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	With her belly full of the delicious contents of one of her mother’s bento boxes Brown quietly hummed to herself as she walked forward. She gently sucked on the end of the thin bendy straw protruding from the top of the juice box Brenda had gotten for her like she promised. The pleasant mango flavored juice was sweet and tangy in her mouth, washing away the last traces of spicy seasoned rice and savory beef strips she’d eaten. 

	 [color=A52A2A]“I may have missed the chance to fight in the tournament, but I still get to fight! Stopping these bad guys from blowing up the stadium with my new friends should be a lot of fun.”[/color]

	Missing the tournament still weighed heavily on Brown’s mind, but the food in her stomach and the mission given to her made it easier to bare. Beating up criminals and stopping bombings wasn’t what she had in mind when she journeyed to Rio, but if it helped showed them what she was capable of then she’d do it without a second thought.

	 [color=A52A2A]“They are my friends, right?”[/color] Brown paused briefly in thought.

	The doctor man seemed nice, the rock fisted girl had given her a juice box, and the wolf-lady with all the guns vaguely reminded Brown of her mother. Best of all none of them had tried to kill her. At least she didn’t think they had. In Brown’s mind they were the closest thing she could really consider as ‘friends’.

	Smiling Brown continued to walk and turned a corner, stopping dead in her tracks as she saw a crowd of gang members by one of the stadium entrances. Darting back behind the cover of the corner, Brown peaked her head out and carefully looked over the mob of badly dressed men and women as she continued to drink from her juice box. 

	It was difficult to tell from a distance if any of them had detonators (whatever they looked like) but she could see two attentive looking thugs holding walkie talkies. On reflex she balled her free hand into a tight knuckled fist and got ready to charge when she remembered what she’d been told.

	 [color=A52A2A]“Oh. Right. Gotta be sneaky.”[/color] Brown muttered and pulled out her Yo-Yo. 

	Hiding around the corner Brown quietly waited and watched as one of the gang members began to wander away from the group. Cigarette between his lips the gang member leaned up against the wall just a few feet down from where Brown stood. As the thug began fussing with his lighter Brown drained her juice box and crushed it in her hand. Tossing it underhand through the air it landed with a dull thud on the ground in front of the smoker. 

	Eyes flicking up from his shitty zippo lighter the thug turned his head and-

	CRACK

	The heavy wooden head of Brown’s yo-yo whipped through the air and slammed into the thug’s throat with a dull, meaty slap. In an instant the man’s airway was smacked close and he struggled for breath. Barely able to gasp for air, much less shout for help the man was unable to struggle as Brown rushed out from around the corner and wrapped her arms around him. 

	Feet dragging against the ground Brown quickly pulled the young man around the corner and out of sight just as the thugs in the distance began to look around. Safely out of their vision Brown pinned the thug up against the wall.

	 [color=A52A2A]“Who has the detonators?”[/color] She demanded.
	[b]“HACKGARGLECOUGH” [/b]The man sputtered back, eyes rolling in their sockets as they tried to get their breath back.

	 [color=A52A2A]“Oops. I forgot people needed air to talk.”[/color] Brown muttered, realizing her first attempt at interrogation was rather flawed...