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Devious Plots and Evil Minds {Private}

Trick didn't move, not even twitched, when she threw over the drop and surrendered. He seemed frozen but he was just playing out ever possibility that he could think of that would play out from this situation. "I don't exactly give chances for people," he muttered. "But I feel you are redeemable." He pulled her back onto the roof but kept his grip on her. "Please, do not make me regret this," he hissed, staring at her.
Despite her trust in Trick, Viper didn't totally agree with his decision to spare her. She had a hand on her hip and one behind her back. The one behind her back was resting on the handle of a concealed pistol. Any move Agent made that she didn't like and she was going to shoot. Especially any meaning to harm Trick, then she was going for the kill.

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Viper pulled up her arm just quick to block her elbow but she didn't have enough time to block the her fists. But her fists never reached their target as she felt Agent being thrown from on top of her. Taking her opportunity, she quickly jumped to her feet and observe Tiger and Agent. She was surprised, to say the least, at the hesitation Agent showed by Tiger's words.
Trick, somehow, appeared behind the villain. He had a knack, or rather gift, of appearing out of nowhere at the perfect time. He reached up and grabbed her shoulder. Spinning her around, he pinned her against the edge of the building with her leaning like she was going to fall and only staying putting by him holding the back of her collar. If Agent tried to escape, she would fall. If he let go, she was going to fall. It was a sort of lose, lose situation for her.

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Viper crouched down on all fours then sprung forwards, tackling Agent. They flipped a couple of times from the force but when they stopped, Viper was on top. She had a knee pressed against the other's ribs. Her eyes were snake-like and her sharp fangs showed with her snarl. "The only place hurting people gets you is in jail or you die," she hissed. "I suggest you choose wisely."

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Trick watched Agent zipline away, but only for a second before turning towards the hostages. Once again he was left to deal with the civilians. He didn't mind but still. Landing on the roof, he approached the hostages slowly and attempted to assure them that it was going to be ok.

Viper saw Agent zip over to a different roof with Tiger following behind her. She sped over to the building they were on top of before scaling one of the sides swiftly. In almost complete silence, she snuck up behind Agent struck a fist out towards the center of her shoulder blades. "He's right, you know," she hissed. "Leave the harming of others to the professionals." She grinned, swinging out another punch before sliding out of the way to avoid any of her attacks.

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Ace looked up when he heard the police scanner calling all of their units to report to attempt to detain Agent and rescue some hostages. He glanced back towards Lacy and she returned his gaze. They both nodded then sprung to their feet.
Viper and Trick arrived to the scene, the snake woman on her silent motorcycle and the ginger from the sky. Trick shot up to where the zipping started on the building. He had his arms as he stared at her with an eyebrow raised. "I'm starting to suspect you don't think your plans through," he said. Viper stayed put on the ground in case any one fell or until she saw she would be needed.

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Trick clicked over to the bar and seated himself on one of the stools. He yanked off his red-lensed goggles, tempering exposing his hazel eyes, then pulled out glasses with large, owl-like lenses and slipped them on. "It went great," he muttered with a sigh. "And don't mention it."
Lacy smiled at the short, ginger boy. "How do we work together so well?" She repeated, then shrugged. "I have no idea. It comes naturally I suppose." Ace didn't answer, just shrugged as well.

It was late afternoon the day after the whole Puppeteer and Doll battle. Ace was tinkering with a project of his in his workshop. The place was only a few blocks down the road from the Snake's Bite, in a warehouse that he had bought some years ago. The building was full of inventions from large to small with a space specifically reserved for him to work in. Lacy was stretched out on the couch that Ace had off to the side (which he often crashed on when he worked late), reading a book. The only sounds were Ace's tools clicking together as he worked and the soft sound of the police scanners and occasional conversation. Nothing big sadly.

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Lacy gave a spurt of musical laughter, brushing a few curls away from her face. "So it was bad water?" She said, looking at him. "I don't think I've heard that one before. It must've been some janky water if it gave you powers." She looked over towards the front door of the bar to see the very muscular and tall bartender with dark skin and dreads. He signaled something his hands, which Lacy just nodded to and pointed towards the back room. The man smiled at her before switching his gaze towards Adam and waved a hello. Then he left the two to go do whatever he had to do.

Trick's face could be seen physically relaxing from behind his goggles and mask. He let his hand drop back to his side while he watched her run away. "Well that went differently than I had expected," he grumbled under his breath. He stepped out of the alleyway and put the money back wherever it came from. Trick could still see Agent's running figure, but he felt he wouldn't need to follow her. Letting out a sigh, he shot into the air and silently flew back to Lacy's bar. It didn't take him but a few minutes to get there. Without evening caring if anyone saw him or not, he walked through the front door while pulling down his mask. "I see you two have been getting along," he stated, seeing Lacy and Adam at the bar counter.

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Lacy smirked at him. "A crash? Into what, a nuclear waste truck?" She joked, snickering. "And hey, the only way someone can find your weakness is if you let them. But if you want, I can help you begin to understand your powers." Despite her usual dangerous demeanor she retained, it appeared that she genuinely wanted to help him.

Trick rolled his eyes as she spoke, but no one could see it. "You may be faster but I'm smarter," he stated sharply. He used his free hand to throw down a smoke bomb. Taking his opportunity, Trick slammed into Agent and made her release the man. Once he knew the man was free from her grip, he ushered the man to run and so he did. Now it was just Agent and Trick. The smoke cleared and he stood, watching her. "I will never understand why you people do this type of sh*t," he hissed, glaring at her. "I bet you don't even care that you're hurting others. It's honestly pathetic. If you need help, get it. You don't need to hurt others to survive." Trick shook his head before flicking his wrist, like someone would do for a card trick, and two hundred dollar bills appeared in his hand. He held them out towards her. "If it will keep you from stealing tonight, take it," he murmured.

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Lacy's eyes flashed from a normal state to that of a snake then back again. Her father was a touchy topic for her. Taking his suggestion, she didn't answer as she poured herself another glass of alcohol. "It's a bit more complicated than just inheriting my abilities from him, but sure," she answered. She picked up the glass and downed the whiskey in one gulp. "What about you? Did you get yours from your parents?"

Trick just happened to be passing by when he heard Agent's words. Frowning, he pulled up his mask then shifted to flying mode. He silently hovered up behind Agent and put a gun up to her head. It wasn't actually lethal, it was loaded with tranquilizers, but no one would know it unless they checked. "Yeah, and if you do either of those then I'm going to have to blow your brains out," he growled, clicking the pin. "Let him go."

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Lacy tilted her head back and forth as she thought. "There would still be a Viper but I wouldn't be exactly liked by police or the majority of the power groups," she laughed, glancing towards him. "My father was the original Viper, minus the catsuit. But he wasn't exactly the hero type."

Trick had finally finished with the police and personally talking to the victims of the Puppeteer. He was now walking back home, well his workshop rather. He tugged down the mask that hide his nose and mouth then pushed back his hood of his cape. Letting out a long sigh, he folded his arms behind his head. He liked walking by himself, with no one on the streets. It was calming and quiet, other than the soft click of his metal prosthetics.