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Josie opened the door to the backseat of the limousine and stepped inside, leaving the bar behind. Inside was a plush interior, with leather on the seats and guns under them. Sitting on the seat facing forward, she pushed a button that was upon the cupholders, and signaled for the driver to head back to their place. Sighing and taking off her hat, placing it on the seat beside her, she stared dully at the streetlamps as they blurred past in the night, catching glimpses of some bums surrounding a trash can, lit on fire, a lady pushing an over-encumbered stroller, a mugger shooting a man in an alleyway. You know, normal things for the city. 

Her boredom was interrupted by the ringing of her cell phone. She didn't exactly know what model it was, but Jack gave it to her, so she supposed that it was secure. Lazily pulling it out from her jacket pocket, she said, [color=Red]"Hello?"[/color] and leaned back in the seat, continuing to watch the streets flash past. 

[color=FireBrick]"Hey, if it isn't Josie, my favorite lieutenant! I need to tell you something important."[/color] It was Bleeder Jack, with his greasy Cockney accent. Grinning like a shark in anticipation, Josie said, [color=Red]"Go on, Jack. What do you need to tell me?"[/color] 

[color=FireBrick]"Well, since you're busy, I doubt that you had looked at the news. So I took the liberty of watching it, and as it turns out, some tosser is planning on giving everyone else abilities like yours. Well, not your [i]particular[/i] 'knife typhoon' powers, but Meta abilities in general."[/color]

Josie raised her eyebrow, and said with a bored drawl, [color=Red]"Really? And this guy  thinks that giving everyone a power is a good idea? Jesus Christ, people over here are more dumb than I gave them credit for."[/color] Summoning a blade, no larger than a pocketknife's edge, and sending it around her left finger in loops, she smirked. [color=Red]"Still, it should be fun. More Metahumans means more killing, more danger. I just [i]love[/i] the thought of that."[/color]

Jack laughed, and coughed, probably from a cigarette or something. [color=FireBrick]"So, I didn't just call you up to chat. There's an obstacle in the way of your acquisition of the streets of Little Ulster. A gang called the Brown Bat Riders recently attacked a convoy of ours, an arms deal. We can't let them have our guns, or think that we're afraid of them. Kill them. Kill them all."[/color]

Josie snapped her left index finger and said, [color=Red]"Aces. Just what I wanted to hear. I'll check in as soon as I've handled them."[/color] Ending the call, she pressed the call button for the driver, and said, [color=Red]"Little Ulster. Robin View. Drop me off as soon as we turn onto that road."[/color] 

The driver said nothing, nor gave any indication that he had heard, rather, he just turned onto a different street. Josie leaned back, lounging in her seat, waiting. Hoping that they would resist. 

Waiting for the impending bloodbath.