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This Is My Life. This Is My Song. I'll Fight The Powers That Be.
Marcelo had started regular patrolling in earnest when he wasn't trying to spend the night with Stephanie. It felt good to get the suit on. It covered his scars well and he had added a little protection to the spots where a sword had run straight through his body. In addition to his normal patrols, he used what little superhuman power he had to keep tabs on what Sebastian Shaw was doing. Since he could listen to things at a distance and fine tune his hearing from there, he tried to be careful not to blip on any of Shaw's cronies' radar.
Though that was where he picked up Shaw had put a bounty on Marcelo Alencar da Silva's head. The target wondered if this was the first time the same man had bounties on his head for two separate identities. He doubted it, but he liked to think he was pioneering in some way.
Ignoring the tabloid stories about him and Stephanie being on the rocks was easy enough since Marcelo didn't read tabloids nor did he have a secretary who did anymore. It was harder to ignore Helena when she scheduled a visit with him during office hours. The hour-long visit started pleasantly enough. It actually lasted that long because despite his small, almost heartfelt prayers, no business came up to interrupt the visit with his ex. It turned slightly awkward when she started sounding out if the tabloid reports were true or if Stephanie had gone to rehab or something of the sort. Then it got into well-controlled infuriating when Helena casually brought up some information she gathered about the time Stephanie and Marcelo weren't together. Marcelo was more than happy to escort Helena from his office after the hour was done.
He wasn't quite sure what the future had in store for him, but the Brazilian billionaire figured everything but the impending wedding would give him a headache at the very least.
Though that was where he picked up Shaw had put a bounty on Marcelo Alencar da Silva's head. The target wondered if this was the first time the same man had bounties on his head for two separate identities. He doubted it, but he liked to think he was pioneering in some way.
Ignoring the tabloid stories about him and Stephanie being on the rocks was easy enough since Marcelo didn't read tabloids nor did he have a secretary who did anymore. It was harder to ignore Helena when she scheduled a visit with him during office hours. The hour-long visit started pleasantly enough. It actually lasted that long because despite his small, almost heartfelt prayers, no business came up to interrupt the visit with his ex. It turned slightly awkward when she started sounding out if the tabloid reports were true or if Stephanie had gone to rehab or something of the sort. Then it got into well-controlled infuriating when Helena casually brought up some information she gathered about the time Stephanie and Marcelo weren't together. Marcelo was more than happy to escort Helena from his office after the hour was done.
He wasn't quite sure what the future had in store for him, but the Brazilian billionaire figured everything but the impending wedding would give him a headache at the very least.
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Though he knew assassins would be coming, he wasn't paying attention like he should have. He was juggling packages to get his car keys out as he moved down the sidewalk.
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He tossed what packages he had left in the faces of some of the thugs converging on him. He needed some space. He tried dancing out of the way to avoid some damage and start his ginga.
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Perhaps they should have asked Shaw for more money...
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He feinted an attack at one thug and did a broken cartwheel kick at another.
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He danced his way out of another round of attacks. He ducked below a swing aimed at his head to perform a meia lua de compasso dupla. With his hands on the ground, Marcelo hopped off with both legs. He delivered a spinning kick with both legs in the air aimed at the thug's head. He landed quickly on both of his feet to spring away.
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The last thug standing was moving slowly, trying to find an opening for a punch or kick. But the man kept dodging. Eventually, the lone thug was tired out from trying to land a single blow to Marcello. He was jsut standing there, trying to catch his breath.
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He was joking, but it was not like he figured the thug knew that.
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This would be an interesting thing to tell Stephanie while tiptoeing around the reason the thugs had come after him. "Shaw, you're just giving more reason to take you down."
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He didn't know what the Boss wanted out of Shaw exactly. Wasn't his business. Mostly, he just loved the hunt. Prism was nearby, but not in sight. Backup. He would've chosen another partner if he could have.
Then again, he could easily claim the credit for the kill.
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He shoved his keys in his pockets and headed for the building.
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He couldn't wait to hear what Harpoon thought about that when it blew up and killed the bastard right where he stood.
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He was blinking and rubbing his eyes when something hit his car behind him. It might have been an impressive explosion if the electric car had a gas tank.
"The hell...?" He blindly ducked for cover and tried to move toward something less precious to him than his car. Like the side of a building. It would cut down on the angles of attack at least.
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Though his vision cleared just as someone emerged from the shadows with something sharp and pointy aimed at his chest. Stuck between a building and stabby, he dropped. He went loose in the knees to let gravity drag him into a crouch he could spin away from his assailant from.
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For such a squat man, he was fast on his feet. This time, though, his slayspear was glowing and transformed into energy. This one would detonate like a flashbang, all light and sound, hopefully enough to stun Marcelo.
Genetic enhancements would keep him able to function.
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Right now, he went toward the one who hadn't attacked him at a distance yet. Though the glowing spear was not heartening.
Marcelo spun low with a hooked foot aimed at yanking the spear-wielder's leg out from under him. The only part of his body touching the ground was his left hand he was using for balance.
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Harpoon was a born hunter, though, and he managed to leap over the low kick, trying to flash his spear against the man's belly while he twirled so gracefully.
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He placed his right hand on the ground as he used momentum and strength to kick up both feet into the man's chest.
Though those harassing blasts were getting closer, he needed to get one immediate threat out of the way first.
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Prism on the other hand was continuing to be annoying, blasting Marcelo with his lasers. He tried to refract the ambient light around him in such a way that Marcelo would be totally blinded, making him vulnerable to his attackers.
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