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No Rest for the Wicked; Reverselle
Topic Started: Apr 16 2014, 08:07 PM (500 Views)
Mala Suerte
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March 31st
11am



Two days ago there had been an attack in Baltimore that resulted in the death of two mutants. They were attacked in their home, beaten half to death then set ablaze along with their home. News like that had been surging from the state of Maryland lately, and every single victim of the horrendous crimes had been mutant. It was perfectly clear that the people responsible held a tremendous amount of hatred for the mutant race and wanted to see them extinct. The ways that the victims were killed seemed very familiar which was what led SHIELD to the conclusion that a certain group they’d dealt with in the past was involved. The Church of Humanity, a name no mutant that knew about them said without at least a little bit of malice.

Since it seemed like the Church was focusing there efforts in Maryland, for now at least, it was only natural to believe that Congressman Caroline Becker was involved. Maybe not directly, but she had to at least know something given her ties to the hateful organization. That woman hadn’t exactly been quiet about her anti-mutant views. People like that didn’t need to be in positions of power of any kind. Their words had too much damn influence over the weak-minded and stupid. They lived in a free country, but it was in Zita’s opinion that people with hateful views of others or different cultures should just shut the hell up and not be able to openly spread their hate or great disdain. Nothing good ever came of it. Zita sat back in her seat, sipping a glass of orange juice as she waited for her charge to arrive at the small eatery.

Elle Becker. After a couple of high risk missions that could have killed her a thousand times over Zita volunteered to be the one to bring in the young girl for questioning. Something low key would be a nice change in pace for the woman. SHIELD wanted to bring in Elle to see if she could give them any sort of information on her mother and the people that she associated with, the kind of people that could get behind killing a bunch of innocent mutants. Zita looked down at her watch then yawned before taking another drink of her beverage.
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Elle didn't want to be concerned with this situation, but she was. For multiple reasons. She wanted to just be a kid at school (even if it was a weird school), but she hadn't been able to resist reading the news. She'd been keeping up with her mother's political career, of course. Now that she'd become a highlight of one of the Congresswoman's big talking points, what she was up to was even more important than when she was just the supportive daughter.

Her mother had never specifically said she wanted to harm any mutants, except for the one that was already dead. Not even in the privacy of their own home. Sure, she wanted them kept separate from normal humans, registered, watched, controlled. But Elle didn't think she'd really want to kill one that wasn't a present thread.

Now, the people she associated with? They were the ones that really scared her. They were the ones that kept her from visiting her mother, or leaving the relative safety of the mansion at all. It had taken her months to work up the confidence to venture as far as quiet little nearby North Salem alone. Months of training with her powers. Her field trips under supervision had proven she wasn't a danger to anyone else, but now she was fairly sure she could protect herself as well. Still, it had taken the promise of a SHIELD agent with powers of her own to really convince her.

Elle had enjoyed the brief moments of freedom, wandering the town for an hour or so before the meeting. Browsing, snacking. Enjoying watching the boring, normal people going about their lives. Nobody flying or teleporting. It was nice. Eventually her free time was up, and the chirping chime of the cafe's door announced her entrance. The black-haired girl surveyed the small crowd as she walked further in, trying to identify the agent from the information she'd been given.
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Mala Suerte
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A lot lately, Zita had been thinking about the future, specifically her future. Was working for the government for the rest of her life really what she was going to do? The benefits were nice and the pay was better than most jobs, but sometimes Zita wanted to say screw it all and just walk away to live a relatively normal life. That was a hard task given her state of mind. The life that she had lived thus far made a normal one seem all but impossible. She’d been around the world, seen places that civilians never knew existed, done things that belonged on the pages of a comic book. What would she do with herself, with all the free time? There was Cain, but she didn’t want him to quit his lifestyle just because she often thought about hanging it up. That wasn’t fair to him.

Thinking more about the future and what it could possibly hold for her life would have to come later. Right now she had something else to put her mind toward. That something had just walked through the front door of the building and was looking like a lost pup. Zita finished off the rest of her beverage as she lifted her left arm up to get the girl’s attention. She stood up and strolled over to her with a smile on her face. Zita didn’t know exactly what the relationship between the x-people and SHIELD was like these days, so it was best to try to be as friendly as possible. She didn’t keep up with the politics. That was someone else’s job. Her job was to get things done.

