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Tommy Gugliano turned towards Angelica, looking at her with a fond smile. "Uncle M's not here? Figures. He's a good uncle, sure, but he's a drinker for sure, among other things...well, don't worry yourself, I can vouch for you." His smile was quite unlike the others at the table- it had a certain warmth to it, though that warmth was countered by a smidge of cunning and thoughtfulness as well. That being said, it was clear to see his heart was much wider than the rest of the mafiosos, even if that wasn't all that wide. As a grunt approached, he held to his word, waving his hand. "She's with me," he said simply, waving his hand at the grunt who had come over to check. "Don't bother." The guard, understanding, scuttled away quickly. Tommy looked back at Angelica. "It's not really safe here for you, without an ID. They can come at any minute and-" He was interrupted by a loud yelling noise near him, followed by the slam of a person hitting the hard wood table and the ringing of silverware.

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"Eugh! Get your face away from my ear!" the guard yelled, overly loudly, as he grabbed Patricia and practically slammed her into the table, pinning her arm behind her back as he did so and twisting it, not enough to do any damage but enough to keep her from going anywhere. From his belt he grabbed the small syringe full of isolene that a new influx of cash had paid for, and he rammed it into the  "BOSS! This random girl has a fake ID! And she tried to...I think [i]sing[/i] in my ear? She's gotta be some sort of crazy hero spy."

Vinnie chuckled, currently chewing on a fat cigar. [color=gray]"Another mole? I have to say, I'm impressed. Ol' Powers didn't do a half-bad job here. If the one girl didn't mess up royally, that is."[/color] He laughed again, his pudgy, ugly face displaying telltale signs of amusement. [color=gray]"You loaded her up? Good. Bring her down to the compound with the other two. And make 'em talk. Use the pliers if we have to. Pretty young heroes aren't so pretty with no teeth, right? We'll make them squeal-"[/color]

[color=Crimson]"I'm going to stop you right there, Vinnie."[/color]

All the grunts and other criminals in the room turned to look at the young girl who had spoken up, still sitting at the edge of the table, looking awfully smug. Her red eyes were focused on vibrant as she rested her chin on her knuckles, her elbow pressed against the table as she looked at Patricia. [color=Crimson]"She's with me."[/color]

Vinnie did not look all too thrilled with this revelation. [color=gray]"She's not with you, you dumb bitch, she's a fucking spy! She probably tried to do some crazy hero hypnosis on my men! You better believe I'm going to make her pay!"[/color]

[color=Crimson]"Let me repeat myself one more time."[/color] Katharine stood, walking around the table, her fingers trailing on the edge, as she made her way over to Patricia. The guard that was holding Patricia down, knowing that standing around her was a bad idea, stepped back instinctively, letting Patricia go. [color=Crimson]"She's. With. Me. She's an agent with my father here to check up on you. Needless to say, you're going to fail. Badly."[/color] Kat flashed a cutesy smile directly at Vinnie, though it was clear malice was underlying everywhere. [color=Crimson]"Now, are you going to listen, or are you going to regret?"[/color]

Vinnie made a few mouth noises, chewing his cigar angrily, glaring at Kat, having already gotten to his feet. After a few moments of silent contemplation (it looked like he was going to actually blow up), he removed the cigar from his mouth, spitting down at the ground. [color=gray]"Fine. FINE. Leave the girl. Take these two."[/color] He gestured with his cigar towards Brie and Will, who were currently flocked with goons and being held tightly. [color=gray]"You had better believe I'm going to tell your dad about all this."[/color]

[color=Crimson]"If you want to piss him off, you should go ahead. Come on, Daphne."[/color] Kat tugged on Patricia's arm, guiding her out of the room, shooting one last glare at Vinnie before exiting into the corridor.

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Tommy sighed as the exchange happened, shaking his head, his arm having snaked its way around Angelica at this point to awkwardly hold her at the shoulders. "I can't believe they're making my dad of all people kowtow to this random teen girl! This definitely isn't my father..." He sighed, shaking his head, his curls bouncing in front of his head as he did so. "Sorry, I shouldn't vent to you...this isn't your business. We ought to get you out of here before Vinnie kicks you out, or worse. Or maybe you can hide somewhere, lay low for a few. My bedroom is open..." He said quietly, looking at Angelica thoughtfully. "My dad's on edge right now. Sorry for all this trouble."

