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Brie didn't really need to take any of the mafiosos clothes, the two conveniently being dressed extremely similar. She did, however, clear out her pockets; taking her phone, wallet and gun. Of course, Brie had no real use for a gun but she figured it would look better if she carried it around anyway...and she also pegged herself as a pretty decent shot, if she did need to use it. Placing it into the back pocket of her tailored trousers, she stood up, giving the mobster one last nudge with her foot to make sure that she was still unconscious. 

[color=00aeef]"See you later Annamaria!"[/color] Brie pretended to wave goodbye to the three mobsters as Grace shoved them into the portal. A quick scan over her belongings hadn't given much information about the woman but it did tell her enough to know that her name was Annamaria Ricci & that she was 24 years old. Presumably, she was from some small family associated with, or more likely indebted to, the Guglianos. Of course, none of this was of much interest to Brie and she was far more intrigued by the fact that she'd also had several loyalty cards for Bloopers in her pocket. Perhaps she knew Mr. Impressive...

Pondering on this thought as she leaned against the hood of her now dented car, Brie watched Grace step into the portal, only to emerge a few moments later in the form of a floating head. Still giggling about this as she followed her through, Brie suddenly found herself in a messy, cobweb filled shed. She narrowly avoiding tripping over a large plant pot as she stepped outside, feeling terribly unbalanced. [color=00aeef]"Gimme a second."[/color] Brie managed to mumble as she rested a hand against the weather-worn wood, a strong wave of nausea overcoming her. Teleporting through space was definitely something that would take a while to get used to. When it had passed, and she thankfully hadn't thrown up, Brie turned to smile at her companions. [color=00aeef]"Well, I guess it's still better than travelling by plane!"[/color] 

A quick glance around the manicured lawn had Brie spot a set of doors, which were conveniently unlocked. Making her way into the expansive mansion, she found herself in a well decorated and completely empty hallway. Someone more astute might have been concerned that this was a trap but this, whether to her detriment or not, was not Brianna. Instead, she just turned to her colleagues, giving them an enthusiastic nod of the head. [color=00aeef]"It's empty!"[/color] She declared before darting down the corridor, eyes flitting about for any signs of guards or security cameras.

After a couple of uneventful minutes, Brie had reached a crossroads and was pondering on whether to go left or right, when she heard a voice from behind her. [color=f7941d]"Annamaria! You're late."[/color] The voice sounded vexed and also like it had smoked twenty too many cigarettes a day. Reluctantly turning around, Brie quickly found herself face-to-face with a large mafioso who looked like he was [i]trying[/i] to be intimidating. Unfortunately, it also looked like he had drunk one too many beers and consumed one too many burgers, so the overall effect was lacklustre. She opened her mouth to reel off some excuse about why she was here and not somewhere else (wherever she was [i]supposedly[/i] meant to be), when his pinprick eyes narrowed at her suspiciously.

[color=f7941d]"Wait...you're not-...!"[/color] The guard exclaimed as he reached into his back pocket for what was presumably a gun. Brie was faster though, moving her leg to promptly and forcefully knee him in the groin. Letting out a low groan as he stumbled to the ground and clutched himself in pain, the man managed to mutter something that was incomprehensible to her. [color=f7941d]"Figlio di puttana...figlio..."[/color] He continued to repeat it as he squirmed on the floor, much to the chagrin of Brie, who knew she had made far too much noise already.  

[color=00aeef]"Shh! Stop being so loud!"[/color] She put a finger to her lips as she quickly knelt down beside him, urging the distressed man to shut up. [color=00aeef]"I didn't hit you [i]that[/i] hard."[/color] Brie rolled her eyes as she placed a hand on his chest, sending just enough voltage coursing through his body to knock him out. Turning to the others when she was content that he was fully unconscious, she shook her head in what seemed to be disappointment. [color=00aeef]"Jesus, can't anyone take a hit to the balls anymore?"[/color]   


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