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Seductress
Guest
Inova Fairfax Hospital,
Washinton, DC
Nicole wasn't the first person to get there. Five men walked in about three minutes before she arrived. They each had rustic brown jumpsuits, the backs having "Washington Maintenance" written in bold embroidered letters on the back. Over their right breasts they had names stitched into the clothing. All of the names were short and simple, like "Bob" or "Doug" or "Rob". None of them longer than four letters, of course. They each carried either a large duffel bag or a big metal toolbox. The one in front, who was wearing a black baseball cap, held up his laminated guest pass, and the clerk behind the desk pressed the button to open the doors into the ward. One of the men, labeled "John" held a clip board as they walked. "Fifth floor." He said, looking up at his board as they approached the elevator.
She slipped right in through the front door. She didn't have to fumble with some sort of visitor's pass, or answer any sort of questions. All she had to say was that she was there to visit Congressman Clifford Chore, and that she was his secretary Vanessa. She held up a brown paper bag, claiming it was the medicine that his doctor, Clay Wilson, called the office and asked for. After a quick flip through of papers, Nicole was let through the door. When she got to the elevator, she saw it was going up down. Without any hesitation, she went right for the stairs. She made her way up quickly, floor by floor. When the congressman got shot earlier in the day, Nicole couldn't help but think of something The Night Watcher told her weeks ago. "There's an attack coming," he had begun. "I don't know who it is or why they're planning it, but I think it's paramilitary. If they're attacking Washington, it's got to be politically motivated". Hearing on the news that Clifford Chore was shot in a drive-by outside of a cafe by a man in a ski-mask and brandishing a fully automatic assault rifle, Nicole couldn't help but to get curious. She had to come see for herself.
Down below the men left the elevator in the underground parking lot. They made their way over to the large parking garage door. One of them, "Bob", opened up his tool box and fished out some sort of electronic box. He fiddled around with it, finding the proper frequency. After pressing a few buttons, the garage door slid open. Seconds after the threshold came up, the large white van that lacked licence plates pulled in. The door slid open, and six more men slid out. They all wore black military pants with built in knee pads, long sleeve black dry fits that lead up to matching gloves, tactical vests loaded with ammunition, each man armed with the KBP ADS. They had ski masks on to complete the outfit. The men who infiltrated the front of the building started taking off their jumpsuits, revealing the same outfits. They finished off with their ski masks, and then went through their bags and boxes. The men with duffel bags pulled out Saab Bofors AK-5, while the guys with the tool boxes drew MP7A1 weapons.
Nicole's head poked around the corner from the staircase. There was no police. The lack of police was very, very concerning to her. She made her way to the room, knowing the questions that the congressman would be asking. She wasn't in her suit, just a pair of jeans, some sneakers, a white tank top and a light jean jacket. She couldn't just walk in there with her super suit on. Nicole didn't even knock on his door, she just let herself in. Clifford Chore was sprawled out in his bed, looking up at the TV screen that was just playing old M*A*S*H* reruns. He was alone, no law officials to be seen. From the looks of things, Nicole was in the right spot. "Mr.Chore?" Nicole said as she opened up the door.
"Oh he-you're not my nurse," He said, his face growing cold as he looked her over. "I'm not to be disturbed."
"Vanessa sent me," Nicole held up the bag. "She told me you didn't want to eat the hospital food."
"She already sent someone earlier." Nicole looked over at the table beside his bed. There was a plastic shopping bag beside it. Nicole knew that she wasn't actually sent by his secretary, but he didn't know that. "It's funny though, I never contacted her." Now that, that truly was a little red flag for Nicole. She approached the bag, leaning in. She held her ear over it, hearing a faint ticking sound coming from inside. With her eyes going wide, she grabbed the bag. Much to Clifford's surprise, Nicole kicked the door open and threw the bag outside in the hall. After she closed the door, it wasn't long before came flying toward her, followed by a blast of fire. Instead of flinching and letting the door hit her, the woman extended her hand, stopping the door in mid air. She used the door as a shield, blocking the flames that attempted to come toward her. With a face that mirrored the strain she felt, the fire pushed with a great force toward her.
When the initial explosion had finished and fire contained itself, Nicole dropped the door to the ground. "We need to go now, Mr. Congressman."
"What is going on here?" The bewildered, disoriented Chore couldn't help but to wonder out loud.
