[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=Olive]Richard Laine[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[color=Olive]"Damn."[/color] The man groaned aloud as Dean and Silver Spoon went at it. Snarling over a problem they didn't have time to deal with. A problem made worse by Pietro bashing his head through a glass wall. He'd have to take the boy aside sometime and have a word about the fact Pietro really needed to haul ass mentally if he wanted to be what- Richard considered- Guin needed. Whether the Stark wanted him to or not, he was in her debt and thus would work in her best interest. It was a debt, not that he actually cared about the lad. He was a ruthless, cunninng assassin and killer. [color=Olive]"There goes my image."[/color] The raven haired man muttered as he cocked the safety of the gun back.

The second shot of movement that bolted from his leg caught his attention. Ayita was on the move, shortly after Dean took off. The brat was clever enough to disarm three of them before falling. Tripping it seemed, and not in the fall way. His shots range out covering his sister as she bolted for them. Most likely getting close for the sake of her powers. Three agents? No, seven. Though not all those shots were his, much to Richard's annoyance as he readied to duck out of the line of fire. Apparently Ayita was more proficient that he gave her credit for. [color=Olive]"Clever girl."[/color] The assassin chuckled as his snake eyes were trained on the agents.

[h1][b][i][center][color=ForestGreen]Ayita Dyrkin[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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Ayita felt Dean pass rather than see him, her amber eyes locked onto her targets. This was not a hunt but a fight for survival and she did not lose those. Her heart wrenched at the thought of killing more people, but what could she do? They would surely kill her family and friends if she didn't take them out. It was in defense of the pack and she lunged forward, trying to quell the wrenching of her gut. Killing never bothered her, not when it was animals. But humans? That bothered a great deal and she feared she would turn into the monster her mother called her. A beast. [i][color=ForestGreen]"A mindless animal."[/color][/i] The thought echoed in her mind absently. Remains from her fight against Wonderland. Words that would haunt her forever.

But she moved into a fox's trot. Loping over the ground as she raised the gun and shots pierced the air. Seven men dropped with wounds. One dropped dead, her bullet in his throat. It was a ugly death and she wished it was otherwise. Ayita wished she could close her eyes to the horror, but that was a fool's move. Another face to haunt her memory. Her lips thinned slightly as she wished to be far from this damned laboratory. Far from OMEN. But wasn't that the issue? She couldn't leave because OMEN would hunt them. Until she was satisfied the danger was negated, til it wasn't at risk of going north... She would not go home. She would not risk the fruitful range she had run those years in the wild to some war between humans and mutants. Plus, Richard hated the cold. She wasn't ready to leave him yet- or Damon. These thoughts passed quickly as she prepared to shift. A moose perhaps? With hooves and power? They were known in the north to be more arguably worse than bears. A bear might run. A moose? A moose did not.