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We're Still Watching; Warbird, Bishop
Topic Started: Sep 6 2011, 12:00 AM (592 Views)
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I've thought for awhile about how to go about doing this. Initially I was just going to lie, and make up some story about how I get hit my some unexpected tour or something. But that wouldn't be the best way to go about my recovery, and the place I just left has stressed to me that honesty is a character trait that I should probably try to use a bit more often than I have in the past.

My name is Greg and I am a drug addict.

I've been IV using opiates Oxycontin/Heroine for a few years now....At first it was just taking a few lortabs every once in awhile in college...and it soon progressed to me snorting more powerful pills like OC, and Roxies, until in recent months while on tour a band-mate taught me how to do the whole needle and the spoon thing.

Like most addicts I thought I was you know too smart to get addicted and all that...I was just using to play more creatively or be more out going, or whatever bullshit your mind does to try and rationalize sticking needles in your arm.

Anyways, my job caught me nodding off at work, and hit me with a urine test on the spot. After coming up hot they gave me two options get treatment, or get fired lose my 401k, and all that stuff. Needless, to say I got treatment, and learned a lot I learned to have fun in rehab without getting high I even played my bass a bit for the guys in there....I just got out today. Thing is everything happened so fast I totally forgot to tell you guys what happened. And of course they don't really let you use the internet or anything like that in rehab.

Anyways, I'm out now I feel better than I have a long time, I went to a NA meeting and got a sponsor. But I'm still here if you guys'll have me. I plan to latch on to my internet friends seeing as I don't have many friends in the real world who don't get high in some shape or another. But yeah that's my story.
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It's cool man. Good to see you back. :D
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Wow, the first thing that you should know is that you are amazing! It takes a strong man to kick and habit like that. I hope that you will continue towards your goals.

Welcome back!
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Hi, Greg.

Welcome back, and I'm glad rehab was valuable for you, and I admire and appreciate your openness about it. Not that you owe us any explanations or any details of your life, but like you said, honesty is a useful character trait in general. NA is a good group; I hope you keep working your recovery program with them.

I realize there's a limit to how helpful a bunch of more-or-less-stranger's voices on the Internet can really be, but if there's anything I can do to help make the process go more smoothly or stably, let me know?

-dave
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They say that crime never sleeps. There was always something happening that called for the long arm of justice to get reaching. With all of the stuff going down recently with the Purifiers it was easy to forget about the other crimes taking place in New York. Those criminals with half a brain would use this chaotic time to get away with murder both figuratively and literally. While some dealt with the fallout of the recent happenings, others still had a job to make sure that the city was safe of thugs and mobsters. Earlier today SHIELD had gotten word of a local crime boss planning to move a bunch of product through the city right under the law’s nose.

His name was Vinnie Doyle. The man was a notorious drug pusher and mob boss that ran his parts of the city with a bloody fist. He had killed many people, but none of the murders had ever been pinned on him. It was infuriating to have a guy like that walking the streets. That was why SHIELD was about to hit him and hit him hard. The drugs he was trying ship would never reach their destinations that much was for sure. Reina would be one of the agents helping out in the operation. Since her training was only half way finished, she was still not cleared for field duty. If things were tight and shorthanded then maybe she could get some early street action, but for now she was content with working logistics.

Because of her background in communications and journalism she was found to be a perfect candidate for the job. Reina was good at talking, always had been. She knew how to get whatever information she needed out of a source. The young woman sat at her station in the command center of the Helicarrier. On the monitor in front of her was a large grid display of the city of New York. A couple more monitors all showed different information on the criminal organization and live feeds of traffic cameras. Wherever they moved she would have eyes on them for the team. If any backup or assistance was needed, she would provide it. Reina typed away at the keyboard resting in her lap bringing up an image of traffic stop.

