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[lilbrownspyder]

1) She pulls her book bag higher onto her shoulder as she walks down the hall. She's been assigned a name for this mission and she has the memories that go with it. She was born in Russia, her father was some sort of scientist, and her parents had sent her to America as a foreign exchange student. And she has the biggest crush on this one kid in her science class. She smiles to herself, planning how she can get him to notice her.

2) She holds her guns close to her chest as she runs. She's over half done the training exercise. But she's taken five minutes longer than last time she did this drill. She really needs to beat her time. She's supposed to be getting better, not just staying the same. She eyes the two guards at the end of the hall closely before stepping out and firing at them while sprinting to the next corner.

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[lilbrownspyder]

She looks at him like he just sprouted ten heads but at least she switches to English the next time she opens her mouth. "There aren't any. And who the fuck are you?"

[fourshelled]

"Fie. Where art a ball of string when I need one?" She had not made a move to shoot him, so he made no move to draw his katana. Yet. He was still wary of her. Particularly due to her vulgar argot.

"I am called D'Artagnan. Mayhap you have heard of the swordsman fair?"

[lilbrownspyder]

She glances around the corner, making sure the guard wasn't sneaking up on her. This guy's messing up her drill. "No. And why would anyone use a sword today?"

[fourshelled]

He tapped one of his three fingers on the hilt. Such an uncultured person.

"It hath more elegance than your noisy, automated crossbows."

[lilbrownspyder]

Is this thing actually sane? From the look of him, he must be from one of Hydra's labs.

"I don't use crossbows, tupitsa. No one's used crossbows to fight for centuries."

[fourshelled]

D'artagnan scratched his chin with the hand that was not on his sword. "One should assume a villain named 'Crossbow' doth use such an armament."

Someday he should thank Mags Murdock for that tidbit. Provided he ever got out of here. He stepped to the side and gestured for her to carry on.

"Let me not keep thee from thy disgruntled noisiness."

[lilbrownspyder]

"Not everything is like its name, dumbass," she retorts, stepping out to shoot the other guard.

She should probably see that this guy got back to whatever lab he came out of. "Where did you come from?"

[fourshelled]

"Mm. My posterior is at least more intelligent than mine shell. Yours, on the otherhand, suffers from a dreadful lack of education. So, ignorantass in your vernacular?" He frowned at the guard shooting, which was hard to tell with his beakish mouth.

"I hail from the educational estate of Xavier's."

[lilbrownspyder]

The only part she actually paid attention to was where he came from. He really didn't belong here. And he couldn't be allowed to leave to tell someone else about the base. She aims a gun at a spot that looks vulnerable. "You should have stayed there."

[fourshelled]

He watched where the business end of the automated crossbow pointed. That was a threat if ever he could divine one.

The sword under his hand came out of its sheath like lightning. He arced the blade toward the gun aiming at him. D'Artagnan put his body behind the motion so if a shot went off, it would hit his density-increased plastron.

[lilbrownspyder]

She dodged the sword, bringing her other gun up so she could fire a spray of bullets at the intruder. This was her home, her life. She wasn't about to let someone compromise it.

[fourshelled]

The turtle pulled his head into his shell and increased his density as high as he could make it. He couldn't even hear the bullets bounce off his carapace.

The cement beneath his feet cracked as a two-footed turtle now weighed several tons.