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Blade glanced at the open window. Whoever it was was long gone by now. He glanced down at the note for a second.
Seems like he had another fan.
Someone had been watching him for a while now. Wiping the sweat from his brow he went back into the main room. Whistler was under the hood, tweaking as usual.
"Rats, you say?"
Whistler didn't even stop working.
"It didn't sound like something from your gun."
"Nope," he clicked on the security systems camera's, going back a few minutes. there was the fellow, jumping out of the window. Typical, not even man enough to face him, just shoot his load and run.
Whistler glanced at the note.
"L. M. M? Who the fuck is that?"
"Not sure. He says I beat him once, don't remember beating anyone and them living through it. Except maybe those van people. They don't seem like leaders though."
He explained the happenings of the night.
"What about the man from the top rising?"
Blade looked at the video picture, then shook his head, "I didn't face him, he just sort of looked at me then left. It would make sense though, either him or one of the higher ups."
Whistler glanced down at the paper.
"Why though? If someone had a chance to shoot you in the head, they would go for it? Why this note, why running?"
Blade shook his head, "You know how these evil geniuses are. All demented fuckheads. Who knows, he probably thinks I'll squirm or something."
Whistler had to smile at that one, "Come on, everyone knows you have a heart of fucking stone."
"Maybe this guy doesn't. He doesn't sound like he's ever dealt with Blade before."
"He'll learn."
Blade had to nod at that one.
"Get back to the car. It looks as though I have some work to do tonight."
Whistler nodded. Blade returned to his training.
 
L.M.M.

I went back to my hideout. Mabye Blade would try to come after me, mabye not. I knew that it takes alot to get under his skin. I sat and went over my notes of those close to Blade. Whistler seemed like the only target that could get to Blade. I needed Blade to leave so I could get my chance at Whistler. Blade was hard headed though, I knew that he would leave to go after my minions again, thats when I would strike. I called 10 of my followers into my room. "You are to draw Blade away from his hideout, and kill him. Do not come back untill you finish your mission." I ordered them. The 6 women and 4 men said "Yes my Lord." in unison, and took off. Leaving me to plan my way to get Whistler.
 
Colossus

Piotr is almost done with untying the ropes when the Punisher starts to thrash like a heavy women in the candy aisle of a grocery store. Piotr is having a hard time finishing the job of untying, and momentarily thinks to change to steel form, but is concerned that others may see him. He grasps the ropes , and the Punisher momentarily stops moving. As Piotr, starts to undo the last knot, a stream of putrid vomit exits the Punishers mouth and flows onto Piotr's chest and pants.

That is disgusting, what the hell were they doing to this man to get that kind of reaction.?

Piotr wipes the disgusting mess off of himself as best he can, and finishes untying the ropes. He grabs the Punisher under the arms and lowers him gently to the ground into the pool of his vomit.
 
Punisher

Frank fell to the floor and laughed, "Joker, Joker call the base and tell them to send backup, I'm not letting any of these assholes out of here alive!" Punisher still thought he was back in Nam, not in Vegas. He lept into the darkness, headed for a small office where one of his captors was watching the Yankee game.

He kicked down the door and got behind the scumbag, lounging in a wooden chair. Taking a hold of him, he twisted the man's head until he heard his neck break. The man fell to the ground, lifeless, and dropped his uzi beside him. Frank picked up the weapon and laughed before exiting the room, searching for the rest of them.
 
Colossus

Piotr has never seen a reaction such as this. He could hardly believe his eyes as the Punisher leaps up and enters an office in the warehouse. Piotr begins to follow the Punisher when he hears a loud "POP" and then he sees the Punisher come out of the office brandishing an Uzi. Piotr makes a split second decision, he wills himself to change to organic steel.

His body , already large and hard, becomes even larger and heavier as his skin is replaced by steel. He looks over at the Punisher, now confident that the Uzi will have little effect on him. He yells over to the Punisher. "Hey , don't shoot. I am the one that released you." Piotr waits to see what the Punisher will do now.
 
Punisher

"Private Joker, I gave you a direct order!!! Go call for backup-I'll get the guards." With that Punisher disappeared into the darkness.

