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Blake nodded along as Rumi explained the situation. [color=CC5500]Alright, so there's some Gugliano guys controlling Leftovers. And they're controlling it from a warehouse at a fish market."[/color] Blake thought hard. [color=CC5500]"Seems kinda weird. I didn't know the mafia needed to control dinosaur lizard monsters. I mean, they [i]are[/i] pretty cool and all that, but it does seem kinda weird. Are you sure it's not Google?"[/color]

Blake chuckled a little at his Google joke. [color=CC5500]"Anyway, I guess the only way we can find out is to investigate ourselves. Good ol' fashioned investigation work."[/color] He turned towards Jamie. [color=CC5500]"Why don't you get the car started and stuff so we can get ready to go? And set set your GPS up too. Sam's Fish Market."[/color] He turned back towards Rumi. [color=CC5500]"Uhh, are you busy right now? We could use a little help. I dunno how tracking beacons and shit work, and your tools and stuff might be helpful in case there's [i]criminals[/i] or something. Or more Iguanosaurs. Or actual, real, mafia mobster people!"[/color] Blake smiled giddily. [color=CC5500]"This is so cool. A real-life mafia mission! We're, like, gonna go infiltrate their warehouse and find out what they're doing! I can't wait to tell Angie about this. She's going to be [i]so[/i] jealous."[/color]

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Grace gave a nod as Brie explained the plan, or the quasi-plan, or at least the run-down: knock a guard out, take their ID and clothes and stuff, and move on. It was certainly a convenient plan given the natures of these three mafiosos, but Grace wasn't one to look down on good fortune. As she had predicted, there was always a way in. [color=DarkOrchid]"Sounds good,"[/color] Grace said in agreement as she looked at her target. Some Asian girl, short blonde hair, wearing a fedora with a blazer and pantsuit. As Brie comically goaded the first mafioso, Grace watched keenly, suppressing a grin. The girl was funny, Grace certainly had to give her that. 

As Brie reached out of the car and spontaneously electrocuted the girl, Grace sprung into action, opening her back door directly into the Asian mafioso. As the girl fell back (wearing heels today was a bad choice for her), Grace rotated one arm back, violet energy swirling in her palm as she did so. Just as the Asian girl found her bearings again, Grace flicked her arm forwards, the swirling hurricane of energy having compressed into a disc just larger than a frisbee. The disc arced through the air, smacking the Asian mafioso directly in the forehead and knocking her out. The disc whirled back to Grace like a boomerang, but Grace didn't need it anymore, and so the discus fizzled into nothingness before it fully returned. Grace walked over to the downed mafioso, rummaging through her pockets and removing her wallet. [color=DarkOrchid]"Let's see...my name is...Emily Liu. I can roll with that,"[/color] Grace said, taking the ID and stuffing it into her own wallet. [color=DarkOrchid]"Dunno why Emily is working with a bunch of Italian mobsters, but more power to her."[/color] Grace also snagged Emily's hat, tucking it under her elbow as she pulled her long, violet hair back. She quickly snagged a band out from a portal (thankfully, she knew where her luggage was, at least) and tied her hair into a tight, messy bun atop her head. She then slotted the fedora on top over it. Perfect. 

[color=DarkOrchid]"Alright, we have a meeting to get to."[/color] Grace paused. [color=DarkOrchid]"You want me to get rid of these guys? I think I know a good place to dump them."[/color] Grace closed her eyes, envisioning the Chick-Fil-A bathroom she had been in several months earlier. [color=DarkOrchid]"It'll be a place they never expect, for sure."[/color]

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