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Post by ~ N.P.C. ~ on Jan 4, 2010 0:05:08 GMT -5
Ingrid was extremely frightened at the moment, from the menacing look on the man's face to how tight he held her hands. He was crushing her fingers at this point, and with the knowledge that he had a bomb on him and was holding her close, terrified her even more. Nonetheless, she had to try and get over her fear and keep the man calm. "N-no you're right, of course. I- well I must get my coat first, and then we will go. Yes you will wait for me?" Ingrid tried to keep her voice from shaking, offering him a smile.
It was hard to remain calm, but Mike was right there, and she knew she had to keep it together. "I will only be a second Richard, I assure you. Why not pay the bill and I join you in a moment?" She offered with a shaky smile, praying to God for all this to be over soon.
Lai was also trying her best to keep her cool, eyes flaming to see the way this creep gripped her friend's hands and the crazy way he looked at her, talking to her like they were long lost loves. C'mon baby, take this asshole down. She said in her head, training her eyes on Mike and holding Tracy's arm, trying to prep herself for anything to happen next.
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Post by ~ N.P.C. ~ on Jan 4, 2010 0:31:56 GMT -5
The loving eager look in Richard's eyes changed them. Something was wrong, very wrong with his love. She looked scared, far too scared for her words to ring true. "YOU'RE LYING!" he yelled, making the music stop and everyone at the restaurant to look at them. People all stopped what they were doing to look at the thin wiry man gripping the beautiful starlet's arm with a crazed look in his eyes. "You're just going to run away! How could you lie to me?" He shook her his love's thin body hard, out of anger and desperation.
"Can't you see? I did so much for you." Richard whirled her around to face the crowd at the restaurant, making her smack right into some big guy behind him, but his grip on her arm was so tight that bruises were forming around the area his fingers gripped. "Without me, you can't be anything and without you," he yelled looking into her eyes and ripped open his button up to show the bomb. "I'M NOTHING!" People screamed everywhere at the sight of the bomb, some scrambling to leave others hiding under the table with that old 1950s theory of a table saving them from a bomb implanted in their head. "NO DON'T COME ANY CLOSER! NONE OF YOU OR I WILL SET IT OFF!" He yelled when he saw people coming closer to him. The device to the bomb was in his free hand and he held it up for all to see, the panicking and screaming only increasing in the restaurant.
Richard pulled the shaking and crying Ingrid into him and held her tight, backing up as he looked around wildly at everyone. "Tell them that you can't live without me!" he yelled desperately, brain completely muddled by his own delusions and obsessions. "TELL THEM NOW!" He shook her again, hand now moving to her neck as he looked at her wildly. He needed to make her understand that they were soulmates, that there was no one else that loved her the way she did, and he was willing to do anything to make her understand, and he meant anything.
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Post by Wolverine on Jan 4, 2010 0:53:28 GMT -5
"Ggrrr. Some plan genius," Logan growled, his muscles straining against his instinct to react, holding himself in check. Knowing that it was in the hands of Network to secure that bomb before he could do any kind of anything. "Ya gotta do sumthin here, give Network a fightin chance. Blind the guy or sumthin so he wont see him. Mason you better get ready too. If you see that bastard's thumb twitch you better take it off at the knuckle."
Wolverine wasn't used to doing nothing. He was a man of action and most times he didn't care about the collateral damages. This time though, this time was different. He curled his hands into gnarled up fists and squared his footing underneath his chair.
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Post by Cortex on Jan 4, 2010 0:56:54 GMT -5
With the sight of Ingrid crying, the tears streaming out of those radient amethyst eyes on her lovely face in fear, made a part of Dylan go into complete overdrive. Just as the words left Logan's mouth, he instantly blocked the man's sight and took away his hearing. Mike and him had worked together for a long time, and Dylan knew that once the confused and panicked look of having his sight and hearing taken away settled, Mike would recognize the signal and move in.
He watched in fury the man's eyes glaze over from lack of sight and look around wildly as his hearing left him as well. This all had to be done quickly and he didn't waste a second then, getting up and going right over to Ingrid perhaps against his better judgement. He just couldn't stand by anymore and went right to her to get her away from him, giving Mike a window to do his thing.