He had found his way to the upper level of the warehouse where the three other guards waited for Marco to get back from the casino so they could bury Castle. Frank opened the door and sprayed bullets across the room. He peeked in to see all three men dead. "One more to go"
 
Colossus

Piotr knows that his english is not perfect, but he usual can figure out what people are saying. But who the hell is this Private Joker? What is the Punisher talking about? Piotr sees him run off again into another area of the warehouse. Piotr sighs and sits on a crate to wait for the Punisher to return.
 
Marco's limo pulled up to the back of the warehouse. He climbed out and cursed at his driver, "Dammit Jimmy you're bad luck!!! I'm down 3 large!!!" Unlocking the back door he kicked at the gas cansiters that lay strone about by the door, "Jimmy move these fucking things out of here, last thing I need is someone seeing them during the day and figuring out we're here." He walked into the office, again using the back door, and discovered his men were dead. "Fuck....fuck....CASTLE!! SHIT!!!"

He ran into the main area, where they had Punisher tied only to see Colossus sitting waiting for Castle. "Who the fuck are you?" Castle stood behind Marco and spoke, "He's not the one you should be worring about." Marco stumbled in fear, "Jimmy!!! Jimmy!!" "Jimmy's dead Marco." Frank showed off a gas container, "You totured me, big mistake, you should have killed me when you had the chance." Frank grabbed Marco and through him into the office.

An hour later Frank came back out, covered in blood and pouring the gas all over the place. He turned to Colossus, "Thanks for waiting for me Ruskie, sorry I gave ya trouble before. Flashbacks from my youth, happens sometimes especially if I'm in similar situations. Grab Deathbane and hop in the limo, I'll be there in a second, just getting rid of our prints."
 
The one guy looked like shit, literally.
His face had burn marks running up and down, along with bandages that covered parts of his face, and down along to his chest. He also had a huge ice pack on his leg and shoulder.
The other one was grabbing a beer. He looked all right actually, must have been lucky, or had gotten away.
His sword sliced into the man, pinning him against the wall. He screamed out in pain, the bottle dropping and shattering on the ground.
Blade moved quickly to the other room, as the hurt man just got up. He held the gun to his head.
"Sit right back down."
He did as he was told.
"Now, I've got a problem, that I think you can both help me with. You see," he opened the fridge, picking out a beer for himself.
"Ahh, better. You see, there's this man, L. M. M. I need to know a little bit more about him, especially where he is at this moment."
The man sittign down shook his head, "We don't know..."
Shots echoed around him. He cuddled up into a fetal position, screaming as he thought he had died. The bullets tore through the plaster behind him, but none of them was lethal.
"Wrong answer," Blade glanced to the other room, his eyes open to the man stuck with his feet just scrasping the floor.
"Any information at all would be helpful?"
"He wants you dead. He's been following you for quite some time," His voice was pushed, raggedy. The man was in lots of pain.
"Ahhh, there we go. Finally, where is he?"
"He'd kill us if we told."
Blade shot him in the leg, he screamed as new pain seemed to come against the old.
"You don't think I'm going to take you out for ice cream if you don't tell, do you?"
"OK!!!! OK!!! OK!!"
He looked at the fetal man, who stared out at him with one single eye, the other one bandaged up. Small amounts of blood trickled through the gauze covering it.
"Something you want to add?"
"... Warehouse 212. Near the piers. That's where you'll find him."
He grabbed his sword, leaving as fast as he had come. The man fell to the floor, screaming and cursing up a storm.
"Good thinking," he said, finally able to catch his breath, "They'll take care of him."
The man's one eye remained wide though, "What if they don't?"
He winced as a shard of glass cut into his side, "Then we can forget that vacation to the America's."
Ten against one.
But, that one was Blade.
It's not going to be a fair fight.
 
Colossus

Colossus is pleased to see that the Punisher is acting normal again, or at least normal for him. He listens to what the Punisher had to say. He was not sure who Deathbane was, but figured that he had something to do with the distraction at the door earlier. Colossus stays in his steel form, and goes to the front of the warehouse.