Zita flashed Elle her badge as she introduced herself. “Elle Becker, I’m agent Rivera. But you can call me Zita. Follow me and we’ll head on out. If you have questions wait until we’re in my car. Come on.” She turned and headed out of the shop, almost immediately grabbing a lighter from her pants to light the half smoked cigarette tucked behind her ear. Smiling, she said, “Terrible habit I know, but it gets me through a lot.” Zita unlocked the doors to her black ’69 Camaro then lit the cigarette before stepping into the car.
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Zita's movement drew her attention successfully, and there was only a brief pause before she recognized the agent. Even with a bit of advance warning, she wasn't quite what Elle was expecting. She'd seen plenty of SHIELD agents by now, but one that seemed to be trying to blend in was new to her. It had always been uniforms until now. Not counting the one costume.

Elle returned the smile, looking up at the taller agent as she flashed that badge. "Oh, alright." Maybe this assignment had interrupted her day off? She seemed to be the most informal government agent she'd ever met. "What, like, the pasta?" She giggled at the thought, following the older woman outside.

She'd seen the muscle car waiting outside on her way in, but she hadn't pad it any attention. The young mutant had thought it much more likely they'd be heading for one of the dark SUVs parked nearby, or perhaps one of the boring midsize cars. "This is yours?" She paused by the door, seeming unsure. "Do you, uh, get into a lot of high speed chases or something?"

Elle had already settled into the passenger's seat before she noticed the cigarette Zita had just lit. Her nose immediately wrinkled as she hurried to make sure the window on her side was rolled down. "Ugh. We're not going far, are we?" She was certain the whole car smelled like an ashtray. This road trip was already looking grim.
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“Heh, hadn’t heard that one before.” Of course she had. Zita wasn’t exactly an everyday name. “More like the saint.” It was kind of funny since the woman was nowhere near sainthood. She wasn’t exactly a demon, but her past actions put her pretty damn close. The redeeming factor was that she didn’t kill indiscriminately and without reason… if that truly was a redeeming factor. Zita smiled and nodded. “Ha! Had this bad boy for about seven years now. You wouldn’t believe the kind of shit we’ve been through together.” She loved her car pure and simple. She bought it back in Memphis and hadn’t even thought about possibly getting another ever since. It was a classic with a couple of modern adjustments, and its horses could outrun the best.

Once they were both inside she cranked up the beast, the engine roared like thunder. “Don’t worry kid. Our destination ain’t that far from here.” With that said they were soon on their way. The safe house was only a couple of blocks away and was being guarded by several other agents, so once they arrived she could be on her way. Zita tapped the cigarette to knock the ash into the tray while blowing the smoke out of her window. “Just so we’re clear, no one thinks that you had any kind of involvement in the stuff that’s been going down in Maryland. When we get to the safe house you’ll be handed off to a couple of other agents that will question you about your mother and her associates.” Being picked up by SHIELD had to be somewhat intimidating. They were an organization filled with highly trained individuals, most of which the world was kept in the dark about. She was one of those that the world didn’t really need to know.

Zita turned on the radio to something in the alternative rock genre and kept the volume at a decent level. “I know there’re some things on your mind, right? Go ahead and ask, chica. I’ll answer what I can.”
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"Oh, uh, right." She just nodded at the correction about Zita's namesake. Elle had no idea who that was. The car roaring to life spooked her a bit, making her flinch and brace herself as they pulled out onto the road. Even though her new acquaintance claimed they weren't driving very far, she already wanted to just get out and walk.

Elle clenched her jaw and nodded as the agent tried to soothe any worries she might have about the situation back home. "Of course I don't have anything to do with it. I've been stuck at Mutant High for, like, half a year now. A whole semester." She shook her head at the thought.

The agent's last comments prompted Elle to turn away from the window to face her again, although she still eyed the lit cigarette warily. "My mom's not involved in this thing either. It's probably not even any of the people she actually associates with. You guys don't really think she'd go around killing people, do you?" She shook her head again, frowning.

