Nathan was burning a cigarette as he looked outside of the window and cleaning his guns, he looked at the two of them quickly and returned to cleaning his guns.

"Let`s say that I trust you both and we went after the mob then would you know where to start because I do know where the boss of this branch visits usually... and I must remind that this is just one city we are talking here since the russians got of course more pals back at their home country.."

Chris loaded his guns and placed them all to the table.

"I say we take their boss out and I will be the one putting that final bullet in his body, got it?"

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

(*rewinds actions to the part before Storm and Angle rush out the door*) "It's a deal," she nodded to the gun dealer. "You'll find a cabin on Sherit Lake, on the East side. Meet us there." Then she was gone. (There... managed... now it's back to the part with Angle at the cabin with Storm)

Angle sat down on a nearby chair and motioned to a chair near her. "Sit if you want, Storm, we'll be here a while."

The blood on her arm from the shrapnel was clearly visible against the leather jacket. She grimaced and wiped it off with a cloth.

"We'll wait for the dealer, then, if you're willing to assist us, Storm, we have a whole mob to assasinate... that should be your expertise." Angle tilted her chair back and rest her booted feet on the table.

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~Cyclist in Training~

At that moment Nathan stepped in with a cigarette in his mouth and he takes it out as he hears the latest words of Angle.

"The hole mob? You can fo that on your own, but we will take out the boss and his liutenants first... you wouldn`t have that hard disk of mine that you stole not to mention a working computer?"

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Angle rolled her eyes, "me saying the whole mob was an exageration... I was just trying to spike the interest of Storm here... and no, I don't have your hard drive, you happened to have managed to distroy it," she muttered. "Oh... and did you happen to notice that girl standing out side my window? Would you mind retrieving her, I don't very much care for spies..."

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~Cyclist in Training~

Nathan shrugged and looked around quickly before leaving, he sneaked around the corner and all around the house until he was behind it. He saw someone in the window and crept behind her, he placed his beretta on her head.

"I think you should come with me..."

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

"Who's that?" Storm asked, nodding his head at Nathan as he exited. "Your partner? And can I get an explanation on this mob you're trying to assassinate?"

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Angle let out a sigh. "He's a guy I was tracking... a gun dealer... then the mob he was working with turned on him and was going to kill and replace him, and this mob has done this before to several others, so we've decided to sort of join forces to eliminate the immediate danger... but don't call him my partner... we only officially met today."

Angle stood and walked across the room to a drawer and pulled out a first aid kit. She winced as she pulled her leather jacket off, and started to wrap her arm with a piece of bandage.

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~Cyclist in Training~

Storm's first impulse as Angle turned her back on him was to grab whatever weapon he could find and fling it at her.

Taking one look at his present situation, he immediately discarded the thought as both capricious and foolish. Thinking little of the police was just fine, but he had paid in the past for underestimating fellow criminals. Besides, the woman had keen reflexes. And now would not be a good time for her to find a reason to kill him.

He got to his feet and moved to peer out the window. "Apparently Nathan's caught someone," he observed, thinking the intruder looked vaguely familiar.

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"Good," Angle mumbled, keeping an eye on Storm while tying off the bandage. "That girl, whoever she is, will soon find out sneeking around is best left to the pros..."

She put her jacket back on and sat down, reloading her various bullet clips. Pulling open another drawer beside her, Angle produced a few knives and slipped one in each boot and another up her sleeve in a sheath attached to the inside.

She then leaned back in her chair and put one foot up on the table.

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~Cyclist in Training~

"If we're going to track down that mob," Storm suggested dryly, "shouldn't we begin? And I'd appreciate it if you'd tell me what my stake in all this is."

He surveyed the room. "I'm a decent computer hacker. I could hack into those private files of that mob you were talking about. And by the way, got any food around here? I haven't eaten a decent meal in five months."

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Angle chuckled and shook her head, "Too many questions... first of all... we aren't leaving yet, because as you saw, we have a little spy, second, only the dealer, who I have yet to get a name out of, knows where to find him. And as for what you have at stake, it's either the FBI, or perhaps CIA, seeing as how you're an international threat, or it's stick with us and help us take out the leader and assistant leaders of the mob..."

She got to her feet, sighing with a hint of exhasperation. "Yes, there's a roast in the fridge, though half eaten, then there should be various other things. Help yourself, and don't get any ideas with knives... "

She knew what he would be thinking if he were to see a knife. It was his way of life and way to survive to think of those things.

Angle leaned on the table and watched.

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~Cyclist in Training~

"Oh," Angle added, "Those files are useless. Our dealer friend shot it to pieces during my first encounter with him...."

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~Cyclist in Training~

"Way to go with our dealer friend," Storm said as he opened up the refrigerator eagerly. Ah, food. He hadn't seen a roast in what seemed like an eon.

He grabbed a leg. Completely ignoring the fact that it was nearly spoiled, he gulped it down as if it were the elixar of life. Snatching up another and closing the fridge, he shouted as he walked out the door, "I'm going to go see if our 'dealer friend' needs any help with the interrogating."

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Angle blink and raised a brow, thinking of how desperate he must be to have eaten the nearly over a week old roast.

"I'm coming with you," Angle muttered, narrowing her eyes. She didn't miss a beat and was behind him in a second, and followed him outside. "Sorry," she spoke with a smirk, "it takes a while for me to put much trust in people..."

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~Cyclist in Training~

Gwyn laughed as she saw Storm walk out of the door.
"Hah, Storm...finally got out. You brought a bunch of cops with you though. Yeah, but that's alright. You got a FBI agent to save you..." Nathan was holding a gun and pointing it at her.
"Hey, keep it down, won't you? I ain't gonna blow you up."

((Can't think of anything, lol...))

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Angle gave out a laugh, "You don't have a clue about me... I'm sure not a Fed, though I used to be with the field agent branch of the CIA until it went corrupt and I tried to fight back... that's history... but they still chase me for it and I still chase them..."

She nodded to Nathan, "Thank you, we'll just take her in now and have a talk..." She patted her down and confiscated a gun.

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~Cyclist in Training~