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Post by Network on Jan 4, 2010 1:37:48 GMT -5
Come on Dylan, do your thing... THERE! That's the look. Now MOVE!! Mike flew into action. His feet didn't hesitate and he made sure to set his jaw, knowing full well that the guy was going to take his swings. He had done this several times before, the panic had left him on about the third time... in the Danger Room back at school.
He thanked his lucky stars every time he had a crisis he dealt with that he had grown up with such great teachers. The worst part about it all was the beating he always took from the looney with the bomb or the gun as he linked up to the device. He was glad that Tracy was there to fix him up and that only boosted his confidence.
Reaching out a hand to touch the bomb he let his power take effect. His mutant gift was quite unique. He had what Hank McCoy had decided to term a 'Sympathetic Nervous System' that enabled him to link himself to any sort of inanimate thing. It had shown itself in such a subtle way when he was younger that if it weren't for CEREBRO he might never have realized his potential. As a young BMX rider Mike had never missed a trick and he could do amazing things, land ungody tricks and get massive air. When he first decided to try and play the drums it was like he knew just where everything was and he never missed a beat.
It wasn't until he was told what he was doing that it made sense to him, but in that moment a bit of the awesomeness that was Mike Rexroad died. He had always thought he was just great but after he found out he was 'becoming one' with the things he was touching it took some of the magic away. That all came back though the minute he took the controls of the Blackbird in his hands for the first time. He had that jet doing things it was never meant to do and he felt special again. He was 15 and he was a rocket to the stars.
This device though, as he felt himself merging into it, was far from pristine. Uggh, did he use a cockring for the central hub? Oh man this is beyond disgusting... Oh yeah... got it! Hardly a second had passed since he had seen the look come over the stalker and it was already his toy, his pulse, his bomb now. That was when the pummeling began. "Ow! Ugh! Unff! Oh is that all you got? My Grandma Logan hits harder than that...and that's no lie.." he grumbled as the flailing increased.
"I got it! Somebody give me a hand here. Oh-" is that a clasp? O.K. then. He was about to 'think' it open when he cocked his head to the side. Maintaining the bomb in it's safe mode he sensed a trailing off, a wave of some sort. Proximity sensor? Noooo.... "Alright, quit hittin me!" He said as he drove a knee up into sick-boy's jewels. A gasp of air and the pounding ceased as Mike spun him around to look closer at where the wave was emitting to. Could it be? It's jammed up his... awww "Yo, you sick son of a bitch. Is that thing up your ass?"
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Post by ~ N.P.C. ~ on Jan 4, 2010 2:15:43 GMT -5
The initial panic of his plan crumbling and the loss of his hearing and sight was settled. He didn't know what happened but he fought to the last drop, even when he felt Ingrid slip out of his grasp and that big dude was certainly a struggle. Richard's mind was wild and in a reeling state, and even when his struggle he wasn't giving in. After a moment, his hearing returned just in time to hear the big guy call him a sick son of a bitch, and after a minute his sight slowly returned too. Richard was too wild, too far gone to stop his fighting. He no longer had the remote to his bomb, but he reached into the inside pocket of his jacket where the small concealed handgun was hidden.
He didn't even take the gun out of his jacket, just moved it to point the barrel behind him and shot it twice at the man that grabbed him, feeling the grip loosen on him. People screamed everywhere at the sound of gun shots. Richard looked back to see the other man on the floor but didn't pay attention to see where he shot. "YOU THINK THIS IS OVER?! ITS NOT OVER!" He yelled and pointed the gun shakily at Ingrid. "JUST TRY AND SHOOT ME, RISK SETTING OFF THE GOD DAMN BOMB YOURSELF!" Richard yelled when he some other people take out their own guns. "This is only gonna end in one way, and thats with me and her togeth-" the next words never made it out of his lips as he felt a sudden and unexpected impact.