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Meanwhile, Will and Brie were roughly led from the room by a squadron of mafioso goons, taken away from the action down a narrow hallway into what looked to be a room chock full of wine. One of the goons, a hairy, muscled one that seemed to be more in charge, clucked at them. "Don't look, heroes," he said jokingly, before pressing his palm onto the lone barrel of Sangiovese. The wall rumbled before the hidden mechanism propped open a door, which Will and Brie were promptly dragged into. The room they were hauled into was a large, warehouse-looking space, with gray stone floors and steel walls, armed goons patrolling the open space and large crates of god-knows-what stacked against the walls in huge piles. Will and Brie were (roughly) escorted down the large open space over towards a large steel door. The goon-in-chief quickly tapped in a passcode, the steel doors opening revealing a medium-sized, empty room, like a small storage room in a warehouse.

The goons escorted Will and Brie to the center of the room, a large square in the middle. "Energy cage," the chief goon explained as Will and Brie were sat down in the middle of the metal square, where there were definitely some bloodstains along with a Hero ID card belonging to Richard Stevens, AKA Thundering Whisper. After being thrown down hard onto the metal floor, four glowing walls of some type of plasma energy sprouted up, connecting to a metal piece on the ceiling and thus [i]sealing[/i] (haha auditory pun) Brie and Will to their fates. The head goon gave a cheerful wave. "Good luck in there!" he shouted, before walking out of the storage room, the heavy metal doors closing behind him with an ominous 'clang.' 
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Back in the manor itself, Katharine had guided (basically yanked) Patricia upstairs towards a guest room on the second floor. She tugged Patricia into the room, which was just like a normal bedroom, mostly bare-bones except for a small-ish bed and dresser drawer. There was a crimson suitcase full of clothes that was lying to the side of the room, and on what appeared to be some type of parrot stand was Katharine's Spectator, Bellatrix, who was (thankfully for Patricia) asleep and not exerting her insanity-inducing effects on Patricia. Katharine closed the door, before turning back to Patricia. She looked at her. [color=Crimson]"Patricia Donnelly,"[/color] she said coolly after a momentary pause, staring at Patricia eerily, before suddenly and quite unexpectedly rushing towards her, pulling Patricia into a hug.

[color=Crimson]"It's so nice to see you again!"[/color] Kat squeaked as she held Patricia in a friendly hug, rocking her back and forth excitedly. [color=Crimson]"I haven't seen you in the flesh since...forever! You look super pretty, I couldn't even [i]recognize[/i] you until you tried to hypnotize that asswipe!"[/color] She said all of this in a squeaky, high-pitched voice, almost like a fangirl, as she let go of Patricia, no longer looking like a murderous villain but more like a fairly normal teenage girl. [color=Crimson]"I mean, you probably don't remember me. We met when we were, like, toddlers. Our dads were very good friends!"[/color] She beamed happily at Patricia. [color=Crimson]"Ooh, Daddy's going to be so [i]excited[/i] when he sees you...well, enough of that for now."[/color] Kat bounced on her toes. [color=Crimson]"Sorry about the isolene, some of the grunts here are very...piggish? They're pieces of shit, is what they are. Do you want me to fetch you something to drink? I know that sometimes the isolene can make you feel a little woozy."[/color]

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As the vehicle pulled up by the suburban-looking house, Blake stepped out, putting both hands against the side of the car and taking some deep breaths. [color=CC5500]"Jesus...Jamie...how...the...[i]fuck[/i]...did...you...pass....driver's....ed?"[/color] he panted a few times before regaining his bearings, turning towards the house. [color=CC5500]"Uggh...I guess this is the house? Looks...pretty normal. Almost too normal."[/color] Blake stepped towards the house, walking up to the front door. He knocked a few times. [color=CC5500]"Hello~? I want to rent some cleaners or something? Heard this was the place?"[/color] Blake then moved his hand to the doorbell and rang it once, before ringing it about 12 more times a moment later. 

After waiting, with no response, Blake shrugged. [color=CC5500]"Guess nobody's home..."[/color] he muttered, looking over at the well-trimmed shrubs in the ground near the door of the house. Weird, why was the shrub wearing a hat? It then hit him. 

[color=CC5500]"SHIT!"[/color] Blake yelled as the Emilio Ranucci popped out of the shrubs like a jack-in-the-box, pistol raised. Blake, luckily, had realized in time and jumped aside, throwing himself out of the way of the bullet and into the well-trimmed lawn, with Ranucci's blast instead shattering the neighbor's car window. Not missing a beat, Ranucci turned to face Rumi and Jamie, gun raised. [color=gray]"Move and you die!"[/color] he said forcefully, waving the pistol.

[color=CC5500]"Oww..."[/color] Blake muttered.

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