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Laura
Something...wasn't right.
X-23 followed Jean from a considerable distance, tracking the other woman by scent rather than sight. A tactic which, ordinarily, would assure that the assassin remained undetected by her target. Laura had no reason to believe that the present situation was any different; even knowing of Jean's extraordinary abilities, she knew not of the range or extent of them.
But whether or not Jean was aware of her presence was quickly becoming less of a concern.
Bright emerald eyes took an active interest in certain individuals of the crowd: two men, whom after some time of observation could be easily seen as following her former team mate. From her trailing position X-23 couldn't see any distinguishing marks on their clothing; their posture and demeanor, however, struck her as militaristic.
Jean, you're being followed, Laura attempted to project the thought. Which is to say: she thought really hard. She had no idea how to achieve telepathic communication but it seemed unreasonable to not at least try.
She needed to get closer. Laura increased the length of her strides, sight remaining focused on the two men. She'd need to abandon the sidewalk in order to circumvent them, she knew – lest she draw attention to herself and her approach of Jean. The idea of bailing down an alley wasn't entirely appealing, even as it was a logical solution, if only because Laura feared the moment she left the street a move would be made. What if Jean hadn't heard her warning? What if her location had been broadcast by the followers and an unmarked van was already on its way?
There wasn't time to waste on worries. Veering towards the edge of the sidewalk, where the concrete met the base of buildings, Laura slipped through the next available break of the sheer faces. She immediately turned and took off at a sprint. Finding her way behind the row of buildings, the woman changed her heading by 90 degrees. The occasional chain linked fence or other such city-scape obstructed her route; it made the process of catching up all the more riveting for the likeness of an obstacle course. It got her blood pumping, which only seemed to heighten her senses: she could only vaguely pick up the smell of Jean, now, though each time she passed an alleyway she'd be assured that she was indeed making a gain. The run through felt like it was only moments but it must have been a full minute before she broke onto a intervening street.
Laura emerged on a walkway that would be perpendicular to Jean's path. Turning towards the street she had formerly abandoned, the woman adopted a casual pace as she moved towards the intersection. A familiar scent steadily became stronger.
Jean! she tried to reach out once again. You're being followed; we need to break their line of sight.
“This way!” Laura called softly from her position around the corner, just as Jean was passing the edge of the last building. If Jean didn't turn towards her immediately she'd take a hold of the other woman's wrist to draw her attention – as well use the grip to pull her towards the new direction – and if Jean willingly changed course Laura would attach to her in a similar fashion once she was beyond the vision of the followers. Wordlessly, the raven haired woman took to a hurried pace that ushered them between buildings. After several strides she released her hold on Jean, stooping over to pick up a conveniently placed chunk of broken concrete. “Keep going,” she instructed, pointing further down the line of buildings. “Turn into the second alleyway. I'll be right behind you.”
X-23 would give Jean a lead towards their destination; meanwhile, she'd scale a nearby fire escape. She stopped at the first platform and took a moment to observe the redhead's progress. Once the woman was near the turning point Laura threw the chunk of concrete through a window, near to the lock. As if someone had panicked in a need to break an entering, the window was unlocked through the broken glass and swung wide open. A swept hand drew out a portion of curtains, leaving the thin material to drape outside of the shard covered sill.
Laura was quickly off of the fire escape, jumping over the railing and down the single story descent. She followed a tuck and roll with a spring to her feet and within half a dozen paces she was running at full speed. She'd edge around the corner into the appointed alleyway with only a second to spare before the pair of men entered the gap between buildings.
She hoped that her distraction would work. At least long enough for her to hijack or hot wire a get away vehicle...
“What are you doing here?” Laura asked in a hushed whisper, as if the men might hear her from such a distance. “Better yet... Where are we going?” The woman asked as she continued down the alley, at a brisk walk rather than a sprint. Unfortunately, now was not the opportune time for the women to stand around and have a discussion about whatever trouble they might have found. “You can explain on the way.”
X-23 led them back towards the street; pausing before actually stepping out onto the sidewalk, scanning for an method of escape. As luck would have it, a nearby parked car had the tell-tale raised pegs indicating unlocked doors. As if the vehicle was hers, Laura calmly approached and climbed into the driver seat. Her hand grasped at a panel beneath the steering wheel – and when the rigid plastic proved a want to be difficult, she removed her hand and straightened her wrist. Briefly, the woman glanced around to make sure no passerbys were watching. Then, the distinct noise of tearing flesh accompanied the emergence of dual bone claws from between her knuckles, which then were utilized to pry off the troublesome panel.
“We'll be on the road in no time,” she spoke confidently.
