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[center]January 31, 6:45 PM
Archangel Shipping warehouse, Gotham City, New Jersey[/center]

The large bay door leading into the receiving area slid open, the rattling of sheet metal catching the attention of the gathered goons and bringing them to their feet. Hands went to weapons and  eyes squinted at the sudden invasion of the light from the sunset before settling on the well-dressed manic figure sauntering into the warehouse.

[color=9e0b0f]"Hello boys!"[/color] Anarkee said cheerfully, nothing with a smile that her Angels recognized the boss and quickly put their weapons away. [color=9e0b0f]"I just flew back into town, and boy is that pilot's arms tired!"[/color] She said, holding up a hand and waving the disembodied forearms she held. A few nervous chuckles came from the gathered group in front of her. That was fine, this was just a satellite group. The main body of the Angels were back at the base, this is just where the bozos on the East Side debacle had been relocated. [color=9e0b0f]"Tough crowd, huh?"[/color] Anarkee mock-complained, tossing the arm to the floor and striding up to the nearest Angel. 

[color=9e0b0f]"So where's Joey at?"[/color] She asked cheerfully, rocking back and forth on her heels. [color=9e0b0f]"I wanted to go over the New Years thing in person now that I'm back from my walkabout."[/color] The Angel swallowed hard, paling slightly. Good. Let them stew in their fuckup.

[b]"I'm right here, Anarkee."[/b] A gruff-sounding voice said before his gruff-looking figure emerged from behind a pile of crates. 

[color=9e0b0f]"Oh goody!"[/color] Anarkee said, all but skipping over to her purple-jacket-clad lieutenant. [color=9e0b0f]Let's head to your little office here, I'm sure you'll want to--"[/color]

[b]"Nah, I think we'll discuss it out here, with the boys."[/b] Joey said, crossing his arms.

Anarkee's eyes narrowed. He could be running scared, not wanting to be alone with her. But the way he said that, and his posture... He was confident. Cocky, even. Interesting.

[color=9e0b0f]"Alright. We can talk out here."[/color] Anarkee said, leaning back against a crate. Joey opened his mouth and took a breath, but Anarkee sprang forward against and cut him off. [color=9e0b0f]"First of all JoJo my boy, you can tell me exactly what the [b]fuck[/b] went wrong with my 'New Year, New Recruit' initiative. I know you emailed me but I'm just not seeing why you got run out of the East Side like a bunch of two-bit gangbangers instead of the goddamn Angels of Anarchy founding chapter."[/color] Joey began to interject, but Anarchy wheeled around to the gathered group and kept talking. [color=9e0b0f]"We were ready for Grim. We were ready for Watchdog. We were ready for other gangs. We were ready for wannabe heroes. We were ready for the damn cops! And yet, you guys got your asses handed to you buy a dude in a motorcycle helmet and a guy with a stick?! [b][i]WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?![/i][/b]"[/color] She boomed, whirling back around to snarl at Joey.

"I-it wasn't just that, the helmet guy had guns!" Some unfortunate voice from the crowd behind her called. Anarkee twitched slightly before jumping forward in a flash and grabbing the gun off Joey's belt, turning and firing in the vague direction of the voice. One of the Angels screamed and went down, clutching his shoulder. 

[color=9e0b0f]"[b][i]YOU HAVE GUNS TOO![/i][/b] And Stick-Boy had a [i]stick![/i]"[/color] She retorted, tossing the gun behind her and hearing it clatter before Joey fumbled to pick it up. [color=9e0b0f]"Besides that, you all know what the plan was! No matter what, you stick around and fight to the end, make it clear that section of the city is ours and we will die for every inch they take! Instead, you turned and ran like scared sheep!"[/color] Anarkee practically spat the term, seething in rage before hearing Joey clear his throat behind her. She turned to direct her ire towards him...

And found herself staring down the barrel of his gun.

[b]"Yeah... See we was thinkin' about that."[/b] Joey said, a sly grin on his face. [b]"None of us really wants to die over the East Side, y'know? Figure we gots a big ol' warehouse here, full o' guns and gas and cash, why don't we just... Y'know, take it? Ain't much standing in our way aside from you... And now here y'are."[/b]

Anarkee regarded her presumably former lieutenant coldly, not even paying attention to the gun. Her calculating gaze tracked his movements, the positions of the other Angels, the boxes, the vents, everything. [color=9e0b0f]"Oh come now Joey..."[/color] She said softly, pasting a small smile on her pale white face. [color=9e0b0f]"Haven't I been good to you? I gave you a family here. A place you can indulge your psychotic tendencies. A nice purple jacket. I didn't ask much, did I? Only one thing."[/color] She stepped forward, directly under the oh-so-obvious vent. It almost pleased her when Joey shouted the order and she heard the hissing of gas as the heavier-than-air mist descended on her.

Anarkee took a deep breath, taking a moment to consider her options now tat she was obscured from view. She knew that smell, the color, the way the mist swirled together. After a moment, Anarkee stepped out of the cloud, grinning viciously. The gasping from the Angels behind her sent a shiver of satisfaction through her, but her attention was entirely focused on Joey now.

[color=9e0b0f]"Good mix, Mister J. Double dose of Fear with a shot of Apathy. Trying to make me beg and plead, squeal like a pig, is that it? Oh, what a waste. Not many would have known how to come up with that combination. But you don't scare me. And I don't need gas to make you all piss yourselves in fear of me."[/color] With those last words Anarkee tapped into her latent power. The fear was there, clouding the hearts of every Angel in the building. A simple task to just dial that up to eleven. She nearly barked a harsh laugh as she heard whimpering from the crowd and saw a damp spot grow on the front of Joey's pants.

[color=9e0b0f]"Now then. Give me the gun. And the jacket. And I'll give you some free advice."[/color] A cold smile was all it took now. Joey, entirely intimidated, stepped towards her and handed her the gun, which she tossed on top of a pile of crates. The jacket was next, being slung over her shoulder to hang on to until she found someone worthy of it. Anarkee closed the gap now, pressing the palm of her hand against Joey's chest.

He was trembling like a child, scared of the monster in his closet.

[color=9e0b0f]"Dont. Piss off. The Archangel."[/color] Anarkee hissed, loudly enough for the crowd to hear before she dug her clawed gloves forwards, ripping into Joey's chest. A moment later it was done, and Anarkee whirled on her traitorous subordinates. 

[color=9e0b0f]"Line up!"[/color] She barked, watching as they fell into place like well-trained dogs. [color=9e0b0f]"Now then... Eenie, Meenie, Miney, Moe..."[/color]

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By the time she was finished there were barely a half-dozen of the Angels left, all of whom were sent packing to spread the word about what had happened here. Anarkee stood in the middle of the carnage, smiling to herself as she took in the bloody tableau she had created. Hal, her second-in-command stood by her side.

"I'll get a cleaning crew in here by the weekend, come Monday you won't even know anything happened here."

[color=9e0b0f]"Make sure to leave the door unlocked."[/color]

"Of course, word spreads and the rest of the Angels could use a reminder as to who they work for. No cops though, and I'll keep word from spreading to Grim's people. Don't need that snout in our business right now."

[color=9e0b0f]"Good. And find out who Motorcycle Guy and Stick-Boy are. I want them. Either in purple jackets or their heads on plates, I don't care."[/color]

"Already on it. Speaking of plates, Ray's should be ready with your order in about ten minutes, you should have just enough time to get down there.

[color=9e0b0f]"Oh Hal, you know me so well!"[/color] Anarkee said, striding towards the door.

"A bit too well at times I suspect."

[color=9e0b0f]"Love you too, now fuck off and do your job!"[/color]