"But one of those people from the Church probably knows somebody crazy enough to really want to go out and kill mutants. That's why I haven't, you know, gone home to visit recently." Elle hadn't been featured on the news in months, although her mother still sometimes brought her up. The big mess last year had given her plenty of new ammunition.

Something finally clicked. "Wait, handed off? You're sticking around, right?" She looked over the oddly casual agent again. "That was, like, the main reason I agreed to come along. Alone. You're supposed to have powers. Like Captain Britain!" Elle was starting to worry. "Crazy mutants tried to kill me. Twice. And there's plenty of normal humans I'm not interested in running into alone, either."
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"Or so you think. Your mother might not be the one out there pulling the trigger, but I'm willing to bet she knows who is. People like her don't like to get their hands dirty, so they align with those that just don't care. It's naive to think otherwise." Zita knew the type. Hell she had been hired plenty of times by politicians and business heads that wanted to keep themselves out of the eye of the law. No dirt no proof. She didn't know Elle's mother personally, but given the past it was a fair assessment. Zita was starting to think that Elle really didn't know anything, at least anything useful. Maybe it being her mother was clouding judgement. But that was not for her to determine. That was some other agent's concern. All she was here to do was guarantee a safe delivery, simple and mellow.

Zita flicked what little remained of the cigarette out of the window. As they came to a stop light she looked over to her passenger who now sounded worried. She sighed. "Look I only took this job because of the ease. No one told me that I had to stick around as some superpowered buffer. But if that's what's going to keep you from bolting then fine. I ain't got shit else to do." Truthfully she kind of did. She had planned on going straight to the gun range after dropping her off then catching a movie. Good thing none of that was really important. The light turned green and off they went again. Zita listened to what Elle had to say on the matter.

Before they could clear the second crossing, a black van smashed into the back left side of the car, sending them into a spin out. "Shit!" She managed to regain control of the car and swerved to avoid a head on collision with a fire hydrant. Instead the car came to a jerking stop by the curb. Zita was dazed. The side of her forehead had been cut open from slamming into the window. Blood trickled from the wound. "Uughh," she groaned. "Elle... you with me?" She could hear the sound of car doors slamming close by. Whoever hit them was coming closer on foot. She looked into the rearview mirror. She saw four men wearing ski masks and carrying guns coming for them. "Whatever you do, do not leave this car." Zita popped open the glove box and retrieved the 9mm inside.

She winked at Elle while her body transformed into solid titanium as she stepped out of the vehicle, gun raised.
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"My dad was always a politician, and my mom always supported him. Even after everything that's happened, she still thinks we can pass laws and stuff to fix everything. She'd rather see all you mutants with null cuffs on, shipped off to some island. Kinda like Australia."

After Zita declared she'd stick around, Elle relaxed again. As much as she had so far, at least. The cigarette disappearing might have helped as well. "Thanks. I mean, I went shopping just fine, but, you never know." She shrugged, before managing a smile for the agent.

Unfortunately, feeling safer meant she'd stop feeling so anxious and let her guard down. Without any sort of warning, the powers that seemed to go off reflexively for even the most minor threats didn't have time to do much. Her hair flashed white at the noise and impact, but by then there was no longer anything moving towards her to reverse away. With her window down, she was thankfully too short to really bump her head into anything. Her side and arm bounced roughly off the door, however, as the seat belt held her firmly.

Elle was whipped about, sore and disoriented as the muscle car finally came to a clumsy halt. Now that she was ready, adrenaline pumping, she wouldn't be caught off guard again. She hadn't realized she'd been screaming until the agent tried to get her attention. Managing to swallow that down, she nodded, wincing at her sore neck and shoulder when she moved. "I th-think I'm fine. Did somebody...did they run the light?"

The situation was cleared up as she twisted to look back at the other car, once she heard the slamming doors. Her aches were forgotten as she frantically tried to unbuckle her seat belt, red eyes wide as she stared back at the approaching men, giving Zita plenty of room to reach over and into the glovebox. Elle turned back to look at the agent as she heard the warning, letting out a little squawk at her transformation.

