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Margot stood in her hotel room, clipping on the last bits of her costume. When she checked in, she was hoping for a quiet night before the long day of tournament registration, but it seemed there were others who didn't want to give her a restful night. Almost as soon as she had finished dinner, her news feed had lit up with reports of large groups of a local gang, O Massacre de soldados, causing trouble throughout the city. Already several hospitals and clinics had been flooded with casualties, most of whom were ki users. It didn't take her long to realize that it was only a matter of time before they came after her. 

As she donned her mask, she heard several people walking up to her door. A few moments later, someone rapped on the door. "Room Service," said a strained voice, followed by some chuckling and shushing. She looked back to the tray covered in the remains of her dinner. Margot peered through the peephole, only to see a handful of men standing in front of the door. They looked like something out of a movie, wearing sunglasses and tattooed to all heck. Each was armed with some sort of melee weapon. With them, however, was a very nervous bellhop, very clearly being coerced into helping the rest.

[color=cyan]"Je ne suis pas né de la dernière pluie,"[/color] she muttered. [color=cyan]"I'm sorry, I didn't order room service." [/color]

"It's compliments of the house," replied the same man.

Margot picked up her blades and headed towards the balcony. [color=cyan]"Very well, just give me a minute." [/color]She opened the sliding door. Looking down over the railing she saw another group of men standing milling about in front of the hotel, next to some rather haphazardly parked cars. Her mask zoomed in and highlighted several weapons on these men. [color=cyan]"Damn, looks like they really want me dealt with." [/color] Already forming a battle plan, she hung herself off the balcony edge, and shimmied a few doors down. She entered another room, startling a young couple in a state of undress. [color=cyan]"Sorry, sorry." [/color] She quickly made her way over to the door. [color=cyan]"Oh, by the way, a fight is about to go down. Lock your door, and call the police. Understand?" [/color] The couple nodded. [color=cyan]"Good, now, I hope the rest of your vacation is less stressful than mine."[/color]

She stepped out into the hotel's atrium, overlooking the lobby. A few seconds later the door was dead-bolted behind her. There was a walkway goring around the building on every level. Margot took a quick peek over the railing. Sure enough, she spotted a few more gang members hanging out in the lobby three stories below, throwing their weight around. She looked to her left and to her right. To her left was the staircase and elevators. To the right was the group of men and their unwilling accomplice. They had not noticed her yet, and she could easily leave without being spotted. 

"What's taking her so long?" The tallest gang member grabbed the bellhop by the collar, lifting him off the floor. "I thought you said she was in there."

On the other hand, these guys were just begging to have their asses kicked.

She rushed forward, sheathed blades in hand. [color=cyan]"En Garde!"[/color] The gangster holding the bellhop looked up just in time to take the blunt tip to his throat. He dropped to the ground, coughing as he held his throat. The bellhop took the opportunity to slip by her and run away. Margot backed up a few steps and dropped into a classic fencing pose, daring the rest to come at her.

Someone in the group shouted, "Get her!" They were forced to step around their fallen boss, and to come in ones at a time, perfect conditions for her. The first man to come at her swung wildly, earning himself a broken nose as she sidestepped and drove the pommel of her dagger into his face. The next got jabbed in the gut, followed by a boot to the face. The last one simply tripped and knocked himself out.

Smirking with satisfaction, she made her way downstairs. As she reached the lobby door, she heard the all too familiar sounds of guns being cocked. Her mask's thermal imaging showed her half a dozen pistol wielding figures on the other side of the door, getting into position. Flicking the covers off her blades, she tapped into her ki. The door flew open with a bang, startling the already jumpy gangsters. They were close to the door, well within range. With a flurry of blows, and a few fingers, the guns and the gangsters were on the ground crying in agony.

Outside the hotel, Margot heard several cars peeling away as sirens approached. A few moments later several of Rio's finest came rushing into the lobby. Margot sheathed her weapons and raised her hands into the air. As she expected, she was quickly handcuffed and detained. She sighed. Tonight would not be restful.

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Otsana stood in the garage elevator, heading to the top of the structure. She was fighting off the twin calls of a belly full of grilled meat and a the buzz of several shots of cachaca. Her gun case hanging off her back, she adjusted her earbuds, softly singing along to the all too appropriate elevator music.  [color=lime]"...tan and young and lovely, the girl from Ipanema goes walking and when she passes each one she passes goes—" [/color] The elevator stopped on the third floor, and a trio of tattooed men walked into the elevator. One was engrossed in their cell phone, showing the other two a photo. Otsana looked closely and saw that it was a picture of her, with a very large bounty under her name. She put her hand on her shotgun, barely getting it out of her holster before a pair of machetes were at her neck. She popped the gun open, showing two empty barrels before closing them back up again. [color=lime]"Chill, chill, it's unloaded." [/color]

The cell phone user smirked. "You know, in this part of town you learn to keep your guns loaded, if you carry them. Then again, it makes our job easier, doesn't i—"

BANG

Otsana shot the man in the kneecap, the burst of ki scorching his shorts. The loud sound reverberated through the tiny metal box, and the two others dropped their weapons to cover their ears. Otsana herself was glad for her hearing protection.[color=lime] "Oh, I don't need to load them. Helps save on ammo costs."[/color]

"Oh god my ears, that was so fucking loud!"

"What the fuck man!"

The cell phone gangster patted out the fire on his legs and looked up at her indignantly. "Fucking bitch, how dare yo—"

BANG

[color=lime]"Yeah, I don't appreciate your language."[/color] For emphasis, she kneed him in the stomach.

"DAVID I CAN FEEL MY HEARING DIEING!"

"I REGRET EVERY DECISION THAT LED UP TO THIS!"

David clutched his stomach and retched a little. "Come on, she's used her two, she can't fire agai—"

BANG

[color=lime]"Did you not see me fire this thing unloaded a few times already? Now, who put the bounty on my head?"[/color]

"STOP TEMPTING FATE!"

"I THINK MY EARS ARE BLEEDING!"

David did not take the hint to stop backasassing her. "What? I can't hear you because you blew my ears out!"

Otsama spared the trio's ears further torment and grabbed David's phone, still open to her picture. [color=lime]"Huh, 'O Massacre de soldados'. Have I pissed them off? Couldn't have. I just got here today. Probably should go find a place to lay low until tomorrow."[/color] The elevator dinged as it reached the top floor. A gaggle of men and women just starting their night stopped and stared at the scene in the elevator. [color=lime]"Take the stairs,"[/color] she said as she stepped out of the elevator. She pilled the pin on a flash-bang and tossed it in between the closing doors. There was a muffled cry of panic, followed by a bang and more moaning as Otsana made her way to over to her motorcycle.