Veronica lept out the window. [color=2e3192]"Sorry Mr. Mayor. Don't worry about the damages to the room. Our master will take care of it."[/color] She leaned in close, almost seductively and whispered. [color=2e3192]"I believe some of those you summoned are more inclined to side with the villians."[/color] The mayor looked like he wanted to ask why she wasn't going. [color=2e3192]"I'm not a combat model. I am a liason model. I deal with the day to day stuff between my master and the rest of the world. I was recently promoted to hero liason. If you don't mind I am going to have a seat and patch myself into Veronica. Gotta keep tabs on her. Think of it like a university's sports information director watching the game, but from the point of view of the star player."[/color] She sat down near the mayor.

When Veronica hit the ground she took off running. Gun in hand. At the park she studied the freak of the day. She contacted Sara, no audible words were shared, kind of like two telepaths talking with their power. [color=ed1c24]"Sara you seeing this. If I was human I would swear I was hallucinating. The freak is summoning food monsters from a pot.[/color] Sara was more concerned with what he was saying. [color=2e3192]"Grab one of the flesh bags. GENTLY. I'll ask the flesh bag some questions."[/color] Veronica was going to grab the first flesh bag that ran by but it was a child screaming for it's mommy. The second person was a person with half her faced burned off. [color=ed1c24]"Disgusting."[/color] The lady heard Veronica and began to cry even harder. Her tears causing her pain which made her scream cry. Finally someone who looked like they could answer questions. Veronica grabbed the person by it's arm as it ran by, she didn't take into account that the sudden stoppage of the arm might lead to damage, specifically breaking it. [color=2e3192]"Judge Torrent-CX, we have questions for you. I know your arm hurts, stop being a baby about it. Grow some balls, like those NFL players."[/color] Sara proceeded to question the big baby and let him go. Again reverting back to their internal communication. [color=2e3192]"So basically he is a mentally challenged buffoon, a horrible cook, and must likely one of if not the ugliest person on the face of the earth. You know what to do."[/color] Veronica switched her guns to the non-lethal ammunition. [color=ed1c24]"Go for his balls."[/color] In this case this freaks obsession with his food being amazeballs meant ruining it was just about as effective as kicking him in his actual balls. [color=ed1c24]"Hey fatty! Your food is so horrible it grew wings so it could literally get away from you. How pathetic of a cook are you? Did you seriously think anyone in the whole world would want to any of that garbage? I bet that is where you got your ingredients, the landfill. Starving people in the third world would rather starve to death than eat the food you cooked. Who taught you to cook a sewer rat?"[/color] 

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