Colossus walks out towards the Limo. He sees a man fighting with some of the bodyguards that Marco typically had in his entourage. Colossus walks over to the conflict. Two of the men turn to him and fire their weapons at him. The bullets flew out of the gun at supersonic speed and hit him in the chest. The bullets deformed on the tough organic steel and fell to the ground. The men look at him in awe.

Colossus, not being happy that the men just shot at him for no reason, grabbed one of the men by his shirt front. He hoisted him over his head, and threw him into the dumpster near the side of the warehouse. "Good, that is where trash like you belongs." Colossus grabbed the other man and bounced him along side his companion. Colossus went over to the dumpster and grasping the edges with his mighty hands, deformed the steel to keep the doors close. "That ought to hold them "

He turns to the other man, who by now has knocked out the other bodyguard. "My name is Colossus, the Punisher asked me to get you and wait for him in the Limo. " Colossus then gets into the limo, turning on the television to pass the time waiting for the Punisher.

Oh good, my favoritesoap opera is on. This should keep me occupied.
 
Frank emptied the last of the gas onto Marco, "Thought I would let you off easy and kill you hu? Not yet." He slammed the office door and walked down to the main area of the warehouse. The smell of gasoline now filled the air.

Frank exited the warehouse and hopped into the driver's seat of the limo. Just before taking off he pulled out a pack of matches and lit one, before igniting the enitre pack. He then took the flaming matches and through it into the gasoline soaked building as he sped off.

He looked in his rearview mirror to see the building in flames. "Alright you two, where am I dropping your asses off?"
 
Colossus

Piotr looks over at the Punisher. You can drop me off at the The Pyramid Casino, my contacts can pick me up there. What were you doing with a slime ball like Marco anyway? I trust that you took care of him fully. My employers will be happy to hear that if you did.
 
Deadpool waiting for backup

The merc with a mouth ran through the crowd of people, but his advesaries were not far behind. Realizing he was severly outnumered, Wade conjured up his best Ted Knight impression. "Hmmm This calls for the ole' Billy Baroo." Deadpool ran down an alley only to find a brick wall before him. "Crap!! And me without my C4!!" He turned to run but found it was too late, the gang had caught up to him.

A small old man with a greyish beard walked forward. "You have disgraced us and robbed us!" Deadpool looked around, "Who me? I was just looking for the latest issue of Maxim at the market and you guys just began chasing me.." "SILENCE!!! YOU LIE LIKE A DOG!!" "Listen Pat can't we talk about this?" "WHO IS PAT!!!!???!! I AM XEV!!!" "My bad I thought you were Pat Morita, you know Mr. Miagai? Wax on wax off?" Wade immediatly heard the click of the gangsters guns. "Oh man..."

OOC: Go for it Arc
 
Celles

I was looking for swords, big ones, the type a girl named blade must have. The sun felt worm against my skin. I woundered why the people around here were so much lighter then me. I stoped one man and compared skin color. He mentioned a tan. "What the hell is a tan?"
'The color of your skin.'
"oh so a tan is this color? I knew of red, black......"
'No, no, no a tan is how your skin changes color.'
"Like a cameloen, right?"
'What type of joke are you doing? Is this a game show or something?'
I began to back off slowly. This guy is odviously nuts. One of the few times I became so confused I decided to leave. I'm geting hungry. "I will look for a fruite tree."
 
Outside a Strip Club

A balding man leaned next to the front entrance. He nodded and said a brief hello to the few that came in. Was friendly to everyone else, handing out flyers from time to time.
His clothes were shabby, but had a distinguished look. Almost as if he had boughten them new, and then wore them nearly every day until they were how they are now. Grease stains trickled down his chin and neck.
"Hey, you," he nodded towards a young man, who had stopped to take a second look, "Now is the best time to get in. There's a woman coming on in a few minutes, Blade. Believe me, you do not want to miss this one."
He gave the man a reassuring wink, who shrugged his shoulders, then went inside. He saw a couple more had shown interest.
"Yes, Blade. She's a terror on the floor. You do not want to miss this, this is the last time she'll be here. Better hurry up before you miss her."

