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Blake pressed his back against the large assortment of crates, knowing that they wouldn't last long. Blake could practically hear the cocaine spilling out from his shelter behind. He peeked out to see that a few of the guards had been downed somehow. Blake looked over to see Zee. Weird, he didn't remember Zee having come [i]into[/i] the warehouse, but he was certainly not complaining about the newfound company. Blake nodded over to the younger death creature, giving him a thumbs up. Heat poured around his body as he made a break for the door, the air igniting into fire around him as he rushed towards the door. There were two men that had just come out with assault rifles, but obviously shooting the speeding fire man was above their pay grade, so they instead leaped to the side in fear as Blake ran over to the door. The door was thick metal, but luckily for Blake, some poor idiot goon had opened the door right as Blake was there. Blake charged directly into said goon, ramming his shoulder into their face, and sending them spiraling into the wall, their clothes scorched. 

Blake stepped into the chamber as the metal doors clanged shut behind him. The room was modestly sized, with steel walls and plumbing running around the area, and a steel door sitting in front of him. Next to the steel door was a green pad that was glowing softly. Examining this, Blake reached down and picked up a lead pipe that was laying on the ground, twirling it in his hand. He assumed that there would be more goons en route, and for once, his assumption was correct. Just a moment later, a goon holding a pistol ran out of the metal doors, and said goon was promptly thwacked in the face with a metal pipe, causing him to fall to the ground, the pistol falling to the floo with a clatter. Blake grabbed the man roughly by the collar. [color=CC5500]"Where are the rest of the heroes?"[/color] Blake asked demandingly as he planted the man's hand against the green pad. The man quivered as he spoke. "Up-upstairs...V-Vinnie was going to finish them-"

[color=CC5500]"Shut your piehole."[/color] Blake pulled the man back and smashed his head into the wall, letting his body drop to the ground. He stepped into the now-open doorway, ascending the stairs. [color=CC5500]"Let's see how well this Vinnie guy handles fire."[/color]

He stepped out of the hidden staircase into what appeared to be a wine room with two men pointing guns at him. Blake blasted them both directly with a burst of fire, sending them sprawling on the ground, scorched, before looking at the door to the wine room. Fire welled around his hand as he began to burn his way out. There was [i]nothing[/i] that was going to stop him. He looked over his shoulder, noticing that Joseph caught up. [color=CC5500]"They're in trouble up here,"[/color] Blake muttered, stepping back as he had burned the lock clean through. He took a breath, getting ready to engage. 

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Grace couldn't help but crack a faint smile as Tom promptly thrusted Vinnie into the attic, but her attention quickly turned steely again as she tightened the jacket around Angelica's leg before helping Tom hoist her to her feet. She looked at Tom nervously. He had hit his shoulder while tussling with Vinnie, and though his injury was less of a priority than that of Angie's, Tom [i]was[/i] the only one of them with any fight left in him, so having him be awake and in shape was a highly important in this situation. Him talking snapped her back to the gravity of this situation- Angie had been [i]shot[/i]. Grace had never been shot before, but she could imagine it was a highly unpleasant and precarious situation to be in. [color=DarkOrchid]"Right,"[/color] she responded to Tom as she helped Angie to her feet and began to rush down the hallway. She turned towards Patricia, giving the girl as strong of a smile as she could muster. [color=DarkOrchid]"Patricia, [i]uri gangaji[/i], Angelica was just shot. We have more important things to worry about..."[/color] She trailed off as she looked back to where Tom had blasted Vinnie into the ceiling. Strange, Vinnie would have surely come down by now. The only way that he could still be up there is if he was inside...

Grace blinked. [color=DarkOrchid]"TOM HE'S IN THE CEILING!"[/color] she called out just as the ceiling directly in front of Tom literally splintered open as Vinnie cannonballed out from the attic, landing with a crash on the ground as though this had been his plan all along. Grace instinctively grabbed Angelica and pulled her back as Vinnie took hold of Tom, grasping his neck and promptly throwing the young hero roughly into the floor. Grace winced as she pulled Angelica back, looking in horror and taking a deep breath. She felt genuinely bad standing back from the fight, but Angelica had just been shot, which was a bit more of a concern to Grace at the moment. She stared as Vinnie cracked his knuckles, standing over Tom. [color=gray]"Just give up already. I beat your boss mano a man; your chicken shit ass is just asking for a beating."[/color] Vinnie reeled his fists back for another devastating punch. He might not have had the most devastatingly offensive power, but [i]damn[/i] was he strong. 

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Meanwhile, upstairs, as Samson walked towards the sound of conflict, he found a man standing in his path. The man was not tall, probably standing at a fairly dismal 5'7" or 8" compared to the hulking form of Samson, but the man was also very well-built, immensely so, and several prominently scars on his unsightly face indicated his experience. The man, Sal Gugliano, the heir to the Gugliano Empire, drew a knife from his jacket. [color=gray]"Listen here, punk,"[/color] he said with a sneer, twirling the combat knife in his hand. [color=gray]"Your hero ass is going to be hanging from the balcony by the time I'm done with you."[/color]

With those simple words, Sal threw his combat directly at Sam, the blade spinning as it sliced through the air on a warpath towards Samson. Not wasting any time to see if it hit or not, Sal jumped towards Sam, winding back a punch and throwing it directly at Samson's chin. He grunted as he did so, his face angry. He would protect his family's legacy, or die trying. Most likely the latter.

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