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Post by Ember on Jan 4, 2010 14:36:22 GMT -5
The long Yarborough knife that had just a moment before was strapped securely on her inner thigh was now embedded in the guy's shoulder, right in the area with the most nerves. Aideen was less than happy at the moment, a series of thoughts had been running through her mind. From the beginning the whole scene made her uneasy, from the way the guy held the starlet or how he looked at her and treated her. It reminded her far too much of Rumble and their encounters and after two months of getting a good dose of it on a daily basis, she wouldn't stand on the other end and watch another get the same treatment from another man. The look in Ingrid's eyes did something to her as well, perhaps gaining empathy on the fact that this girl found herself at an end that Aideen often was at her home at the school, but a more extreme. She didn't need to be reminded of that feeling, especially seeing it inflicted on someone else.
Aideen made her way over to the scene, muttering something under her breath about incompetent idiots and having another evening end in bloodshed. She stepped on the man's hand hard with her stiletto heel. "You owe me a dinner," she said looking down at the guy who now had blood gushing from the wound and was gasping for breath. She kicked the gun further away from his hand, knowing that he'd be fine once treated. Her aim and hit was strategic, in a place where he would feel immense and blinding pain, and he'd live as long as he didn't bleed out. From the sounds of the ambulance outside, he'd be treated very soon. Meanwhile, people everywhere were still panicking slightly and many had their phones out, all talking frantically while some took pictures with their camera phones.
Moving her heavy velvet dress behind her exposing her legs through the slit in an effort to keep her dress out of the pool of blood forming around the body, her elegant hand wrapped around the handle of the knife carefully. Ignoring the screams of pain from the man, she pulled it out of his shoulder, sending a whole new flow of blood gushing out of the wound. Using her body to block the sight from the other patrons, Aideen wiped the blood on the knife on the back of the guys jacket before sheathing it quickly on the strap of her leg. The whole thing happened so fast that it would have been impossible to clearly see what she did.
Stepping away from the man, her dark observant eyes took in the scene, watching the people still panicking and everyone rushing to help or either to leave. Her eyes caught the unique deep purple eyes of Ingrid, and something shifted inside Aideen. As much as she hated Rumble and everything he stood for and everything he did to her, she would rather deal with it than watch someone else that not only didn't deserve it but had no chance against someone like him. Not that she liked people enough to put them ahead of herself, but now at least the question of why she had to deal with that was answered. If it wasn't her, it'd be somebody else and they wouldn't be able to take it. She turned her head to make room for the people that came to help and walked back to the table. "I need to get out of here before the police come in and start asking questions," she said gathering the small clutch that she brought with her. None of them needed this kind of publicity, especially not Aideen.
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Post by ~ N.P.C. ~ on Jan 4, 2010 15:48:26 GMT -5
When Mike's body jerked from the shots, Lai's whole world seemed to stop for a minute. A scream left her lips, but she couldn't remember initiating it. She watched him fall to the ground in almost slow motion, blood flowing from his stomach, eyes rolling in the back of his head. Automatically she took some steps toward him, and in that moment time became normal again. She didn't even care or notice if the guy was disarmed, Lai ran in her four inch heels right for Mike. "MIKE!" she screamed coming to his side, her eyes widening in horror to see a wound on his stomach and one where his lungs were. "Oh god, oh my god you god damn idiot! No, no, no, no, no!" she half sobbed, tears streaming down her face. She didn't know what to do, instinct took over her as she moved one of her hands to the wound on his lung pressing down hard to stop the bleeding.
"Why aren't you people getting help?!" Lai yelled, looking down at Mike with eyes clouded by tears. "You better be okay, I haven't even started yelling at you." She pressed her whole body weight on that wound on his lung, her hands covered in blood. The sirens outside were blaring, but it didn't help ease her worry. "Hang in there baby, hang in there," Lai said in a shaky voice, her eyes not leaving his face. "It's gonna be fine." She managed in a choked sob. She couldn't lose him, not now, not when he just promised things would be different for them.
Meanwhile Ingrid was shaking like a leaf in a strong wind, clinging to Dylan as if he was her float to keep from drowning. The deep already dark bruises on her neck throbbed in sync with the ones on her arms, her eyes frozen in the horror of everything that just happened. All this happened because of her, and now Mike was hurt. She had watched in frozen terror when the gun was pointed at her, having her own moment of slow motion as she watched the knife come sailing from across the room, and hitting his shoulder, making the gun fly out of his hand. Her head was pounding, tuning out the screams from Lai, the words from Dylan and from people around her, hearing only the footsteps of Aideen as she walked to take her knife back. When their glances met, Ingrid found herself feeling a passing of understanding come between the two of them. Like the girl with dark eyes knew what she felt, knew her side of the situation intimately in a way no one else could.