Nicole hurried over to his bed, pulling the IV from his arm and helping him to his feet. "I think whoever put you here is trying to finish the job." She put his arm around her shoulders, reaching into her brown paper bag and pulling a Walther P22. She clicked off she safety and handed it to Clifford. "You're going to need this more than I will." She said, moving to the scorched hallway. Nicole poked her head out, looking down the hallway toward the elevators. They seemed dormant, as if they had a clear path. She escorted Clifford out of the room, toward the elevators. Suddenly the elevator dinged, and the doors opened. Three heavily armed men with assault rifles and ski-masks entered the hallway. From their movements and their cold demeanor, it was obvious that they had some sort of military background. They moved fluidly, like a river. This operation was rehearsed and practiced, it was as if this was business as usual for the men.
The two of them changed courses, moving now toward the hallway with the staircase. As they turned the corner to reach the hallway, there was a burst of gunfire behind them that just barely missed. They've been seen. Nicole had to look for cover if it came to it. There was another hallway that they could go through if it came down to it, and there would probably be an elevator that way, but Inova Fairfax was one of the biggest hospitals in Washington. There was no telling how long until they found a new elevator. The door to the staircase opened, and out walked three more similarly dressed men. Nicole slid Clifford's are off from around her, and sent her down the hallway that broke away from their current position. "Go, I'll catch up with you." She said to him. This was the problem with focusing more on her hand to hand combat, and putting little practice into her telekinetic abilities. She almost couldn't stop that door from hitting her, so she wasn't sure exactly what she would do in this scenario. Hopefully this would be all over the police scanners, and some hero would be on their way to help.
God, look at me, she said to herself. Now I'm in the position where I need a hero to help me. The men who came out of the staircase finally noticed her as the group from the elevator turned the corner. One man attempted to aim his gun down the sights to shoot her, probably writing her off as just a civilian. She raised her hand up, the gun flying out of his hands as he went to squeeze the trigger. He looked down at his hands in surprise, only seconds before Nicole flung him into the wall hard enough to cause an indent. Both groups of soldiers stopped in their tracks, it was as if they were re-accessing the situation here. Nicole didn't give them the time to figure it out. The gun that she had thrown away lifted itself up slowly, their backs turned to it. Nicole's finger twitched, and the gun went off. It's clip emptied into the two masked men, turning their chests into Swiss cheese. Nicole didn't need to be a psychic to know what was about to happen next. She quickly bolted toward the hall she sent the congressman down, but instead of running down the hall she stuck herself to the wall, waiting for the next three men to come to her.
As the three of them turned the corner, it was Nicole's time to strike. She stepped behind them, swiping her foot under one of the soldier's feet which knocked him down, and then firmly chopped the side of her hand into the second enemies' throat. The third tried to raise his gun to her, but without even thinking about it the clip came right out of the Saab Bofors AK-5 in his hands. With an unsuccessful attempt to shoot the woman, he found himself being the recipient of a more successful spinning kick to the jaw; an attack that quickly knocked his lights out. The man who was tripped was up now, and this time he had a knife in his hand. As he went to thrust his knife at her, Nicole stepped out of the way, grabbing a hold of his wrists and encouraged him to follow through with his attack, stabbing karate chop in the side as he was getting up. To finish him off the took him by the head, backing it off the wall various times before using the knife that killed karate chop, and forced it deep into his skull.
Nicole dusted her jacket off, and fluffed her hair. "I'm either going to need backup, or a vacation."
Four Blocks Away,
Exact Same Time
The blockade of police officers stood and watched as The Night Watcher came hurtling from the third floor window of the North Star Labs funded pharmaceutical research facility. Followed by a rain of glass, he crashed against a police car. "Come on, get up," Came the officer who slid his hands under Night Watchers armpits and lifted him back to his feet. "I have over $300 saying that you're going to get this one."
"This isn't fair," Conner grumbled through his mask. "There's two of them. Two of them! One is literally the six of four different people." He didn't have much time to complain, Sadist quickly created a large hole in the side of the building with his large gut, jumping out of it toward The Night Watcher. He landed right in front of the white clad superhero, wrapping his hand around his throat before throwing him once more, this time into the building wall. The throw didn't send him through the wall, but Sadist attempted to lower his shoulder and bull rush him. Conner waited for the right second before dropping to his shoulder and rolling out of the way. Dark Souls style. The Night Watcher ran over to the blockade of police cars. It was as if all the police in district were there to watch the destructive show. "I need to borrow this." He said, gripping the handle of a cruiser door, pulling it off like he was cutting through butter.