It took a blink or two for her to soak it in, but that shock quickly faded. She was more than familiar with Micah, and she knew one of the teachers could do a similar trick, so it wasn't too surprising. Elle nodded quickly at the order. "R-right." Her belt was off, so now she could twist around to look out the rear window, both hands tightly gripping the seat she was now kneeling in.
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Mala Suerte
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This was the last damn thing that she needed right now. She knew right away that these gun-totting jackasses were not just randomly attacking. They had been targeted for a reason and she figured that that reason had to be Elle. Why else would they decide to attack an agent of SHIELD out of the blue? Zita had enemies, but all of them that knew she was an agent were way too smart to try and take her down in the middle of the street like this. These dudes were amateurs. But that didn’t make their guns any less dangerous. As they opened fire so did she. The bullets pinged off of her metal body. Some flew wild while others dropped to the ground harmlessly. They on the other hand were not so lucky. The first guy received a bullet to the left shin, then the right. He fell to the ground, but kept on firing.

“Off the streets!” she yelled to the few civilians that were running about like headless chickens. She hated it these assholes for picking such a populated area. Not only did she have to think about Elle, but all of them as well. This was when being a good guy sucked. Zita holstered the gun and charged right at the group of assailants. Taking them down fast and hard was the key here so that no civilians would be injured. Her footsteps left small indents in the pavement.

“Death to the mutie!” one man yelled.

“Yea yea heard it all before.” Zita grabbed hold of his gun with one hand and punched it in half with the other. She then backhanded him hard enough to knock him unconscious. The guy crawling on the ground still firing at her was taken out by a sharp kick to the chin. Lucky for them she wasn’t trying to kill them otherwise his head would have been kicked clean over the bakery shop for three points. Jackass number three reached for the small device hanging from his belt. It was an explosive. “Dammit!” Zita yelled. As he pulled it free and activated the start up sequence, she bum-rushed him and took him to the ground before he could fling it anywhere. The device was caught between them. He struggled to get free, but having a solid metal figure lying on his chest made that impossible.

At the sound of rapid beeping his eyes went wide. The explosion that followed sent out a powerful shockwave the shattered the storefront windows of the closest establishments and pushed Zita three feet into the air. She came crashing down onto a bloody mess of mangled flesh and bone, all that was left of the thug. “So… gross.” She stood up covered in remains, but at least the explosion had been contained and no one else injured. Unfortunately during the chaos she hadn’t noticed that the fourth guy had snuck his way over to her car.

“Come here you!” He reached through the window and grabbed a handful of Elle’s hair.
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This wasn't the first time she'd been in the middle of a messy situation like this. She'd been dragged around one of the cities hit by the Apocalypse, after all. It wasn't even the first attack since she'd gotten her powers. Cyclops and his friends had been terrifying, but this was still different. This was the first time anyone had actually fired a gun at her. Her feelings about the situation were oddly mixed.

Elle was frightened and confused, of course. Shocked that her day out had gone south so quickly, and so violently. She was also strangely excited. Maybe it was the adrenalin. She was almost anxious to get to use her powers in this situation. Guns were probably the most useless thing in the world when she was the target. All of that training she'd gone through had proven it would take an impressively large cannon or a substantial amount of sustained fire to get through her defenses.

Of course, Zita was doing a good job making sure this group of attackers couldn't shoot at her in the first place. Elle peered through a gap between the seat and headrest as the bullets went flying, ricocheting off the metallic agent as she steadily approached their position. Everything seemed to be going well, until the explosion.

The car was rattled and shaken by the blast, sending Elle bouncing about again, although her firm grip on the back of the seat kept her from falling over. She thought she'd seen the back window blow out, although she didn't have long to look. All of the noise had let one of the men sneak up on her, drawing a shriek as his hand dug into her hair.

Then, he suddenly found his grip almost impossible to maintain, her hair slipping through his fingers as she jerked away. Elle's hair hadn't changed at all, her attacker simply couldn't hold onto it. Reversing the force and movement of his squeezing and grabbing, all of the effort he put into holding her just uncurled his fingers and kept him unable to get any sort of grip, letting her slide right away.

