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After pulling up and parallel parking on the side of the street, Jamie turned off her car and opened the door, stepping out. The car door slammed behind her. In her opinion, the drive had gone great. Google Maps had said it would take fifteen minutes to get here, but they had made it in only ten! She internally patted herself on the back for good driving. Glancing at the gasping Blake out of the corner of her eye, Jamie smiled. [color=Goldenrod]"With hard work, of course! It totally paid off, even if I don't drive exactly like they showed me."[/color] She patted him on the head and followed him up to the house, nodding along. [color=Goldenrod]"Maybe they're just cleaners, after all!"[/color]

That kind assumption was quickly dissuaded by a mobster jumping out of the bushes and aiming a gun at them. Jamie's heart skipped a beat as she threw her hands into the air. Her brilliant blue eyes widened, staring down the barrel of the gun. This guy was pointing a gun at them- something that Jamie did not appreciate. While having a strong power, she was definitely not bulletproof. And guns are things that kill people. He was trying to kill them! That obviously made him a villain- right? Right? And she could hurt villains. And she could totally do so without moving, and, as such, not getting shot! 

Jamie subtly angled both of her hands at Ranucci- one at the hand holding the gun and the other at his leg. Glancing at her friends, she started to speak. [color=Goldenrod]"Woh, woh! Let's not get too hasty here, sir... I'm sure we could work something out!"[/color] She flashed him a smile before blasting the shit out of his gun hand and his hip. 

The pistol went flying out of his hand and into the lawn. The mobster's wrist was snapped, his hand now in a position it definitely was not supposed to be. Likewise, there was an audible crunching of bone from the hip hit. Jamie grinned and walked over to the now disabled mobster, beckoning over her colleagues. 

[color=Goldenrod]"Um. Do you guys have any questions for him or anything...?"[/color] She gestured to Ranucci. She certainly didn't know what to ask. 

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Patricia cried out in pain as her face was slammed into the table and her arm was wrenched behind her back. [color=MediumOrchid][i]Motherfucker![/i][/color] That had not gone as well as she thought it might. She saw the needle coming for her neck and tried to squirm away unsuccessfully, only managing to tense up and make it hurt even more. This time, she yelled, trying (and failing) to kick out at the goon holding her down. As soon as the isolene entered her bloodstream, she started to feel nauseous. She turned green, swaying on her feet. This was accompanied by the furious, fearful beating of her heart, and the terrified tears welling in her eyes. She listened to Vinnie's speech mutely, crushed into the table. No teeth? [i]Pliers?[/i] Tom and Grace had to come to save them because there was no way that that was gonna happen. Or else... or else... she'd never be able to kiss again! Or at all. And singing required her teeth.

She had just been about to shout out something very offensive at Vinnie before Katharine intervened. Patricia stared at her, bewildered. Who the hell did this girl think she was? She was definitely not [i]with[/i] her, and the girl had actually seemed quite discerning. Patricia also backed up instinctively with the goon when he let her go, but had to put her hand back on the table to balance herself. Her eyes widened in fear, and her hands shook. What was going on? This wasn't how Brie and Will had been treated, and they obviously knew she was a hero by now. The idea of torture terrified her, but so did this girl. 

Patricia tried desperately to pull her arm away from the other girl but found that she had a vice grip on her arm. She wasn't getting away any time soon. Before being dragged out of the room, she cast Angelica one last panicked look. Luckily, the older woman seemed to be getting on pretty well with the mob boss. After this, she would get the information she needed and bring back-up. These 'Zero' people would hopefully be taken seriously enough to warrant a full-out assault on the Gugliano manor- and she would be saved. She tried to keep these hopeful thoughts in her mind as she was unwillingly dragged through the manor and into Katharine's bedroom, keeping those tears from spilling from her eyes.

She entered Katharine's room and immediately braced herself for something bad. Torture. Sickness. Anything except what actually happened- a [i]fucking hug[/i]. Patricia's mouth hung open in shock. At this, the tears spilled over. As Katharine let her go, Patricia backed up to the wall of the room, now crying. Her eyes were wide with fear, and she held out a hand in front of her to keep Katharine away.  She did have to put her other hand on the headboard to keep herself from falling over, though- isolene combined with heels was not going well for her.

[color=MediumOrchid]"I-I- don't- who [i]are[/i] you?!"[/color] she whisper-shouted. The mention of her father made her blood run cold, and only made her more afraid. If this girl's father had been friends with her dad... that could only be bad. [color=MediumOrchid]"What- what are you talking about? I don't know you, why did you do that- st-stay back!"[/color] Patricia shook like a leaf, crying with fear. [color=MediumOrchid]"You- you're not going to k-kill me, are you? Oh God, please d-don't... why did you take me here? Instead of with the others? What are you going to do to me? I- I- oh [i]God[/i]."[/color] Patricia looked she was about to faint, her face gone white from fear.

[@Hitman][@Amethyst]