Time didn't start again until their gaze broke, and everything came at once. She felt Dylan move them so Tracy could get through, she heard the screaming and yelling from the others in the restaurant. Shaking breaths left her body, her mind still in shock as everything seemed to move in a blur around them. Ingrid chose then to turn her body into Dylan's, burying her face in his chest, trying to calm herself so she wouldn't go into total shock. Right now she just wanted to leave and get out of there.
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Post by Ironclad on Jan 4, 2010 22:23:06 GMT -5
Mason cursed under his breath and slipped his Star Ultrastar back in the waistband of his pants. Police sirens and ambulance sirens were heard everywhere. "Get outta here Aideen, get your car and wait for us on the corner. I'll get things cleared up here," He told her patting her bare shoulder. If there was one thing that he never doubted was his trust in Aideen, both as a Team Captain and as a friend. Whatever training she had in life, it never failed her, or him when the situation was called for. To shoot his gun would have been suicide right then, with the Semtex strapped all over the guy, the heat from the bullet could set it off and then they'd all be screwed.
Mason ran over to the guy on the floor that was trying to get up despite the nasty wound on his back. "I don't think so, get your ass back down!" he stomped hard on the guy's back, keeping him down just as the police burst through the door. "Right here officers, he's still armed uh stuck something in a rather interesting place," he yelled looking down at the guy with disgust. "He needs medical attention, better get that shoulder taken care of." Mason got off the guy to let the police take care of business, pointing out the gun that was kicked away. Really he was buying time for Tracy to do her thing before anyone noticed, that and the time for Aideen to get out of there. He had an issue with police too, but he'd deal with them for now, better him than the others since he had a clear head to talk and knew how to distract.
"Yea its a knife wound in his shoulder there. The guy took a gun out after he went psycho and was shooting it off, so he had to be stopped," he told the paramedics and officers that listened. "He got a bomb strapped to him, but it got disarmed, and he might have something else on him so you might wanna get these people out and call Bomb Squad." He was doing a good job at keeping the attention off the others, trying to give Tracy as much time as he could. "It was crazy man, yea it all happened so fast. He just grabbed that girl over there, said they were meant for each other and stuff and then showed everyone the bomb." He was giving them a general description, knowing that the others would be able to fill it in.
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HeartString
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Tracy Goddard
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Post by HeartString on Jan 4, 2010 23:53:10 GMT -5
Tracy rushed to Lai's side. The blood flowing from the wound under her hand was almost black it was gushing out so fast. No, not again... not Mike. His belly wound also flowing at a good rate, the deep crimson a harsh contrast to the color draining from his face, and all at once she knew he was not going to make it. "Oh God, no."
Her saves heavily outweighed her losses in the battle tally of her war against Death and his icy iron grip but this one life, the life of one of her sweetest friends, might upend the scales. I'm not going to stop, not while there's even a flicker of a spark of life left in him. I'll fan it into a flame. He's strong- I can do this, She layed her one hand on his torn apart tummy, softly, gently and in deep concentration began to stop the bleeding there. "I need you to move your hand away sweety." she whispered to Lai with tender unyielding grace and sublime confidence in herself. A confidence that she had never before this weekend known.
As Lai slid her hand away Tracy could feel her love for Mike and the way it tied her to him, to his heart and to his love for her. It was like a golden chain reaching into darkness and she could sense a thin strand reaching out of that darkness to her love. She could swear it was the only thing keeping him alive, the only thing holding him to this world. "Thank you" she breathed out in a hushed exhale, more unconscious manners than words spoken by choice, her complete focus on the body of a friend who lay dying before them.
