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Patricia had read the files that Brie had shoved at them over and over again. The four of them had been in that apartment for hours, and she had definitely gotten something out of those hours. The files... weren't thrilling. They were mostly about Vinnie Gugliano and his 'family', their crimes, their operations. It was a thick file- she had skipped over most of it. The finances, the rambling tapped phone conversations... those she had skipped over. Most of it was boring stuff, something normal, almost expected for a mobster in the age of heroes. But one thing in those files stood out in stark relief from everything else: [i]Vinnie is believed to be working with a teenage girl with black hair and red eyes. This girl is dangerous. Do not get close to her. She will kill you.[/i] It was a short line, not much information given. It had stood out among the blocks of text, numbers, and data to be ominous, intriguing yet terrifying all at the same time. Patricia had intended to heed the warning, no matter how little information she had been given.

But now she was standing in front of that dark-haired, red-eyed girl. The teenage girl who would kill her if given the chance. Her heart beat in her ears like a symphony, drowning out all other sounds. It thrummed in her chest, wild and panicked, begging her to get out of here. The temptation to run gripped her in its claws like a mad, howling beast. She almost told Martino that she had forgotten her purse in the car, or something inane like that, just to get them away from the girl. But, no. She was a hero. She shouldn't have to remind herself of that, but she was. She was on a mission. This was her [i]job[/i]. After that brief look of fear, Patricia schooled her face into something resembling boredom. She examined her purple nails, entirely absorbed in them while Martino and the girl had their little conversation.

But her head flew right back up when the girl ([color=MediumOrchid][i]what did he say her name was? Katharine?[/i][/color]) used her powers on Martino. His sudden sickness was prefaced with a red, malevolent glow, and then he suddenly abandoned his ladies (ugh, she hated this guy [i]so much[/i]), and ran off to the bathroom, face green and vomit rising. That was... well. Patricia felt a rush of vengefulness at this, and, against her will, a wicked smile crossed her face. She, of course, quickly tamped it down and flashed Katharine an uneasy yet grateful smile.  Maybe this girl wasn't so bad. Her power was... certainly terrifying, that was for sure. Her tone and demeanor were off, to say the least. She seemed cutesy in a very unsettling way. But maybe she wasn't... immediately going to kill them. At least, not while she didn't know they were heroes. 

Patricia followed Katharine down the hallway with Angie, now attentively listening to what she said. It seemed she wouldn't be expected to play the part of vacant pretty girl anymore. Assassins sounded [i]much[/i] cooler to play than hookers. Both were morally incorrect professions, of course, but one made her much more uncomfortable than the other. Hooker would require that she actually do the deed and have the person live to see the end of it. Nobody needed to see an assassin's work. Now abandoning her vacant persona, Patricia halfway zipped up her fur ruff jacket on their walk to the board room, covering her chest. 

Once they got there, Patricia marveled for a second, taking in the opulent boardroom. It seemed more like a show of the Guglianos' wealth than anything- something that screamed [i]we have way more money than you[/i]! But it was cool all the same. The people occupying it were interesting, as well. Certainly a strange sort. There were people dressed like her and Angelica, yes, but there were certainly a higher number of tattooed, muscled, scarred mafiosos and gangsters. She avoided their gazes, instead idly looking about, tapping her heel on the ground.

She nodded gratefully to Katharine, mouth quirking into a thin smile. [color=MediumOrchid]"Of course. Thank you for showing us in. We're... grateful for the chance to be a part of this,"[/color] Patricia said, trying her best impression of a hired killer. She then turned from Katharine and scanned the boardroom for a good seat.

She was [i]almost[/i] confident that everything would go smoothly before she saw Will. [color=MediumOrchid][i]Oh. FUCK![/i][/color] Her mouth dropped in horror- although she tried to pull it off as impression- and she clenched her hands into fists. This could not have gone worse. Brie's [i]boyfriend[/i]?! Her actual fucking boyfriend. Oh, God. They were going to die. Patricia tried her best not to let any of this sudden panic show on her face, instead giving Will (who definitely recognized her) a very intense stare. She would've gone for the bathroom right then and there to text and warn Brie, but the door was blocked, and mafia goons stood at every corner. One would definitely read her text message. Her only real hope was that Brie wouldn't be impulsive and blow up, which was a very slim chance. Patricia raised a brow, pretending to be impressed.

So, instead of texting Brie about her boyfriend being kidnapped by the mafia, Patricia grabbed Angelica's arm and headed over to a duo of seats. Neither seat had a person occupying the one next to it, so it was almost perfect for an urgent, hushed conversation. Patricia plopped herself into the seat, heart now pounding even faster than before, and pulled Angelicainto the one next to her.

She leaned in to whisper in Angelica's ear, one hand held up to block her lips from the rest of the room. She kept one eye on Will. [color=MediumOrchid]"We need a plan for when she comes in because she's gonna flip. I know this isn't ideal, but... what do we do?"[/color]

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