"Get away from me!" Much like the last time she'd been assaulted, her first instinct was to get him away from her as fast as possible. The attacker immediately found himself falling upwards, flipping into the sky. Unfortunately, this time there wasn't a ceiling to stop his fall. Elle panted as she huddled inside the car for a moment, realizing what that meant just a few moments too late.

After falling upwards briefly, the man reached the limit of Elle's range, around twenty feet. He than abruptly began falling downwards properly, without losing any momentum. Inside the poor, battered and beaten car, she just winced as she heard him hit the ground.
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“What the hell?!” The man was confused. He could have sworn that he just grabbed Elle by her head and now his hand couldn’t even grip again. He tried and tried, but with no success. “What did you do to me?!” It always had to be the mutant’s fault even though in this particular case that was true. He lifted his gun, not to kill, but to intimidate and found that he could barely even keep a solid hold of the weapon. It dropped from his hand just as he began to fly upwards in a rapid motion. “Aahh! Put me down now!” he shouted. He flipped head over heels, flailing his limbs in a pathetic attempt to stop himself from ascending any higher. Useless of course. He rose higher and higher and higher until suddenly… he dropped. The unmanliest of screams escaped him as he plummeted toward the pavement. The last thing he saw was concrete before everything went black. His body practically bounced from the impact.

“Damn, chica.” Zita witnessed the whole thing. This girl was not cut out for a gun battle, but at least she could defend herself. From her point of view it looked like she possessed telekinesis or maybe some kind of antigravity powers, both of which sounded and looked like fun. Flinging what looked like remnants of an ear from her metal cleavage, she made her way back to her poor Camaro. It was in terrible shape from the crash and couple of stray bullets. Never had her baby been put through such horror. It hurt to even look at it. Zita sighed as she made it to the passenger side. “You alright, sweetie?” Even though the question was directed at Elle it was meant for her and the car. She reached through the window and into the glove compartment once more, this time to grab the zip ties inside.

“I don’t know who these pendejos are, but we’re going to find out. You sit tight.” Zita pulled out her phone and dialed up the safe house while checking the pulse of the man that had been dropped from the sky. The big pool of blood under his head was enough of an indicator of his status, but a life sign check wouldn’t hurt. No pulse. A voice on the other end picked up. “ID code three six nine alpha tango eight.” It took a moment for verification. “Yea, I know you yucks heard all the automatic gunfire. Yea she’s fine. I have her right here. Get a team down here now for transport.” She looked back at her precious car. “My ride’s busted up.” Then turning to Elle she said, “A couple of agents will be here shortly, so don’t worry.” Her metallic gaze drifted back to the dead body. She nodded. “Is he your first?”
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Elle was left panting inside the car, as everything suddenly got quiet. The man who'd grabbed her was no longer screaming, which was probably bad. The shooting had stopped, which was definitely good. Hopefully there wouldn't be any more explosions, either. She jerked away as Zita approached and spoke up, letting out another yelp of surprise. After realizing who it was, she relaxed a bit, slumping.

"I'm f-fine." She swallowed hard, trying to calm herself. The young girl flinched again as the agent reached inside, eyes widening at the bloody sheen her metallic flesh had gained. "What the hell happened!?" Elle looked up at Zita as the agent tried to reassure her. "Oh god...what is...i-is that a finger?" She took in the gory sight as her protector casually walked off to finish inspecting and securing the downed hostiles.

"I think I'm gonna...rrkk..." Zita's phone call almost drowned out the noises Elle was making, hunched over in the wrecked car. A few moments after the conversation was finished, her once-more-black hair bobbed slightly above the window line as she tried to recover. The girl couldn't risk turning her head to see (and smell) the nauseatingly decorated agent, covering her nose and mouth with one hand. "...I puked in your car. S-sorry."

There was a pause as she caught up. "Huh? First what?"
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Physically the girl was fun, but psychologically Zita wasn’t so sure about. From what she knew the X-Men got into all kinds of crazy stuff, but experiencing something like this, something so personal had to take its toll. It made her think back to her time as a soldier. The things she witnessed and more importantly the things that she had to do while over seas changed her. They altered her mind and not for the better. This situation wasn’t quite the same, but having bullets fly pass and a guy nearly capture her could stay with Elle for awhile. Hopefully it didn’t. Hopefully she was made of stronger stuff. Zita looked down at her person as Elle pointed out the appendage clinging to the fabric of her pants. “Well would you look at that. It is a finger.” She casually brushed it off.