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The shattering of glass aroused a few people's interest. Inside the warehouse flew in a black cloak. Emerging from the wreckage, Blade stood up, gun blazing.
He took down four of the assholes, before someone hit him from behind. He fell to the floor, with a heavey weight on top of him. He pushed up, turning quickly in the air. His feet met the other man, and he kicked sharply.
The body crashed through one of the walls.
With a flash his sword came out, as two women tried to grab for him, they both met an ashy death. He didn't have time to breath though, as another pair tackled him.
He kept his balance this time, although his sword clattered to the floor. He grabbed both of the people, and flew them to the floor. A silver stake ended that.
There were only two left, and instead of fighting, they both ran out of the door. He caught up with each of them, ending their misery.
Back inside the room, he sheathed his sword, making sure to wipe it clean. His eyes travelling from inside the room. There was absolutely nothing here. No leader, no authority of any kind.
Looks like he was going to spend two assholes another visit.
 
Punisher looked in the rear view, watching the warehouse burn. "Oh he won't be bothering anyone anytime soon." They past by a shopping mall on the way to the casino. "I'll tell you what kid, I'm getting out here, take the limo."
 
Celles

OOC: Strip club. Now should be able to get a post or two from this. Good thinking Pooh.

IC: I continued my walk. On that endless seach for a fruite tree. I'm geting to hungry for this. Stoping to ask a random girl "Um, were do you go to eat Miss." 'I normaly go to the restraunt down this street and to the left.' "Thank you Miss."

Restraunt what the hell is that? Oh well I'll no when I see it. I wish dad had tought me some foriegn langages. This austrilan one is so differt from english. Okay here we are. Um I don't see any trees. What this building? "Gentlemen's Club"

There was a bald man at the door, it couldn't hurt to ask him. "Pardon me do you know were the restrant is?" 'Theres one right across the street.' "thank you." I turned my back and began to walk. 'Come on in tonight is one of the few showings of Miss. Blade.' Ya, I finaly found her.

"Um sir. I need to talk to blade." 'Oh, so you go for that sort of thing. Its thirty dollars to get in.' "Um, I don't have any money." 'No money hum.... tell you what.' He had a smile on his face he was thinking of something he liked. 'I'll let you in if you make it worth my while latter.' Damn these city people are pretty kind. A smile like that just because he did something kind. "Thanks, trust me it's worth your while." I then went in.

OOC: I won't post til sunday bye.
 
Rogue

Somewhere Over the Pacific Heading East

After leaving Magnito's base, Rogue needed some place & time to think about what to do next. ::Logan has been tellin me soo much on the benifits of the spa of Japan. Since Ah'm already half way there ... Ma'be dat would be a good place to think & re-group:: She makes a beeline for the Isle of Japan.


Undisclosed Part of Japan

As she lands on a 4 story building top, Rogue hears a familiar wise cracking voice & the click of gun hammers. "My bad I thought you were Pat Morita, you know Mr. Miagai? Wax on wax off?" <Clicking noise> "Oh man..." She leans over the side of the building. "YooHoo, Deadpool is dat yer voice Ah be hearin!" A whole bunch of eyes & gun points up at her. "Ya need a hand down there, shugga?" As she sort of slips over the edge, does a flip in the air & floats down to them.

"How Ya'll been?" She asks the group of thugs lead by the small old man named Xev. All the guns are aimed at her. "Now dat no way to greet a lady." Rogue looks over to Deadpool. "Have ya been teachin 'em those Yankee manners of yers." She scolds him.
 
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Deadpool

Talk about being between a rock and a hard spot, first I get chased down by a bunch of Japenese gansters, then that southern babe Rouge appears from no where. Won't these X-people ever leave me alone? I wonder if Logan told her about our little tussle in NY awhile back?

"Uhhh can this wait a bit? By the way, they're Japense not Yankees!" Deadpool looked down and realized they were all looking up at Rouge. He quickly, spun around, taking all their guns and leapt up into the air, over the crowd.

He grabbed his twin sub-machine guns, dropping the handguns far away from their owners and took careful aim. In his best John Wayne impression, Deadpool asks, "Well Pilgrims look like we have a bit of a situation here, right Rouge?"
 