"Hey, behind you!" Came a voice from the crowd. The Night Watcher quickly spun around, dropping to one knee and holding the door in front of him, blocking a bolt of electricity that came toward him. Surge jumped from the hole that Sadist created, flipping in mid air to land perfectly without a scratch. He had an audience, and he was more than happy to show off. He had a large duffel bag strapped across the chest, which was quite clearly what the two had come for. Okay, I'll be okay as long as Sadist doesn't- the easiest way to cut a man's train of thought was to throw another man the size of a train at him, and that's exactly what happened. The Night Watcher had to cover his face with his new shield as Sadist charged him once again, this time throwing a fist. As it connected with the door it forced The Night Watcher to stumble back a few steps. Sadist went to throw a follow up punch, which just warranted Conner to jab his free hand forward, deflecting the punch by punching him right in the fist.
Surge laughed as he shot another bolt of lightning at The Night Watcher, before attempting to fly away from the scene. Conner ducked under Sadist's next fist and held his shield up, blocking the electric shock once again. He rolled away from Sadist, holding the shield like a throwing disc and Frisbee threw it right at Surge, hitting him in the mouth and sending him out of the air. With that little brat out of the way, I can focus on the biggest loser over here. Sadist put both of his fists together, bringing them down toward the Night Watcher. He hit him in the chest with a little too much force. Conner could hear a crack echoing through his chest as he fell backward. That's when the large hand wrapped itself around his leg and lifted him up off the ground.
"Ah, crap." Was all that Conner had time to say before he was thrown back into the building, right through the hole that Sadist first threw him through. He soared through the air like a majestic eagle. A majestic, in pain, pissed off eagle who was going through nicotine withdrawals. He crashed through a bunch of lab equipment and workbenches, skidding to a halt as his back crashed against a new wall. He sat there, resting his head against the wall as he attempted to count the stars spinning around his head. "I'm getting way too old for any of this shit." He finally had a chance to catch his breath, seeing as how Sadist finally wasn't hot on the pursuit. He slowly got up, the rubble falling off of his suit. Conner wobbled a little bit as he stood. He shook his head, knowing that he should probably just lay down and die. Instead, he walked across the room once again, walking toward the large hole in the wall leading out to the parking lot. He saw Sadist, but it looked like he had just thrown something. That's when he saw it coming straight toward him; a flying police car that was missing one of it's doors.
"Ah, crap."
Washinton, DC
Nicole wasn't the first person to get there. Five men walked in about three minutes before she arrived. They each had rustic brown jumpsuits, the backs having "Washington Maintenance" written in bold embroidered letters on the back. Over their right breasts they had names stitched into the clothing. All of the names were short and simple, like "Bob" or "Doug" or "Rob". None of them longer than four letters, of course. They each carried either a large duffel bag or a big metal toolbox. The one in front, who was wearing a black baseball cap, held up his laminated guest pass, and the clerk behind the desk pressed the button to open the doors into the ward. One of the men, labeled "John" held a clip board as they walked. "Fifth floor." He said, looking up at his board as they approached the elevator.
She slipped right in through the front door. She didn't have to fumble with some sort of visitor's pass, or answer any sort of questions. All she had to say was that she was there to visit Congressman Clifford Chore, and that she was his secretary Vanessa. She held up a brown paper bag, claiming it was the medicine that his doctor, Clay Wilson, called the office and asked for. After a quick flip through of papers, Nicole was let through the door. When she got to the elevator, she saw it was going up down. Without any hesitation, she went right for the stairs. She made her way up quickly, floor by floor. When the congressman got shot earlier in the day, Nicole couldn't help but think of something The Night Watcher told her weeks ago. "There's an attack coming," he had begun. "I don't know who it is or why they're planning it, but I think it's paramilitary. If they're attacking Washington, it's got to be politically motivated". Hearing on the news that Clifford Chore was shot in a drive-by outside of a cafe by a man in a ski-mask and brandishing a fully automatic assault rifle, Nicole couldn't help but to get curious. She had to come see for herself.
Down below the men left the elevator in the underground parking lot. They made their way over to the large parking garage door. One of them, "Bob", opened up his tool box and fished out some sort of electronic box. He fiddled around with it, finding the proper frequency. After pressing a few buttons, the garage door slid open. Seconds after the threshold came up, the large white van that lacked licence plates pulled in. The door slid open, and six more men slid out. They all wore black military pants with built in knee pads, long sleeve black dry fits that lead up to matching gloves, tactical vests loaded with ammunition, each man armed with the KBP ADS. They had ski masks on to complete the outfit. The men who infiltrated the front of the building started taking off their jumpsuits, revealing the same outfits. They finished off with their ski masks, and then went through their bags and boxes. The men with duffel bags pulled out Saab Bofors AK-5, while the guys with the tool boxes drew MP7A1 weapons.