Several cars were waiting for the light to turn green. Of them all only four were of any concern. She slipped in her earpiece and connected to the secure feed linking all field operatives. “This is agent Feedback calling all assets.” Feedback, a codename that was suggested to her awhile back. She liked. It made perfect sense given her mutation. “At the corner of Washington and 122nd street I have eyes on a white sixteen wheeler, the Fishy Mart logo on the sides. Three black SUVS will be escorting.” The light finally turned green and off they went. “Alright they are on the move heading north on Washington. You are good to go.”
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New York City, or more specifically an isolated neighborhood, had almost gone into complete meltdown. Mutant Town was placed under martial law by Mayor Risman. For a short while the world held its breath in anticipation of how some 3,000 mutants would react. It was almost a slap in the face for Agent Carol Danvers. She was a mutant as well as an agent of SHIELD. An entire section of the city had been turned into an internment camp. On paper it could have been for their own good as well as that of the metropolis at large. The attacks by the so-called Purifiers were bound to get a rise from Danvers’ genetic kinsmen and it was a preemptive move to corral them in their neighborhood. Those were the orders.

The crime rate in the city took a drastic upturn after that night. The criminals took advantage of the confusion and mayhem. It seemed like the perfect time to get away with the dirty deed. New York’s finest were trying their best to handle the street level incidents but one in particular got bumped up onto SHIELD’s radar. Mobster Vinnie Doyle was busy and he was not going to let the opportunity pass him by needlessly. Doyle was making a big increase in his business in the hopes that the confusion in the city would let it go unnoticed.

Warbird flew above the streets of the city. She was not flying fast or at a great height so that there would be no interference with her communication piece and her visor array. Warbird and the others had been scrambled earlier and hot on the trail of Doyle’s shipment for a short while. With a small adjustment to the visor Warbird increased the magnification and scanned the street below. One of the newest additions to the SHIELD framework buzzed in over the earpiece. It was Reina Rivera who was taking the moniker Feedback which truly suited her. Feedback dispatched information to the agents in the field.

Warbird scanned the street again looking for the trailer with the Fishy Mart logo. The blonde saw one of the black SUVs first and then she was able to pinpoint the larger trailer. The SUVs were probably armored against high caliber rounds but much of what the agents were capable of that wouldn’t be a problem. Warbird veered around a turn to adjust her trajectory to follow Washington. “This is Warbird, I have a visual Feedback. I will maintain appropriate safe distance until we engage. Bishop, how is your position?”
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Criminals were dumb, about 70% of them on average were just stupid or made stupid decisions, which is why they got caught. That 30% though....those were the kingpins and drug lords and hitmen who slipped under the radar, or made sure they were legally protected. But around 85% of criminals tended to assume that the authorities were dumb...and that's how 100% of them got caught. One man who walked the line as precariously as any of the big names was Vinnie Doyle. Drug kingpin, Mafia Don, cold blooded murderer; you name it, he'd done it and gotten away with it for years.

He was one of the smart ones, although apparently he preferred the tried and true methods over being unique. That was why SHIELD had gotten a tip that he was attempting to move a record amount of weight through the city while everyone was focused on every other crisis in the city. That was where he messed up; and that was simply assuming that SHIELD and other law enforcement forgot about big fish when bigger fish came along. He wanted in on this mission when he heard that they were going to take the guy down; and in on it he got.

Feedback was running communications while she nursed her injuries, while Warbird was with him in the field. Considering the amount of traffic present in the city and the fact that he couldn't fly or keep up for long on foot, Bishop had to use a vehicle to get around. A nondescript motorcycle was his preferred method for the simple reason that it was faster and more maneuverable than an 18 wheeler and SUV's. Reina's words crackled to life in his earpiece as he rolled down the street, getting a visual as she spoke. Carol chimed in too, and her eyes in the sky also had a lock on their guys. "Bishop here; I have visual and I'm about four car lengths back and trailing."
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The agents responded with their positions. “Good. We don’t want to spook them. These guys are ruthless and will not hesitate to take lethal action.” Reina typed in a few commands to lock onto their communicators so that she would be able to track their every movement and determine just how close they were. It made her smiled thinking about what must be going through Vinnie’s thick head. He was probably sitting in the back of one of those trucks enjoying a cigar and thinking about his money completely unaware of the agents hot on his trail. “Speaking of lethal action, all agents are to use non-lethal methods when dealing with the crew. Only if absolutely necessary are you to kill.”