Deathbane

Looking at Punisher then the big Russkie, he finally decides to speak.

"Punisher, if you need ot get back to the east coast I've got my plane here along with a load of stuff for you to use that Micro and I threw together for your use. So if you want it, head over to the Las Vegas Local Airstrip, and we'll get you kitted out." and turning to the big guy, he said.

"I don't know who you are, but your pretty good in a fight, anyhow, we'll drop you off, and if you need to reach me, here's my numbers, cell, home, work, you name it. Also, if your looking for some work or some gear, or weapons, feel free to call me, I've got the best deals in town." he finished as he handed Colossus his business card.
 
Colossus

Piotr takes the business card from Deathbane and introduces himself. He thanks him for the card and sits back to rest in the leather upholstered seats. The Punisher seems to interested in Deathbanes offer, since he does not get out at the mall. Colossus asks them again to drop him off at the casino. When they get there, the three men part ways , Deathbane and the Punisher still in the limo, and Colossus on the sidewalk. Colossus, having turned back to his normal human self, enters the Casino looking for a payphone to call his boss.
 
Punisher

OOC: Chewie I got out at the mall. Sorry if it wasn't clearer.

I had to lay low, couldn't set foot near a casino, too many cameras. At least in the mall I can attempt to blend in a bit. I found a payphone and gave microchip a quick call. "...how do all these people know me? Do a background check on a Deathbane, I've had too many surprises today to trust a complete stranger. I'll call you back in an hour." I eyeballed mall security coming close, I figured I better make an exit. I left the mall and waited for the bus to Reno, perhaps I can get on a train from there if this Deathbane character turns out to be another looney.
 
Colossus

Piotr stops and asks one of the employees for the casino where the pay phones are. Being directed into a shadowy corner, Piotr calls his boss. Demetrie sounded very distracted on the phone , so Piotr did not mention exactly what happened, just that Marco was dead and no longer a problem. Demetrie said that he would come pick up Pior himself in his limo in a couple of hours. Piotr pulled some money out of his pockets to find something to pass the time.

When Demetrie arrives, he pulls Piotr into the back of his limo. He looks over at the young man. He tells Piotr that he has a difficult mission for his next assignment. Piotr is used to getting all the tough assignments and nods his head. Demetrie goes on " There is a huge reward out for a few men right now. One of which I understand is working around here Vegas right now. His name is the Punisher. Here is a file that the research dept prepared for you.

Piotr looks at his boss, his confusion plain on his face. "But boss, I already met him tonight. He is a dangerous man, but he has many times saved innocent times. I am not sure where he is right now though. But I may be able to find out for you. " Demetrie says "Good, there is $5 million reward for his body dead or alive and I plan to collect. See if you can get in touch with him "
 
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Colossus

Piotr tells Demetrie that he will try to call the Punisher from home, since that is where he has his number. The limo drops Piotr off at his apartment and he goes up to his floor. He unlocks his door, noting the normal disheveled condition of his place. He takes Deathbanes business card out of his pocket. Piotr stops to think this through.

I have to get in touch with Punisher and let him know about the reward. I dont understand why my boss wants to get involved in all this. I am pretty sick and tired of the things that Demetrie has been having me do lately. Maybe I am not cut out for this ganster bit after all.

Piotr picks up the phone and calls Deathbanes number. Unfortunately he is not at home, so Piotr leaves a message telling him about the reward for the Punisher and to tell the Punisher to be very careful. He leaves his home number , in case Deathbane wants to get in touch with him.

Piotr puts down the phone and looks up. In front of him is Demetrie and four of his biggest thugs. "Just as I suspected, you wanted to warn him instead of leading him into a trap. You are too weak and too moral to be a member of my gang. Kill him boys." So saying, Demetrie walked out of the room, fully expecting his orders to be carried out.
 
Punisher resurfaces

I had been walking all day and was ready to "borrow" a vehical. Standing outside the bar I noticed a row of Mac Trucks. I ran behind an open Toys 'R' us truck and went inside the storage area. Sitting down next to an assorment of toy boxes I took a deep breath. This would have to do for now.
 
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