Stop the bleeding first. Find the jagged edges of the wounds and pinch them, gently don't fuse them yet...just stem the flow.. Good, gooood, that's it! Now the flesh and bone fragments- oh so many, how can I ever- STOP IT! Stop panicking! You can because you have to, now do it- find every piece, every shard- you know where they go just get them there and relax... Tracy took a breath as sweat beads formed on her brow and started to move slowly down her face.
Now the slugs. Gently don't force them, you'll make matters worse- just flow them out... like squeezing out a tear when you want to cry but you can't.. Oh man they are jagged and splintered- but it's ok, it's okaay.. I got em Mike, hold on a little more. Oh GOD the strand- I can't feel the strand "Tell him you love him. I can't feel him anymore, I can't feel his love- Tell him!" She was desperate almost frantic in her request.
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Post by ~ N.P.C. ~ on Jan 5, 2010 0:03:38 GMT -5
"What do you mean tell him I love him? He god damn knows I do!" Lai screamed insanely confused again as to what any of this had to do with getting Mike help. "Of course I do, why else would I have put up with his shit for so long, why the f&%k else would I still be here if I didn't love him?" She was angry again, and panicking and in total despair because right now the paramedics were paying more attention to the damn psycho who caused this in the first place, and here Tracy was using her empath stuff to do something or other to him.
"Do you know what I put up with from this asshole? I been to countless events myself, bought Christmas presents from myself and him so he wouldn't look like a total dick for forgetting, I'm the reason he doesn't lose himself in his mess, and I was the one that got in a fist fight with some stupid bitch for trying to steal him from me. ME of all people. And now you're telling me I need to tell him NOW of all times? If he has any brain cells in that big stupid head of his he'd know it by now!" Lai yelled with angry and sad tears flowing down her face, completely messing up her make up. She was covered in blood, her dress was ruined and everything was just a mess and she felt completely helpless.
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HeartString
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Tracy Goddard
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Post by HeartString on Jan 5, 2010 0:26:04 GMT -5
YES! The strand.. there it IS!! Wow Tracy could feel out of the darkness, like a lasso.. it was HIS heartstring, his loveline and he was pulling himself back from the great abyss with it. Thank GOD he heard her, and... here come the bullets ~PLinK pl'TinK~ The sound of them hitting the floor was music to her ears as she knitted together the muscle and reformed the bone and raw flesh beneath skin that she sealed up tight. "Good girl, way to fire him up- I'm almost done here, I can feel him getting stronger..." I just gotta get him breathing again "..be cool Lai, I'm a healer. Not just an empath but an empathic healer."
All the arteries and veins working?-check... organs intact?-check.. O.K. Heart...START! She felt it flutter and then begin, pumping first by her will alone then she ordered "Now both of you TAKE a DEEP BREATH!" She could hear and see Mike's lungs fill with air as she kept his heart pumping for a moment more under her will. It was like running along behind a bicycle teaching a child to ride it, then tentatively she released it.. and she saw his eyes flutter open. "Welcome back." She threw one arm around Lai making sure not to touch her with her bloody hand,but pulling her close in warm gentle celebration. Her other arm she reached out to help Mike to prop himself up on his elbow and leaned over to kiss him on the forehead. "This, right here, is the highlight of my weekend."
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Post by Network on Jan 5, 2010 1:15:33 GMT -5
*Cough Cough* Mike cleared his lungs and sat himself up a little more looking up into Tracy's face with a slight smirk. "Glad I could show ya a good time. You know.. we aim to please around here." He chuckled slightly and broke into another cough as he sat up full to pull Lai into his arms and hold her tight. A bearhug to beat all bearhugs and then softened it, relaxing the tightness so he could find her lips with his.
"You can yell at me all you want, and yeah.. I know, you love me, and I knew it even before that fist fight." He winked at her and then kissed her again. "But ya gotta admit baby, water is never more valuable than when the well is dry.. and I was dry. All I could think of was you. I could hear your voice and I knew, I just knew I couldn't leave yet. Oh damn, Lai.. I'm gonna make you so proud." He stopped talking, stopped interrupting the moment and just sat there for a long minute, looking into her eyes and holding her.
