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Natasha woke to the sound of a car horn blaring, as if right next to her building, she almost dismissed it until she noticed it didn't stop. [i]Prick.[/i] she thought, finally eyeing the blinking green light on her phone. She pulled her arm from underneath her and reached for the phone. She pressed the button at the bottom of the screen and winced at the bright light. She squinted, the screen read [b]Kain[/b]. She paused, her heart skipping a beat, [i]That's Kevin's younger brother.[/i] she thought. She quickly typed in the four digit code to listen to his voice mail, [b]"Natasha! It's me again, Kain. I can't get hold of my brother, this is important. Get him to call me. Thanks."[/b]

Her heart wrenched as she bit her lip, she held her phone up and pressed the 'call back' button. She quickly dressed, pulling on skinny jeans, a black tank top and a long sleeve shirt. She ran a hand through her hair as she pulled her shoes on. She waited for Kain to pick up as she stared at her right hand, the red mark taunting her, she pulled her gloves on, the phone between her shoulder and ear. When the call went to voicemail she sighed, [b]"Hey Kain, I'm sorry I just got your message. Call me back, we should meet up, talk."[/b] she said, pressing the red hang up button. She sighed and closed her eyes, the blaring of the horn getting on her nerves. She stood up, [b]"No use in trying to sleep now..."[/b] she grumbled.

Natasha grabbed her keys, phone and the small, black handgun from her bedside table. She check the safety, then checked to see if she needed to reload. She stuffed the keys and phone in her pocket and holstered the gun. She looked disdainfully at the belt she'd been given with the gun before dashing out of her apartment, down towards the blaring car horn.

She stepped out of the building and looked around, the streets were dead, no one was out this early in the morning except the drunks getting home from a late night at the bar, or where ever they had come from. She walked down the street, pulling the hood over her head, hands in her pockets. From the sound of the horn, it could be a couple blocks, but with her hearing she could be wrong, it could be farther.