Vinnie and his crew were dangerous criminals, but even they did not deserve to be slaughtered. Rotting in a tiny cell for the rest of their lives getting acquainted with Bubba and company was the better option. The man of the hour was stationed in the backseat of the SUV trailing directly behind the truck. One was driving along the right side of it and the other behind. Reina was not worried about the possibility of the trucks being armored. Her coworkers would easily handle that, well at least the mutants could. The three agents riding along in the dark, navy blue jeep might have a little more issue. The driver made sure to stay off in the left lane far back enough to not draw attention.

Reina looked at the map, a large red dot indicated the truck and three smaller ones were the escorts. “Looks they are about to head for the West Side Highway. Of the known locations of his stash buildings,” she typed rapidly, “the convoy must be headed to the one in Manhattan. Warbird, I need you to fly ahead and check out the warehouse at 420 Essex Street. Make sure there are no surprises waiting.” If everything went to plan they would be snagging a pretty big fish and taking a lot of drugs off of the streets. His little organization would crumble to pieces.
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On the streets beneath Warbird, Bishop was trailing the convoy and trying to be as nondescript as possible. He was on a motorcycle weaving through the traffic and maintaining his visual contact. It was practical such that he could maneuver through traffic more easily than if he were in a car. The small team of baseline agents were in a Jeep but they couldn’t close the distance to the target as easily as Bishop could on the bike. Bishop was just four car lengths behind then. That was an excellent vantage and Warbird hoped that he would not look suspicious to the SUVs acting as security. Then again, Bishop was highly trained and he knew his job well.

Feedback shared Warbird’s sentiment that they didn’t need to alert the target to their presence. She then reminded them that non-lethal force was to be employed unless as a last resort. Those were standing orders actually. It never hurt for a reminder but in the heat of the battle things couldn’t always be assured. They needed to make arrests and besides, you couldn’t interrogate a corpse. It was just bad PR if SHIELD went around killing each of their targets. They weren’t the end-all in public safety. There were still laws in place. Law and order had to be upheld.

Feedback relayed the message that it seemed that the convoy was headed to a safe house out on the West Side Highway. Warbird was given the address. “I’ll check it out. Will report shortly,” Danvers replied briefly.

She once again veered her path and headed toward Essex Street. Warbird didn’t have to follow the roads and was able to get to the address much quicker than the convoy, despite being able to fly faster than they could drive. Danvers dropped her altitude and surveyed the area around the warehouse. It didn’t look any different from any of the others in the area, pretty unremarkable. The lot was encircled by a fence with a spiral of barbed wire along the top. There were two other Suburbans with blacked out windows positioned on opposite ends and they were probably packed with armed thugs. Then Warbird spied four men with black jackets walking Rottweilers around the perimeter. They were probably armed as well. “Come in Feedback. Inside the warehouse perimeter I have two more SUVs and four men with attack dogs,” she reported.

Doyle can really afford to pay all of these people. I hope it is worth it for them, Warbird thought. She knew better than to say that over an open frequency when many of their transmissions were recorded. Sounding like a braggart loose cannon before a mission was not something she wanted to explain in front of Internal Affairs if the mission went south.
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Even though she couldn't see him, Bishop nodded his head in agreement with Feedback. "Things are already on point of anarchy, and these guys sprayin lead in the middle of downtown would make it all kinds of worse. We can't afford that, especially not now." He was maintaining a constant distance, and he was confident that Vinnie and his crew were none the wiser he was tailing them; and while he could have ducked and weaved throughout traffic with ease, too much showboating might have gotten them suspicious, so he played it cool. This mission had non-lethal protocols attached, and that meant they were supposed to bust heads, but not completely; he could handle that.

"I won't kill em', but don't be surprised if a few get apprehended with broken bones and sob stories about police brutality." It was a small joke, and everyone knew his particular brand of hard nosed humor, but they knew that he kept good on his word and would definitely expect to see some injuries...non-lethal of course. According to their eyes in the sky, the convoy was heading to the Manhattan warehouse located on Essex Street by way of the West Side Highway. "Copy that." He knew this city like the back of his hand and at this time of the day, he knew of several back roads that would shave a good 10-20 minutes off the drive, especially with the heavy traffic.