Nicole's head poked around the corner from the staircase. There was no police. The lack of police was very, very concerning to her. She made her way to the room, knowing the questions that the congressman would be asking. She wasn't in her suit, just a pair of jeans, some sneakers, a white tank top and a light jean jacket. She couldn't just walk in there with her super suit on. Nicole didn't even knock on his door, she just let herself in. Clifford Chore was sprawled out in his bed, looking up at the TV screen that was just playing old M*A*S*H* reruns. He was alone, no law officials to be seen. From the looks of things, Nicole was in the right spot. "Mr.Chore?" Nicole said as she opened up the door.
"Oh he-you're not my nurse," He said, his face growing cold as he looked her over. "I'm not to be disturbed."
"Vanessa sent me," Nicole held up the bag. "She told me you didn't want to eat the hospital food."
"She already sent someone earlier." Nicole looked over at the table beside his bed. There was a plastic shopping bag beside it. Nicole knew that she wasn't actually sent by his secretary, but he didn't know that. "It's funny though, I never contacted her." Now that, that truly was a little red flag for Nicole. She approached the bag, leaning in. She held her ear over it, hearing a faint ticking sound coming from inside. With her eyes going wide, she grabbed the bag. Much to Clifford's surprise, Nicole kicked the door open and threw the bag outside in the hall. After she closed the door, it wasn't long before came flying toward her, followed by a blast of fire. Instead of flinching and letting the door hit her, the woman extended her hand, stopping the door in mid air. She used the door as a shield, blocking the flames that attempted to come toward her. With a face that mirrored the strain she felt, the fire pushed with a great force toward her.
When the initial explosion had finished and fire contained itself, Nicole dropped the door to the ground. "We need to go now, Mr. Congressman."
"What is going on here?" The bewildered, disoriented Chore couldn't help but to wonder out loud.
Nicole hurried over to his bed, pulling the IV from his arm and helping him to his feet. "I think whoever put you here is trying to finish the job." She put his arm around her shoulders, reaching into her brown paper bag and pulling a Walther P22. She clicked off she safety and handed it to Clifford. "You're going to need this more than I will." She said, moving to the scorched hallway. Nicole poked her head out, looking down the hallway toward the elevators. They seemed dormant, as if they had a clear path. She escorted Clifford out of the room, toward the elevators. Suddenly the elevator dinged, and the doors opened. Three heavily armed men with assault rifles and ski-masks entered the hallway. From their movements and their cold demeanor, it was obvious that they had some sort of military background. They moved fluidly, like a river. This operation was rehearsed and practiced, it was as if this was business as usual for the men.
The two of them changed courses, moving now toward the hallway with the staircase. As they turned the corner to reach the hallway, there was a burst of gunfire behind them that just barely missed. They've been seen. Nicole had to look for cover if it came to it. There was another hallway that they could go through if it came down to it, and there would probably be an elevator that way, but Inova Fairfax was one of the biggest hospitals in Washington. There was no telling how long until they found a new elevator. The door to the staircase opened, and out walked three more similarly dressed men. Nicole slid Clifford's are off from around her, and sent her down the hallway that broke away from their current position. "Go, I'll catch up with you." She said to him. This was the problem with focusing more on her hand to hand combat, and putting little practice into her telekinetic abilities. She almost couldn't stop that door from hitting her, so she wasn't sure exactly what she would do in this scenario. Hopefully this would be all over the police scanners, and some hero would be on their way to help.
God, look at me, she said to herself. Now I'm in the position where I need a hero to help me. The men who came out of the staircase finally noticed her as the group from the elevator turned the corner. One man attempted to aim his gun down the sights to shoot her, probably writing her off as just a civilian. She raised her hand up, the gun flying out of his hands as he went to squeeze the trigger. He looked down at his hands in surprise, only seconds before Nicole flung him into the wall hard enough to cause an indent. Both groups of soldiers stopped in their tracks, it was as if they were re-accessing the situation here. Nicole didn't give them the time to figure it out. The gun that she had thrown away lifted itself up slowly, their backs turned to it. Nicole's finger twitched, and the gun went off. It's clip emptied into the two masked men, turning their chests into Swiss cheese. Nicole didn't need to be a psychic to know what was about to happen next. She quickly bolted toward the hall she sent the congressman down, but instead of running down the hall she stuck herself to the wall, waiting for the next three men to come to her.
