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Link gingerly placed the micro devices in his inner jacket pocket. He looked on intently as Bob displayed his demo of abilities.  [i]Are we bullet proof?[/i], he silently repeated Bob's question in his mind.  [i]If I were bullet proof, I wouldn't be sitting in this apartment, that's for sure.[/i]  What he could do, though, paled in comparison to An Indestructible, A Muscle or a Flier.  At least, it certainly wasn't as traditional.  Then again, neither was Link.

"So Metal Man, with a super suit, and Gas Mask, with the hoppity hops and the pokey pokes, are coming in from the roof.  Me and Chatty Cathy are shooting for general entry.  And, all the while, we've got to avoid suspicion, get passed any security, find Bucur and successfully extract him without dying."  It nearly sounded like a question, but was purely rhetorical.  Link just had to keep it all straight in his mind and an audible recap was typically his go-to.

His eyes shot over to Talia's.  For a few beats, he remained silent, sizing her up.  These roles they were about to play were either going to require a lot personality or a lot of honed skill.  He could probably provide the former.  He just hoped she could at least cover the latter.  They could get stuck in queue purgatory if the bouncer decided they weren't worthy of admission and its not like Link had the scratch to bribe their way in.  Usually the quickest way in was to bring some skimpy party girl with you, but Talia didn't seem the type.  Maybe he could call in a club rat or two just to get in the door?

He finally broke contact and, with a closed mouth, his tongue began to run along the sides of his teeth, an automatic tic that occurred when he was mulling something over in his head.  How were they going to do this...?  Maybe if they-

[i]"MESSAGE, MUDDAFUKKA!  
MESSAGE, MUDDAFUKKA!"[/i]

Link was snapped out of his thought by the text notification on his cell phone.  He scrambled to pull it out and unlock the screen.

[code]From: Bertha McBigTiddies

Where did you go, Finger Man? You were A-M-A-Z-I-N-G! A deal is a deal.  You showed me what you can do, I'll show you what I can do.  Tonight you're drinking free anywhere downtown as my VIP.  All the bar tenders and owners know me.  They'll treat you like a king.  Password is 'Banana Hammock'. Don't be a stranger! XOXO[/code]

A grimace formed on Link's face, but soon softened into a state of intrigue.  He couldn't remember her real name, but that lady could drink.  I guess being in the liquor business would provide anyone ample time to build up a tolera-

"Oh-ho!" Link couldn't help the outburst.  An epiphany hit him like a freight train.  He looked up at Talia again, his hungover mind racing as fast as it could under the circumstances.  This was it.  This was the In.  "Alright, Chatty, you better have your glass slippers ready, because I just got us tickets to the ball.  You can be Cinderella and I'll be Prince Charming."

Feeling a small sense of accomplishment, Link felt he was deserving of a little reward. They wanted a show and tell?  Fine.  Without leaning forward in his seat, he extended his hand toward the pile of donuts.  He was well short of the necessary distance, but he wasn't done, yet.  Gradually, his middle finger began to stretch and pop, extending further and further until it plunged itself into one of the donut holes.  With a flick and a turn of his wrist, the ringed donut slid all the way down his now two foot long finger and stopped abruptly at his knuckles.  The finger shrank back to normal size as Link took a healthy bite of the donut, grabbing what was left of it with his other hand. 

"Ah lihk da pink ones wif sprinklez bedder," Prince Charming announced as he chewed, some bits of the donut falling into his beard.  He looked over to Talia.  "So whatchoo do, pinsess?"