Something...wasn't right.
X-23 followed Jean from a considerable distance, tracking the other woman by scent rather than sight. A tactic which, ordinarily, would assure that the assassin remained undetected by her target. Laura had no reason to believe that the present situation was any different; even knowing of Jean's extraordinary abilities, she knew not of the range or extent of them.
But whether or not Jean was aware of her presence was quickly becoming less of a concern.
Bright emerald eyes took an active interest in certain individuals of the crowd: two men, whom after some time of observation could be easily seen as following her former team mate. From her trailing position X-23 couldn't see any distinguishing marks on their clothing; their posture and demeanor, however, struck her as militaristic.
Jean, you're being followed, Laura attempted to project the thought. Which is to say: she thought really hard. She had no idea how to achieve telepathic communication but it seemed unreasonable to not at least try.
She needed to get closer. Laura increased the length of her strides, sight remaining focused on the two men. She'd need to abandon the sidewalk in order to circumvent them, she knew – lest she draw attention to herself and her approach of Jean. The idea of bailing down an alley wasn't entirely appealing, even as it was a logical solution, if only because Laura feared the moment she left the street a move would be made. What if Jean hadn't heard her warning? What if her location had been broadcast by the followers and an unmarked van was already on its way?
There wasn't time to waste on worries. Veering towards the edge of the sidewalk, where the concrete met the base of buildings, Laura slipped through the next available break of the sheer faces. She immediately turned and took off at a sprint. Finding her way behind the row of buildings, the woman changed her heading by 90 degrees. The occasional chain linked fence or other such city-scape obstructed her route; it made the process of catching up all the more riveting for the likeness of an obstacle course. It got her blood pumping, which only seemed to heighten her senses: she could only vaguely pick up the smell of Jean, now, though each time she passed an alleyway she'd be assured that she was indeed making a gain. The run through felt like it was only moments but it must have been a full minute before she broke onto a intervening street.
Laura emerged on a walkway that would be perpendicular to Jean's path. Turning towards the street she had formerly abandoned, the woman adopted a casual pace as she moved towards the intersection. A familiar scent steadily became stronger.
Jean! she tried to reach out once again. You're being followed; we need to break their line of sight.
“This way!” Laura called softly from her position around the corner, just as Jean was passing the edge of the last building. If Jean didn't turn towards her immediately she'd take a hold of the other woman's wrist to draw her attention – as well use the grip to pull her towards the new direction – and if Jean willingly changed course Laura would attach to her in a similar fashion once she was beyond the vision of the followers. Wordlessly, the raven haired woman took to a hurried pace that ushered them between buildings. After several strides she released her hold on Jean, stooping over to pick up a conveniently placed chunk of broken concrete. “Keep going,” she instructed, pointing further down the line of buildings. “Turn into the second alleyway. I'll be right behind you.”
X-23 would give Jean a lead towards their destination; meanwhile, she'd scale a nearby fire escape. She stopped at the first platform and took a moment to observe the redhead's progress. Once the woman was near the turning point Laura threw the chunk of concrete through a window, near to the lock. As if someone had panicked in a need to break an entering, the window was unlocked through the broken glass and swung wide open. A swept hand drew out a portion of curtains, leaving the thin material to drape outside of the shard covered sill.
Laura was quickly off of the fire escape, jumping over the railing and down the single story descent. She followed a tuck and roll with a spring to her feet and within half a dozen paces she was running at full speed. She'd edge around the corner into the appointed alleyway with only a second to spare before the pair of men entered the gap between buildings.
She hoped that her distraction would work. At least long enough for her to hijack or hot wire a get away vehicle...
“What are you doing here?” Laura asked in a hushed whisper, as if the men might hear her from such a distance. “Better yet... Where are we going?” The woman asked as she continued down the alley, at a brisk walk rather than a sprint. Unfortunately, now was not the opportune time for the women to stand around and have a discussion about whatever trouble they might have found. “You can explain on the way.”
X-23 led them back towards the street; pausing before actually stepping out onto the sidewalk, scanning for an method of escape. As luck would have it, a nearby parked car had the tell-tale raised pegs indicating unlocked doors. As if the vehicle was hers, Laura calmly approached and climbed into the driver seat. Her hand grasped at a panel beneath the steering wheel – and when the rigid plastic proved a want to be difficult, she removed her hand and straightened her wrist. Briefly, the woman glanced around to make sure no passerbys were watching. Then, the distinct noise of tearing flesh accompanied the emergence of dual bone claws from between her knuckles, which then were utilized to pry off the troublesome panel.
“We'll be on the road in no time,” she spoke confidently.
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