[center][b][h1]Jocelyn Victoria Beatrice Harmon AKA Tonic[/h1][/b][/center]
[center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/7285acb5-3916-4377-a6e1-a21597a529b6.jpg[/img][/center][hr][h2][center]Location: Alistar’s Hideout[/center][/h2][hr][center][h3] Interaction: Finnlay [@sly13]; James [@BladeSS4]; Ava [@TwilightShadow] & Alistar [@Alistar Sabbath][/h3][/center][hr]
Done with my hair I drain the bathtub wrapped in a towel on my head and around me. I dig in my bag and get an oversize t-shirt and clean underwear to sleep in. Throwing them on I walk out of the bathroom and stop at the doorway. I could swear I just heard the window open behind me. I keep towel drying my hair and glance to my left at the mirror and see someone in all black just as a gun is put to the back of my neck. 

“Hands behind your head love. Nice and easy.” The man's voice was slightly accented English in a muddled sort of way. I raise my hands slowly keeping the towel over my left hand. “Drop the towel love.” I drop the towel hoping that he has no skin exposed since I know that the gun has to go. 

Unfortunately my hair is in my line of sight and I hear the clank of cuffs. Times up. Immediately I turn and with my right hand twist the gun toward him. His brown eyes widen in shock as I release the clip out the bottom of the gun and as it hits the floor my foot slides it under the bed in the dark room now behind me. I hear it hit the wall with a dull thud. One in the chamber. I slip under his arm and struggling with the gun grunting as he tries to hip check me into the counter in the bathroom. My ass slides across the counter and I kick him in the ribs. He turns and fires clipping me in the shoulder.

The round goes through and through the pain instant and I hiss but that's lost to the shattering of the mirror. Now we have glass to worry about. I grunt as I get my feet under me on the counter. Glass in my feet that I know my body will push out as I heal, for now blood smears the counter. 

Sometimes it's good to be small. I think as I crouch on the counter about to launch myself at him. I have enough room to do that since I'm so small. I see him watching in fascination as my body heals the damage and I dive at him knocking him prone and into the dark bedroom.

He clocks me good in the right ear my head ringing. Apparently he has some fight left in him I shake my head as he tosses me off him like a rag doll. Sometimes it backfires to be little. I roll away and spring up.[color=pink] “Right. Were you raised by wolves? Never hit a woman, much less shoot her. Bloody hell that hurt!”[/color] All my practice at trying to hide my accent fails as I square up and plant my feet.

He springs up and pulls out a syringe and un-caps it. “They said that there might be one of you running around here. Come quietly love and I won't have to knock you out.”

I see red as he says this. All my years experimented on leaves a bad taste in my mouth for drugs. Besides he'd need more than that to keep me under. My metabolism and regeneration would be too much for that pathetic excuse for a dose. I sneer at him as he advances.[color=pink] “As a friend of mine would so eloquently put. Wrong choice bub.”[/color] I deliver the last line just like another Weapon X project would. One that I'm well acquainted with. I advance to meet him and as he moves to plunge the syringe into my arm I wrist throw him on to the floor. Plucking the syringe from his fingers I jab it in his thigh through his clothes and as he hisses I plunge the stopper down and pull it out tossing the damned thing across the room.[color=pink] “No more killing. Ring your friends when you get up. I think I'll invite them to tea deary.”[/color]

He struggled a bit then passed out. Going through his person finding out that he was apparently Shield. Bloody brilliant. Some explanation is in order from an “Ex-Agent” I just met. I found a phone and called mine. Putting it back in his pocket I went over and grabbed mine. Dialing the number I got voicemail for a Hunter.[color=pink] “Ah yes Hunter not much of one are you? Do more research next time. This is Tonic. The blonde you tried to pick up last night after I had you on the floor. Free advice. Next time stay down. Have your phone on I'll be in touch. Be glad I did not turn you over to the demon. Cheerio darling. Kiss kiss.”[/color] I end the call and pad back to the bathroom to grab my bag as a large black man comes through the window.

He looks aghast at the blood then he sees me. His eyes narrow and, hand to god, looks like he gets bigger.[color=pink] “That is not his it's mine. Make this easy get him and get out. He is asleep on the floor. He tried to drug me I took offense and he wound up taking a nap.”[/color] I snatched my bag and ran for the door to the hallway tossing it on as I went. Pulling the door open I skidded out into the hallway and into four more Shield Agents. Me alone with these yahoos. Murphy's Fucking Law.