As the three of them turned the corner, it was Nicole's time to strike. She stepped behind them, swiping her foot under one of the soldier's feet which knocked him down, and then firmly chopped the side of her hand into the second enemies' throat. The third tried to raise his gun to her, but without even thinking about it the clip came right out of the Saab Bofors AK-5 in his hands. With an unsuccessful attempt to shoot the woman, he found himself being the recipient of a more successful spinning kick to the jaw; an attack that quickly knocked his lights out. The man who was tripped was up now, and this time he had a knife in his hand. As he went to thrust his knife at her, Nicole stepped out of the way, grabbing a hold of his wrists and encouraged him to follow through with his attack, stabbing karate chop in the side as he was getting up. To finish him off the took him by the head, backing it off the wall various times before using the knife that killed karate chop, and forced it deep into his skull.
Nicole dusted her jacket off, and fluffed her hair. "I'm either going to need backup, or a vacation."
Four Blocks Away,
Exact Same Time
The blockade of police officers stood and watched as The Night Watcher came hurtling from the third floor window of the North Star Labs funded pharmaceutical research facility. Followed by a rain of glass, he crashed against a police car. "Come on, get up," Came the officer who slid his hands under Night Watchers armpits and lifted him back to his feet. "I have over $300 saying that you're going to get this one."
"This isn't fair," Conner grumbled through his mask. "There's two of them. Two of them! One is literally the six of four different people." He didn't have much time to complain, Sadist quickly created a large hole in the side of the building with his large gut, jumping out of it toward The Night Watcher. He landed right in front of the white clad superhero, wrapping his hand around his throat before throwing him once more, this time into the building wall. The throw didn't send him through the wall, but Sadist attempted to lower his shoulder and bull rush him. Conner waited for the right second before dropping to his shoulder and rolling out of the way. Dark Souls style. The Night Watcher ran over to the blockade of police cars. It was as if all the police in district were there to watch the destructive show. "I need to borrow this." He said, gripping the handle of a cruiser door, pulling it off like he was cutting through butter.
"Hey, behind you!" Came a voice from the crowd. The Night Watcher quickly spun around, dropping to one knee and holding the door in front of him, blocking a bolt of electricity that came toward him. Surge jumped from the hole that Sadist created, flipping in mid air to land perfectly without a scratch. He had an audience, and he was more than happy to show off. He had a large duffel bag strapped across the chest, which was quite clearly what the two had come for. Okay, I'll be okay as long as Sadist doesn't- the easiest way to cut a man's train of thought was to throw another man the size of a train at him, and that's exactly what happened. The Night Watcher had to cover his face with his new shield as Sadist charged him once again, this time throwing a fist. As it connected with the door it forced The Night Watcher to stumble back a few steps. Sadist went to throw a follow up punch, which just warranted Conner to jab his free hand forward, deflecting the punch by punching him right in the fist.
Surge laughed as he shot another bolt of lightning at The Night Watcher, before attempting to fly away from the scene. Conner ducked under Sadist's next fist and held his shield up, blocking the electric shock once again. He rolled away from Sadist, holding the shield like a throwing disc and Frisbee threw it right at Surge, hitting him in the mouth and sending him out of the air. With that little brat out of the way, I can focus on the biggest loser over here. Sadist put both of his fists together, bringing them down toward the Night Watcher. He hit him in the chest with a little too much force. Conner could hear a crack echoing through his chest as he fell backward. That's when the large hand wrapped itself around his leg and lifted him up off the ground.
"Ah, crap." Was all that Conner had time to say before he was thrown back into the building, right through the hole that Sadist first threw him through. He soared through the air like a majestic eagle. A majestic, in pain, pissed off eagle who was going through nicotine withdrawals. He crashed through a bunch of lab equipment and workbenches, skidding to a halt as his back crashed against a new wall. He sat there, resting his head against the wall as he attempted to count the stars spinning around his head. "I'm getting way too old for any of this shit." He finally had a chance to catch his breath, seeing as how Sadist finally wasn't hot on the pursuit. He slowly got up, the rubble falling off of his suit. Conner wobbled a little bit as he stood. He shook his head, knowing that he should probably just lay down and die. Instead, he walked across the room once again, walking toward the large hole in the wall leading out to the parking lot. He saw Sadist, but it looked like he had just thrown something. That's when he saw it coming straight toward him; a flying police car that was missing one of it's doors.
"Ah, crap."