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[Godstorm] Riding Out the Storm

The Godstorm came at New York City, gathering other storms nearby to it. It wanted power Thor's little hammer couldn't easily undo. The Godstorm had underestimated the god once. If he showed up again, he would be ready. His reach was expansive. All along the Atlantic Coast, they felt his raging wrath. Even glancing touches from his circulating clouds brought damage.

There was warning he was coming, but Godstorm cared not one whit. He want right toward the harbor, using its funneling effect and the high tides from the moon to shove torrents of water into the megalopolis. He pushed on shore, making his way inland.

He was looking for something. Not that the small people trying to survive the hurricane coming ashore knew that. Their survival was not even a concern. He just pushed on land and spread his reach. He pushed his storm inland and the requisite flooding came with it. The winds howled and shards of glass broke off skyscrapers and added sharp damage to the mayhem.

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Millicent wasn't sure she believed that. She was going to stay on her toes in case the other mercenary tried something.

"That won't be necessary." She opened a compartment on her armor, the suit making her body look somewhat bigger than it was. Though the added room wasn't for extra protection, but for additional compartments. From the hidden compartment in her leg armor she removed what appeared to be a grappling gun. "I'd rather trust my own equipment than take needless chances."

"Very well." Alisa spoke in a flat tone, now. She appeared to be concentrating on getting down to B2. She grasped the elevator wires, and then jumped into the shaft.

Her body easily wrapped around the wires as she began her descent. If anything, she made it look pretty easy. Like a Fireman going down a pole at the Firehouse.

Once she was at B2, Alisa tried to get some footing by the doors. Just like the last door, she pried them open with ease, and walked inside.

It wasn't long afterwards that Millicent set up the hook and made her own way down. She did note that the elevator cord at least appeared sturdy. She took in the casual ease with which the other mercenary opened the doors, her mind going through possible scenarios if things got ugly.

"So what do I call you," she asked after retracting the hook of ehr gun.

Alisa looked at her dog-tags for a moment. The Reavers gave her a "name" for their coms. A way to make her feel more at home with them.

"Renegade."

She carefully began walking down the hallway, her head moving from side to side. It was as though she were scanning each room.

"I am not detecting any signs o' life, yet." Her voice still remained a bit on the emotionless side. "So, I told you my name. What is yours?"

Renegade? Sounded vaguely familiar, but Millicent wasn't sure where.

"Zaran," she said in reply. The lack of life signs made her wary. "Question, this bloke rich or "connected"? People that may actually want him for reasons other than wanting to skin him alive?"

"I asked myself dat when I took de mission." She admitted to Zaran. "He's a nobody in de underworld. Well, he WAS until he tricked a mob boss's kid into sendin' him some pictures. Dat de guy who hired my group to find'em an' bring him back dead or alive."

Alisa continued to scan as she walked.

"De mob didn' wanna waste dere own men on dis, so dey send in us."

"Mob?" Millicent was a bit surprised at that. "I was hired by some bloke working for somebody in Roxxon."

"Perhaps our target pissed off more people den de mob. Not dat hard to do." She rolled her eyes, and in doing so... all four eyes on her mask did the same.

"So, Zaran is it? You wouldn' happen to be single now, would you?"

"Maybe," but Millicent didn't sound entirely certain. Her train of thought was abruptly halted by Alisa's question.

"Why on Earth are you asking me that?"

"Well, maybe after dis, we could go bar hoppin' or sumt'ing." She smiled behind her mask. "Been awhile since I had any fun wit' someone like me. And if it goes anywhere, well... I am a very open gal."

After she said that, her head turned towards a corridor to the right.

"I t'ink I see somet'ing. My infrared is picking up a large mass, but it's losin' heat." She groaned, slapping herself in the mask/face. "He better not have off'ed himself! I am NOT draggin' a dead body in to be collected on!"

"Um, no, I am single..but a friend is expecting me," Millicent stuttered slightly, face reddening behind the helmet. Damn it, woman, focus!

"Bloody hell! Be ready in case we have company!" Millicent drew her sword and ran towards the heat signature.

Her reaction made her chuckle a bit. But before Zaran could charge into the room with her sword, Alisa stopped her. She held up her hand and walked in by herself.

It was a body storage area, full of steel cases against the wall for that intended purpose. As she walked, Alisa hummed "Pop goes the weasel", slamming her fist against one of the steel drawers as the song ended. Almost like magic, the drawer next to the one she slammed her fist against popped open... and a squirrelly looking man came out, trying to get away.

"Looks like I found de weasel, chere!"

Millicent felt a little sheepish for the sudden impulsiveness. She was a professional, damn it! She came in behind Renegade, noticing as the man fell out of his hiding place.

"Nicely done," she said with a bit of a smirk.

"Wait! You the lady my cousin sent for me!?" He looked over at Millicent. "He said you'd get me out of the country!"

Millicent suddenly felt her body go cold, and it wasn't because of the storage area.

"Your cousin works for Roxxon?"

"Yeah, he's a big shot, but you know that! Come on, let's get out of ehre before those damn gangsters find me!"

The eyes on Alisa's mask suddenly narrowed as she turned to Zaran.

"Now I see why dere were two contracts. One to give dis bastard what he deserves, an' one to get him somewhere safe." She gave off a sigh.

"What a dilemma we are in. You know what, I say we jus' tie him up to de flagpole outside o' de nearest police station an' let de cops handle'em. Too much o' a headache for de two o' us as it is. Besides, we could go out to dinner when de weather settles down. Maybe some dancin' ..."

"What!? The cops!? You can't-!" Before he can say another word Millicent hauled off and punched him across the face, knocking him out.

"Sad to say it leaves both of us without pay, though I agree that that sounds the most sensible option." She heard the woman's offer of dinner and dancing. Part of Millicent, that part that always hid part of herself, wanted to just ignore it. however, the other part, the repressed part, was intrigued. "Perhaps..but first I need to ring my partner and let her know what's happened. Just hope the weather hasn't killed the signal."

"Give'em a call, I'll tie dis douche bag up an' make sure he stays unconscious."

Alisa grinned under her mask. She took out what looked like an epi-pen from a side pocket of her military pants. She then injected the contents of the "pen" into their target's leg. It was filled with a sedative, which would leave the man out cold for longer.

She would then start tying the man up, before hoisting him over her shoulder with ease. Sure, the two were going to lose their pay, but it was the right thing to do in this case.

Millicent quickly put in the call.

"Leaper, we've hit a snag." She used Adrienne's codename due to ALisa being close by.

"Oh," came the voice on the communicator, "do not tell me you are letting zis little bit of rain give you a hard time?"

"Nothing like that. Ran into a couple complications. One, another mercenary. Fortunately she and I reasoned this out like civilized people. The bad news is that our target is our employer's cousin who was going to ferry him out of the country. I think we all agree we don't want this kind of scum escaping punishment. If it's all right with you we were going to leave him at a police station."

"And here I was rather looking forward to my share of the money," Adrienne said, but it was mostly teasing. "But I am in agreement. No need to let ze scumbag go free. Leave him for la gendarmerie."

"We'll find something better," Millicent assured. "Okay, I'll call you again when we get rid of this sod. Take care out there."

"Please tell me you got t'rough." Alisa asked, one muscular arm keeping the target held in place on her shoulder. "Dis guy reeks, an' I wanna get rid o' him as quickly as possible!"

"I did. We're in the clear. Let's be rid of this mess."

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