The other street agents in the jeep were fully capable of keeping pace with them, so he decided to get there ahead of them. Looking over and catching the eyes of the man in the passenger seat, he nodded his head and veered off. As he predicted, he got there way before them, but since he did, he had to make himself scarce so the perimeter security wouldn't take notice of a single guy parked across the street on a fairly expensive crotch rocket. Hopping off, he walked around the corner and circled around through an alley that led to a two story building; heading up to the roof, he looked down over the compound. "I'm at the compound, team 2 is still in pursuit of the convoy; now we just wait for the guests of honor, and we can get this party started."
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Reina smiled a little at Bishop’s response. She did not mind having these criminals suffer for their crimes, but death was not the way. Within a small amount of time Warbird had made it to the warehouse. Like she suspected the place was being guarded by a couple of men. What she did not expect were the dogs. Hmm, how to go about taking care of this without messing up the dogs? She looked to the monitor and saw Bishop’s blip veering off course. Apparently he felt like the woman could use a little help in the securing of the warehouse. “Warbird, Bishop is on his way. You are green light to take out the bogies. Try not to injure the dogs too much.” The woman had a soft spot for the canine species.

“Control we are still in pursuit,” chimed in one the agents from the jeep. “Everything seems to be going to pla… wait a minute.”

As the convoy left the freeway, the semi picked up speed and one of the trucks suddenly hit a U turn. The sunroof of the vehicle slid open and out popped a man brandishing a large caliber machine gun. It was aimed right at the pursuing agents. “We are blown! I repeat they figured out the tail!”

“Dammit!” she shouted. The next thing Reina heard were automatic fire and the sound of glass breaking. She quickly tapped into any of the nearby traffic cameras to get an eye on what the hell was going on down there. The image was black and white, but still clear as day. She saw the white truck pass by followed by Doyle and the other vehicle. But they were not heading toward the warehouse. On the map, their course changed. Instead of making the expected right turn they continued forward a block and a half and turned left instead.

The driver maneuvered to the best of his abilities and his partners fired back on the assaulting SUV. They were on a head on collision course with each other, one that would not end well. Both vehicles had sufficient enough shielding, but the criminal transport was bigger.

“Agents, we have a complication. The convoy was spotted and is now under attack. Doyle and his crew are not heading toward the warehouse, but instead going down 44th Street. Warbird, disengage and pursue. Bishop you finish up there and join her.”

There was a loud crash of metal on metal with a short scream mixed in. Reina looked to the monitor and saw two blips blinking. Soon the blinking stopped which meant the vehicles must have been destroyed. She ran her hands through her hair and looked to the other agents stationed around her. “Team 2 is down,” she informed the others. What was supposed to be a simple smash and grab was turning out to be a disaster.
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Warbird heard Bishop’s response that he was at the compound. The blonde flew up a little higher to try and avoid detection but focused on the area where she expected to find her teammate. Bishop maneuvered into a position in preparation to strike. “I have a visual on you Bishop. You are clear. Your nearest hostile is approximately twenty yards east of your position,” Warbird replied to Bishop alerting him to the danger in his vicinity.

Then to Feedback Agent Danvers said with a little smile despite the tense situation, “Don’t worry. I will do my utmost to save the dogs. They can’t be blamed for any of this.”

Suddenly, Feedback was swearing across the comm channel. Something had gone awry with their plan. The tail on the convoy had been spotted. Carol felt like a fool for thinking that it could go so smoothly. She stopped her low altitude perimeter sweep and pulled upright, hovering in the air. “Team 2? Are they okay? Any word on survivors? I can reconvene to survey the damage,” she offered.

Feedback reported with other orders for the SHIELD agents. Warbird was to break off from the compound and intercept the convoy while Bishop mopped up. “Understood Feedback. Agent Warbird in pursuit with a heading of 44th Street,” she replied.

