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[color=CC5500]"How's it going over there, Rumester?!"[/color] Blake shouted back as Rumi was busy doing some fancy-schmancy computer stuff, while he examined the Leftovers. They looked...very angry. However, it was not the Leftovers that had piqued his interest. What had piqued his interest was what appeared to be a folded piece of paper inside one of the MWE cages. Blake tentatively poked his fingers into the cage, the dog-like Leftover snapping aggressively at his fingers. Blake pulled them back immediately, glaring into the cage. [color=CC5500]"Hey, listen, guys, how about you [i]stoppit[/i] and learn some personal space?"[/color] Blake vented, quite irritated, at the dogs that definitely were not about to listen, snatching into the cage a few more times. Eventually, she struck cold, snatching on the piece of paper just before one of the three-headed canines tore Blake's finger off. Blake stood, walking over to Rumi, who was currently putting a black box of some sort onto his utility belt.

[color=CC5500]"Great, great. While you were busy [i]failing[/i] with your dumb nerd stuff, I actually managed to advance the ball,"[/color] Blake said, holding up a pamphlet. He looked at it, very irritated. [color=CC5500]"...it's in Italian. God damn it, they used the best possible code- another language. Rumi, do you have Italian in that big noggin of yours anywhere?"[/color] Blake asked, handing the pamphlet to him. Even if Rumi did not have Italian in that big noggin of his, as Blake so eloquently put it, Blake reasoned that the pamphlet would be better in Rumi's hands than it would be in Blake's hands anyway. 
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Grace nudged Brie back, a little annoyed. [color=DarkOrchid]"My head is of very normal size, thank you very much. I think you're just too tiny,"[/color] Grace said, though Brie was probably her size and probably weighed more than Grace did (though that certainly was not saying much). Grace tried to accommodate Brie's look as the electricity mutant wedged herself into the open doorway. [color=DarkOrchid]"It's not Thundering Whisper. Thundering Whisper is, like, 50, has gray hair, and is fat and ugly. It's gotta be something..."[/color] She trailed off as she observed Brie. Something was not right with the girl. Grace didn't need to be a genius to figure out what was happening. She saw somebody she recognized in that room, obviously, somebody that wasn't Patricia and Angelica. Grace vaguely recalled that Brie was seeing somebody back when she had first come to America. Just their luck that her [i]namja chingu[/i] was being held hostage by the crazy super Mafia. What were the odds?

[color=00aeef]"Will?"[/color] she heard the younger girl say, and then Grace felt her phone begin to vibrate in her pocket. She recognized this danger immediately. This was not good. [color=DarkOrchid]"Brie Brie Brie Brie Brie, you don't have to do this, Brie, quiet down, it's OK,"[/color] Grace whispered quietly, gently grabbing her colleague by the shoulders. [color=DarkOrchid]"Let's just think about this from a rational perspective. We can follow Will down to wherever they're taking him and after the meeting is over and then we can find the other missing heroes and put an end to the whole Mafia thing and-"[/color]

[color=00aeef]"What the fuck!? Those bastards - I'm gonna kill them!"[/color]

[color=DarkOrchid]"Briannayoufuckingbitchdon'tyoudareblowthemission!"[/color] Grace hissed quickly into Brie's ear, but she had went full rampage mode, swinging the oak door opening hard and clocking the guard on the other side of the door roughly, causing him to fall to the ground. It would've been funny in any other circumstances, but Grace was currently in panic mode. She dove back out of sight as Brie stormed into the room. Grace hissed as she pressed against the wall, out of side from the mafiosos currently attending the meeting.[color=DarkOrchid]"Geu nyeon-eun modeun geos-eul mangchilgeoya!"[/color] Grace hissed again in a very angry, Korean, profanity-laden curse before looking over at the room again, where all hell was starting to break loose.

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Vinnie Gugliano looked over at the intruder, startled, as she burst into the room. There were several audible gasps, Tommy included, as Brie took out the guarding mafioso and entered the room after releasing a suspicious outcry from outside the door. Some of the mobsters went for their guns, but Vinnie Gugliano, to his credit, regained his composure very quickly. He looked over at Brie, smiling, his arms folded. [color=gray]"Nice recovery, of course, but you aren't fooling anybody, intruder."[/color] He lifted Will out of Grapeland and threw him into the arms of two goons. [color=gray]"And that is not a very polite way of introducing yourself! Malady, how about you teach our guest some manners?"[/color]

[color=Crimson]"Can do, Mr. Bossman,"[/color] the teen girl said, turning to face Brie as a red, miasmic smoke began to emit from her body, floating towards Brie quickly and wrapping around her, darting up her nostrils and into her mouth like smoke serpents. Almost immediately, Brie began to experience terrible, terrible stomach cramping and a great bout of nausea overcome her as the mysterious red smoke took over the air around her, as if it had a mind of its own. As Brie was overtaken by the spontaneous illness, Katherine examined her nails, before turning back to Vinnie Gugliano. [color=Crimson]"That should be her all taken care of, sir."[/color]

[color=gray]"Excellent. Take her and the blonde one to the compound. Before we send them off to Zero, I have some questions I'd like to ask. Maybe you'd be off assistance, Katharine?"[/color] He looked over at the teen girl, who shrugged nonchalantly. [color=gray]"This intrusion, while fortunate for now, cannot stand. Sal, I want you to organize a lockdown on the promises. Nobody comes in and out until I can verify the IDs of every single person here. Guests, I encourage you to enjoy the amenities of the villa, maybe sample some of our Gugliano Wines and fine cheeses, and simply wait until this procedure is over. With luck, none of your are dirty, stinking heroes, but in case we have a bad infestation of spies...the exterminator is in."[/color] The mob boss guffawed. [color=gray]"Well, meeting dismissed. Sal, bring the men around to check everybody out. I want to know every single person in here is on my side. If they can't figure out who they are, send them down with the heroes."[/color]

Sal nodded as he and a couple goons began to question some of the many guests for the meeting. Meanwhile, as Katharine sat down, still looking at her fingernails, one of the goons knelt down next to Brie with a needle of isolene. He gave her a (very) painful shot to the back of the neck full of the fluid before pinning her arms behind her back and pulling her to her feet. "You can let her go, Malady," the grunt said, with the teen girl nodding and snapping her fingers, relieving Brie of her illness but leaving her very much powerless. As Brie was forced by the imposing grunt over to Will's side, some other goons were checking IDs as the guests began to scatter across the mansion. The meeting had ended.

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Grace looked over at Tom in a panic. [color=DarkOrchid]"They're going to find us soon! We have to get out!"[/color] she whispered to her one ally who was not in danger. [color=DarkOrchid]"I'm a little low on steam right now but I think if we can get Patricia and Angelica I might be able to take us off the premises, at least. What do you think?"[/color] Her nervousness was clear as day as she stared at Tom in panic. [color=DarkOrchid]"We have to go. I don't want to find out firsthand what they do to heroes. Whatever these pieces of shit are doing, I can't imagine that it's anything positive."[/color]

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