The movement of approaching paramedics and police caught his attention and he looked up. "Oh brother- oh shoot, hold that thought babe." he said and hastily clamored to his feet pulling Lai up with him as Tracy had slipped off discreetly. Pulling out his S.H.I.E.L.D. ID badge He strolled over as casual as a summer afternoon and looked at the cops holding it up for them to see.
"Whoa there, who's in charge of you fellas.. you? Okay. Listen I disarmed the bomb that's strapped to him but there's a proximity trigger and I believe the other device is uh.. you know up his - uh.. up his, oh hell.. up his rectum. Yeah, just something he said leads me to believe that's the location. So uh, secure him and do NOT take that thing off him until you get the one out of his ass."
He started to stroll off with Lai, always one to think the best subterfuge was the full on frontal assault, when one of them asked him if he was hit. "Nah, new SHIELD Kevlar fibers. Stuffs incredible- point blank and it just burned a couple of holes." He held his bloody shirt up poking a finger into the fabric. "It uh, disintegrates under intense pressure and disperses the impact." He nodded his head slightly yeah that sounds believable...sure, why not? "So you got that guy, I'm gonna get cleaned up, and hey that's a hell of a collar for you guys- call it a gift, you owe me."
He left them all stunned and speechless with his charm and swagger. Turning to grin at his girl he motioned his head to the elevators. "Let's go baby" he said as the pair strolled off arm in arm. Catching up with the rest of them as the elevator doors were shutting tight. *SniKT* A single claw slid out between the doors and they sprang apart again, a welcome sight, even though Logan was blocking most of the view.
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Post by Wolverine on Jan 5, 2010 9:01:40 GMT -5
"Well, don't we just look like a scene out of Carrie." Logan said in a low grumble to Mike and Lai as the doors to the elevator shut solidly again. "Bomb squad's gonna evacuate the building so we can slip outta here without too much mess. Cops love their paperwork and I for one don't wanna spend the rest of my vacation answering questions." He looked at his Angel Eyes and winked "I had better plans in mind."
Then as the elevator started to descend and the floors dinged by he smelled it, and it was everywhere...blood. "But you three need ta do something about yer bloody clothes. Dylan..? Mason..? Jackets." He took his own off and passed it over to Mike. "Here kid put this on, ya look like the mascot for -" He caught himself before he finished with some crude tampon comment or worse. He knew better, especially in the company of ladies "-just put it on."
"Best bet's probably gonna be ta slip out through a service entrance." He glanced over at Dylan just knowing the brain would come up with some other idea. He wasn't sure he would trust it if he did, since his last plan had found a few unexpected snafu's, but he'd hear him out. There were still a few floors to go and he really didn't have much of a choice.
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Post by Cortex on Jan 5, 2010 17:08:13 GMT -5
Dylan had shrugged off his jacket and handed it to Lai without a second thought, mind reeling as to what to do. "Well this place has valet parking, and I can only assume that's where all our cars are. Our ticket is right... here!" he said taking it from his pocket, which proved a little difficult since his arm was still around Ingrid and he had to get to his pocket on her side while still keeping his arm around her. "We can take the service entrance out back and go around to the... oh boy." His sentence was cut off when the elevator doors opened and he was able to see that past the bar full of policemen leaving were the flashing lights from cameras. Enhancing his vision for a moment, he caught the New cameras outside.
Looking down at Ingrid's shaken face, he knew that the last thing she needed right now was to face the paparazzi in this state. Dylan brought his eyes back to normal and looked at the crazy crowds of people leaving the restaurant through the front doors. "Right now, our best bet would be to make a run for it. The service entrance is on the right, and we can go to the valet booth just to grab our keys. If a reporter sees us we gotta get out fast," he babbled, catching the look on Logan's face. "Yes I am pretty much telling us to run like hell and get our cars. I'll flash my S.H.I.E.L.D badge to the valet attendant and anyone there, hopefully give us a way out without much trouble."
He held Ingrid close as they went with the crowd of people, edging them toward the right opposite of the crowd. Meanwhile the police were trying to keep the reporters back and make way for the people to get out. "If we could walk a little faster, that'd be great," Dylan said nervously looking at the flashes from the cameras outside. "I realize ladies that running in heels isn't the best circumstances, but now would be a good time to try."
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