It took just a second for the blonde to gain her bearings. She gave a glance back to the ground where Bishop was creeping along the compound. He could take care of himself but she didn’t want to leave him alone. Then again, the operation had been blown already and they had to be salvaged somehow. She turned slightly, in the direction of 44th Street, and shot off like a bullet.

The wind whipped at her hair and the cold pricked against her cheeks. Warbird barely noticed either of them. They were minor annoyances to her ever since her powers had manifested. She was pushing herself to get to the convoy as quickly as possible. When 44th Street came into view she lowered her altitude and scanned the roadway for the convoy. Sure enough, the trailer was protected by the SUVs. In that case, she would just have to take away that protection.

Warbird lowered her flight path even more until she was skimming at perhaps five feet above the blacktop. Flying at that speed felt like she had her nose right on the pavement. She angled up directly behind one of the black vehicles and met the driver’s eyes in the rearview mirror. Behind her visor she winked and accelerated. Warbird’s fists broke through the rear glass of the vehicle. The blonde then quickly raised her elevation and used her arms like the legs of a forklift to bring the car off the road. The tires spun helplessly in the air, unable to get traction. “Hope you boys buckled up,” Carol said instantly regretting the bit of heroic banter.

She slowed her flight and then turned a flip in the air as she carried the car. Her fingers dug into the metal of the chassis and she grunted to pull the car along in her loop. In midair, she let go of the car and it sailed forward, now upside down, and skidded along the street on its roof. She zipped by the car where the goons were slightly dazed from having been flipped over. “I took out one of the convoy SUVs. Two rema…!” she began but was pelted with a hail of gunfire as a henchman from either side of another SUV leaned from a window and opened fire on her.

Carol shielded her face with her forearms. They were using some heavy artillery and she could definitely feel it. “These guys are not messing around,” she reported.
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Things were going good at the factory location; he and Warbird were still undiscovered, and he was proving that even a guy as big as him could be stealthy when he needed. With Carol's input, he looked and saw the guy she was talking about; standard goon with an MP5 hidden halfway in his leather jacket. He was prepping to jump off the roof and go through a complex series of actions that would end with the guy unconscious and Bishop inside the compound.

Then it all went to shit....and he shouldn't have been surprised, things always went to shit. Feedback was all over the comm channel saying that they'd figured out the tail, and while it was so very tempting to hop on his bike and go after them, he was already here, and Carol could cover much more ground...err, air, and a lot faster than he could. He quickly ran over the scenario in his head, weighing the decision to stay with the others against the choice to head to the compound. If he was still there, then they'd be that much harder trying to kill him, putting more people in danger; he'd made the right choice, even if it didn't feel like it. "Shit!!!"

Getting a few more feet, he took off at a full sprint and flung himself into open air; powers aside, falling was always a rush...like a super fast roller coaster. He hit the ground and rolled, coming up behind the guy with his elbow carrying all his momentum; a dull thud came off the sound of bone colliding with bone, and Lucas caught the man before he hit the ground. He hadn't done too much damage, but the guy was ko'd for the next few hours. Setting him against the wall, he dashed off to find a way inside, see if there was anything going on in here since the supply truck and convoy were headed somewhere else.
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Reina could have punched the monitor, but she did not because it would cost too much to replace and she would hurt her hand on the broken glass. She sighed heavily as she tried to reach the team again. There was hope that the guys were alright and that they were not answer because the earpieces got damaged or something. It was a small chance that all three comm. links would have been disabled in the crash. The more likely scenario was their death, which she did not want to think about. Warbird left the warehouse to check on the downed team. “I’m getting nothing but static over here,” she told the woman.

The SUV that had crashed into the jeep was damaged significantly. The entire front end of the vehicle looked like the Hulk had gotten a hold of it. The steering column had been driven into the driver pinning him in the seat. The front passenger was dead as well due to a huge gash in his forehead and several other lacerations. The man that had been shooting at the agents miraculously survived the impact, but was in no condition to do any fighting. Across from the vehicle was the jeep looking no better. Unfortunately the driver had been killed on impact, but the passengers were breathing. Agent Robinson pushed open the backdoor and stumbled out of the ride. “Feedback… come in.”

