[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=Olive]Richard Laine[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[h1][b][i][center][color=ForestGreen]Ayita Dyrkin[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=Olive]Location[/color][/b] Stark Tower[/center]
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Richard ran a hand through his dark locks as he came through the lab's doorway with Charlie in tow. He had heard enough from Stark and the other girl- what was her name?- that he was not so sure as to if they could (or should) try to predict Jakobsen's moves. The man was a crafty bastard and often the best thing to do in those situations would be to wait for them to choke on their own tail. [color=Olive]"As much at I hate admitting it Stark, you have a damn fine point there. As do you- Mira was it?"[/color] Giving a sigh the assassin, forlornly considering his mussed locks. [color=Olive]"I hate balancing everything on the damn knife."[/color] The Adder swore.

It was Ayita who spoke then, stepping behind then from her brother as his slightly taller and wider frame blocked the bloody tearing and twisting of her flesh. While it never lasted long on forms she knew well, it was still painful and unpleasant. Both for her and for those who viewed it. Shaking her auburn tousled hair in a manner that much resembled a fox shaking it's fur. The younger Laine cast a leary eye at Stark and Mira. The voice that held the uncurrents of the wild was surprisingly soft. [color=ForestGreen]"Brother."[/color] Her mind brushed against her elder's with a wave of patience. [color=ForestGreen]"The hunt is not won by the charge. But by the hidden pack member."[/color] It made sense to Ayita that Jakobsen would strike here. There were children and thus it was weaker. The young were always prime prey.

Richard gave a irritated huff as he looked down at the smaller Laine. [color=Olive]"You have got to start thinking in human terms, Sister. Or the terms of an assassin."[/color] His cheeky grin was visibly shaken as the amber eyes locked upon him and Ayita quirked a brow. Assassination to the woman was not just for human. How many nights had stealth put food into her belly? How often had it allowed her to envade a hunting pack? Turning back to the others-namely the older Stark- Ayita shrugged absently. [color=ForestGreen]"Can you tell the voice to let me look at the floor plans? I have no interest in your creations or belongings. They are useless."[/color] The Adder gave a choking noise as Ayita tilted her head and frowned. [color=ForestGreen]"Perhaps I have spoken the wrong words."[/color] The woman admitted looking rather put out. [color=ForestGreen]"But I wish to see what the territory looks like so I might better transverse it if a fight were to come."[/color]