Gore was next to nothing to her. After years and years of witnessing and inflicting, Zita had grown used to scenes that could turn a person’s stomach upside down. “I had to contain the explosion somehow,” she explained. “This guy probably wouldn’t have been the only one in pieces if I hadn’t.”

After a moment, Zita sighed long and hard as she examined her car. Not only was the back side wrecked, but now there was a big, stinky pile of vomit inside. Her baby was going to need some serious work done to get it back to the previous condition. For the moment there were more pressing matters. She removed the shirt then flipped it inside out (as if that really made much of a difference) to use it as a rag to wipe her face. “Your first kill,” she said. That guy lying next to the car in a pool of his own blood was deader than Elvis. “A straight plummet to solid concrete tends to do that.” Zita tossed the filthy shirt aside as she went to lean against her car. The other agents would be arriving any minute now. “If it was don’t feel bad. He deserved it.”
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"...he's dead? Are...are you sure?"

She started to lift her head up to peek out, but a glimpse of Zita mopping blood off her metallic body made her think better of the idea. Elle slumped against the door, absently wiping her mouth clean with her sleeve. Now that they were no longer in danger, she was starting to feel shaky and sore. The wild, conflicting emotions tumbling about inside her head weren't helping at all.

"I...I didn't mean to. The last time, I was inside. He just bounced. I mean, I wanted to kill Cyclops, but it's not..." She trailed off, shaking her head, not even bothering to stop her hand from sliding over and scratching at her right arm. There wasn't much point in trying to look calm right now, really.

She could tell Zita was leaning against the car right next to her, her new weight making it creak and tilt slightly. Even if she was mostly clean now, Elle had a new reason to avoid looking at her. "All of those classes were, like, to prevent mistakes l-like that." She sniffed, starting to get a bit misty-eyed as the situation caught up with her. "I blew it...they're going to kick me out, a-and you're gonna arrest me, and my mom's gonna freak out, a-and-"

Elle would probably keep going like this for a while unless something stopped her, quiet little sniffles and sobs beginning to break up her babbling.
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Yep, this was the first time that Elle had ever taken a life. The trembling of her voice, the nervous posturing, it reminded Zita of her first time killing a man back during her time in Afghanistan. Killing people was a part of war, but still. Seeing someone dead from her actions had been a lot to take in. In that situation and this one, someone had been out to cause them harm. Taking them out first was a natural response, an understandable and justified response. That of course didn’t make it any easier. With time Zita learned to live with herself. She learned to not let it bring her down or at least she thought she had at the time. Nowadays whenever she took a life it didn’t bother her as much as it used to, but she would be lying if she said that the faces of the men and women she ended didn’t stick with her in her dreams.

Zita squatted next to the door to come face to face with Elle. “Hey whoa slow down,” she said. Her hand shifted back to flesh and bone as she gently pushed aside Elle’s hair. “Nothing is going to happen to you. Sweetie, listen. That man was going to hurt you. He was a mutant-hating piece of garbage that would have killed you had you not acted. What you did was self-defense. You have every damn right to protect yourself in any way possible. The X-Men have killed before for the same reasons, so they aren’t going to cast you aside like a pariah.” Zita knew for a fact that there were plenty of people with an X on their chest that had killed at least once. It was practically inevitable given the nature of their existence. “It’s not like you did it for malicious reasons. No one will judge you for doing what you did.”

She sighed. “But you are right about one thing. I am going to arrest you… for throwing up in my car. That smell won’t be easy to get out.” Zita smiled trying to lighten the mood. Two SUVs followed by a van rounded the corner of the scene. It was SHIELD. “Hey, if you don’t want anyone to know about this, then don’t worry. I’ll tell them it was my doing. Te cuido la espalda.” Zita had no problem taking responsibility for the man’s death. There was already so much death at her feet that finding a dead body near her was like seeing a fat man with cake.

The vehicles arrived on the scene, agents hopped out and immediately got to work cleaning things up and collecting the unconscious criminals.
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