was in the driver's seat, had oriental features and short black hair; he was also dressed completely in black -black T-shirt, pants, a long black overcoat and a pair of dark sunglasses. He was about 6ft tall and 34 years old.
Sitting next to him was Shade, another Asian man of about 5'6ft tall and 36 years old. He wore a black T-shirt, black pants, a short dark blue jeans jacket and a pair of sunglasses with dark lenses and a silver frame.
Now, these two were mutants but one couldn't tell that unless he saw them using their powers, whereas for the woman sitting on the backseat, Mystique, her appearance was slightly different from the one of an ordinary human being. Although she appeared to be a woman of about 32 years old and 5'9ft tall, her skin, lips and nails were all of a dark-blue color. She was wearing absolutely no clothes, her intimate parts, as well as various parts of her arms, legs, back and even face were covered with scales that had grown naturally on her body. In addition to that, she had short red hair gelled to her head and yellow eyes.
"So, here we are. You've got the tickets?" Smoke turned to Shade, smiling, and being in the same good mood as always.
"You were supposed to get the tickets," Shade responded confused.
"Not again," Mystique murmured leaning back in her seat and turning her head to the right to look out of the window.
"Yes, but then I gave them to you," Smoke sustained his idea in front of Shade.
"No you didn't."
"I didn't?" he asked totally relaxed and still smiling. "Did you take them, Mysty?"
"I don't know. Let me check my pockets," she answered with a deep voice and a cold and ironical tone, looking straight at him, with her arms folded.
He looked at her for a few seconds as if waiting for her to do that and then, all of a sudden it struck him that she was wearing no clothes.
"Oh, yeah!" he said, being a bit embarrassed by the situation.
"Check your pockets Smoke," Mystique added quickly.
"I already did that and .. " he complained while doing as she told him, then suddenly stopped with a broad smile on his lips " .. what do you know, they were here all along. Here you go," he continued, giving one to each.
While taking his, Shade turned his head to face the window of the car door, trying to surpres his laughter; Mystique simply shook her head.
"So, everyone ready?" Smoke asked while taking out two pistols from under his coat and loading them.
"Ready!" answered Shade.
"Mystique?"
"Ready!" she answered with a man's voice, while her skin seemed to divide into small fragments that turned, giving her body a different form. She now looked like a dark-skinned man, with short black hair and dressed with a simple pair of black pants, T-shirt and short leather jacket.
"Couldn't you have changed into something more attractive?" Smoke commented.
"As a woman I would attract too much unnecessary attention on myself," Mystique responded with her own voice but from a man's body.
"Speaking of which, ever thought that those guards outside may want to search us for weapons?" Shade asked Smoke, hinting at the fact that the captain had a real passion for fire weapons and under his coat he carried a real collection of such objects.
"For their sake, let's hope they don't"
And with that, Smoke got out of the car, followed by Shade and Mystique.
DETAILS: Remember when I mentioned that I choose a real person for each of my character so that I have a better of them? Well, in case my descriptions weren't too good (and I know they weren't; I'm better at narrating and making up dialogues than at describing) Smoke is Mark Dacascos and Shade is Jet Li. Mystique is the same form the two X-Men movies (Rebecca Romijn).