A Hotel of Two Tales

[ngm_hydra]

The decrepit-looking hotel near a waterfall in Colombia was a case of the facade not quite matching the interior. Early 20th century grandeur fought against years of disuse and nature's reclamation. While the first floor retained some of it's moldy and waterlogged appearance, it was a deception to keep the local guerillas uninterested in the goings on inside the building. With late night experiments leading to flashing lights in some of the windows, the locals, gun-toting or not, spoke about the old hotel as a haunted location.

The head of that nest was counting on interlopers of the goody-two-shoe variety. Though the planned team wasn't the ones in blue and white. Either way, Huntress 19 had called in assistance from extra nests.

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[simon_didnt_say]

To his credit, Simon didn't scream or cry out when she stepped on his hand. Because she was focusing on that hand. Which meant maybe his other hand...

He pulled the taser from his belt and jabbed for her leg.

[hisstress]

She didn't yell. She didn't scream. But she did hiss.

Bright eyes flashed with anger and fury as Simon tasered her.

She should have seen that coming. Had it been anyone else than this little cutie with the unfortunately girlish scream, she would have seen it coming.

But she underestimated him.

But that was okay. She scratched a thin line across his cheek, too, before going down. Enough to hurt but not enough to poison, unfortunately.

[simon_didnt_say]

Simon let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding, coupled with a wince of pain.

"Oh. Oh dear..."