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Dixie heard the call to hoist over over the fence so she stabbed the tips of her retractable tonfa into a nearby wall then shoved them into their gortex holsters and reached her arms behind her gathering up the tail of her trench coat and cenching it behind her using it’s belt. Then secured she slips on her gloves as she bolts towards the fence.

She feels transported back in time:: It was spring and she was following her team as they ran through Paris’s best Parkour spots; and ahead ran Geoff the man she had to end when all this began, a man she once loved. He was a powerful leader in the oh so physical sport that had woke in Dixie a primal state that felt so natural as she cast off fear knowing the limits and ability of her body; he lay bitten and spitting blood.
 
She hadn’t hesitated then when he gave her not a word but his beautiful blue eyes forced her to see the logic of her actions. She only worried that it wouldn’t be quick and saw the last thing his eyes ever told her as the steel baton spun at its most deadly angle with the force of her entire body in an execution strike………..

Her left foot struck one corner only slipping about 2 inches as she used that friction to throw all her weight at an angle upwards so that her tucked right leg could strike into the metal cloth fence her toes now as pointed as a ballerina's into the weave. Next she threw her arms up as her right leg uncoiled threw her almost level with the top rail of the so she could grab it and fling herself up in a dry breaststroke like action to spin astraddle the bar facing [@Raddum] Michie.

“Allo, shall we join forces and split the load” says Dixie cheerfully looking into his eyes.