“Oh thank God,” Reina sighed. “What is your condition?”

“The jeep is totaled. Griffin is dead, Clarkson unconscious. I’ve got a busted up leg but can still hold a gun. Orders?”

“Stay put, agent,” she responded. “Aid is being dispatched as we speak. Keep all civilians clear.”

Doyle lit up a fat cigar and laughed after taking a big drag. “Damn cops think they can pull one over on me? Me?! How stupid do they think I am?” He nudged the thug sitting next to him. “I run this damn city. Nothing goes on without my know-“ Cocky words ceased when the SUV next to his lifted right off the road and was taken care of at the hands of some blonde bitch. “Holy… kill that broad!” Like good little criminals they rolled down the windows and began shooting at the woman with high caliber weapons that should not be in the hands of anyone outside of military personnel. “Get me the hell out of here!” he yelled to the driver. The speed of the vehicle picked up significantly and veered off onto another path while the delivery truck stayed its course.

“Doyle’s the big fish. Do not let him escape. I’ll keep up with the truck.” She then switched over to speak with Bishop. She heard some scuffling over the mic. “How you holding up, big guy?”
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Danvers was still being assaulted with a barrage of bullets. She couldn’t just remain at the street level and let the criminals shoot at her, there were civilians in the vicinity and they did not want any collateral damage. At any time their ammunition could randomly ricochet and injure an innocent bystander of fly into a passing vehicle. Warbird veered up and back into the air one hundred feet above the blacktop. The blonde gave a look back to the first SUV that she attacked. The goons were still trapped inside. Feedback came over the radio and instructed her that she should focus on finding Doyle. Feedback could track the trailer. If they could get to Doyle they could shut down much, if not all, of his operation.

“Affirmative,” Warbird replied. “I will focus on the convoy and let you handle the truck.” Two down, one to go.

The SUVs swerved and veered through the traffic that remained on the road. In the commotion a lot of the cars on the road were giving leeway to the vehicles in pursuit. People didn’t want to get caught in the crossfire. Warbird counted that lucky and she wouldn’t have to worry as much as before about hurting civilians.

Agent Danvers turned and dove downward back to the street. Like a bullet she raced for the rear SUV, it was definitely exceeding the speed limit. Again, shot were fired at her and Carol dodged a few of them but she was still struck. She reached out with her hands and grabbed under the rear bumper. Warbird heaved upward to lift the rear of the vehicle from the road. She slammed her feet into the pavement and pulled backward to slow the truck. She straightened her back and pulled tight, her heels dug furrows in the pavement. The occupants of the car were slammed against their seatbelts.

Warbird held up the rear of the car with one hand and a glow emanated around her right fist. She was charging up the photon energy. Warbird pulled back and punched through the axle of the car. Danvers let the car drop and it bounced heavily on its suspension. She hurried around the edge of the car and pulled off the door. Doyle was not in this SUV. That left one more where he could possibly be.

Warbird jetted off of the ground to chase after the remaining car. “I have disabled the second SUV, Feedback. Doyle wasn’t in that one so I’m going after the third one. We should have the local boys pick up the riffraff before they get away.”

Warbird zipped along the blacktop again chasing after Doyle’s car. They weren’t firing at her as she approached. She was about to reach the car when a small object was lobbed through the dark at her. About the size of a small stone it impacted with her shoulder and promptly exploded. The grenade’s shock sent Warbird for a flip. The dazzling lights from the city windows swirled as she spiraled in the air. An echo like cannon fire rang in her head and Danvers landed heavily on the pavement. “Son of a bitch!” she swore. “That one hurt!”

Danvers pushed up to her hands and knees. Smoke was drifting off of her body and a large patch of her uniform was burned away. The world was in double exposure for Warbird. Her eyes were shifting back and forth trying to focus back into one image. “Feedback,” she groaned, “I don’t know if you can hear me but Doyle’s car hit me with a grenade. I’m seeing double right now.”

Warbird stood up and staggered slightly. She tried to hurry to the side of the road to reestablish herself and regain her bearings.

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