Angle listened to him talking then shot back when he hung up, "and if you were me, you wouldn't care about shutting up when you're bleeding to death and most likely going to be shot because you got in the way of a deal! And I know I'm right about that, because you wouldn't be here, in cop attire, and shooting down the mob unless you were hired to do so..." She narrowed her eyes with a grumble.

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Storm noticed Angle's shoulder wound for the first time. He opened up a compartment and threw a first-aid kit back into the rear seat. He forced himself to calm down enough to speak in a normal voice.

"I wasn't 'shooting the mob.' They were shooting me, in case you haven't noticed." He turned off the highway into a small town.

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Angle rumaged through the first aid kit and mumbled something about cops being scant on their supplies.

"Right, so they shot at you first, well you wouldn't have been across the street from the club mentioned by Nathan if you hadn't been hired somehow, now would you?"

Pulling out a clean cloth compress from the kit, she held it against her shoulder, muttering curses left and right.

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"You never really told me the details of this whole mob deal, did you?" Storm snapped back. "All you ever did was give me a cookie and think me content sitting in the dark like a good boy should!"

He turned into a cluster of apartments called The Pineoaks and parked the car in a space near the woods. He got out and pried off the license plate, replacing it with the plate of the car next to theirs. Beckoning Angle and Gwyn impatiently, he set off towards the apartments.

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Angle walked quickly after him. "I don't remembering giving you a cookie," she snapped tartly. "Besides, I didn't have to tell you much. All I know is this mob sucks big time and has been causing trouble many places, including with their own dealers, apparently, and so I decided to make the best of things and do what I can without having much to do with the feds..."

"Good grief, if you wanna kill me, just shoot me, but if you really want me alive, then slow down or I'll fall over!" She snapped with a gasp as she began to lag behind.

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Gwyn watched this with amusement.

"Come on, you dam slow pokes!"
Gwyn saluted. "Ok, boss!" She caught up with Storm.
(Oh yeah, Gwyn has a gun now since she picked up one that was dropped by one of the mobsters...)
"So, where are we going, boss?"

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Angle snapped at Gwyn, "unless you were deaf, you would know by the phone call he made..."

Angle was obviously not in a good mood, and not up to being dragged places, in fact, she would rather have shot the both of them then and there, but felt too weary to do anything but comment and snap at them.

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"Oh, I'm sorry mam, but I have short-term memory loss." She smiled. "Would you mind telling me, then?"

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Angle muttered a string of curses and managed to keep up with Storm, staying on the opposite side from Gwyn.

She felt like injured prey, an easy catch, and she didn't like it. Her first instinct was to run, but she stayed. if Storm saved me once, I can trust him this time... for now...

She kept in mind that the gun at her back was still available with a full clip, hidden beneath her leather jacket.

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The trio walked until a brick apartment house was visible.
"Who the hel is Matt?" asked Gwyn. She raised her eyebrows, emphasizing that she wanted an answer.

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"My employer," he replied.

Storm walked up and banged on the door - none too patiently. "I know you're in there, open up!"

The door was wrenched open. A man about Storm's age, maybe older, with spiked blond hair glowered at the them. "All right, wonderboy. What do you want? Does it look like I have 'charity' written across my forehead?"

"I need to discuss a few terms with you," Storm said in a clipped voice.

Matt laughed. "Terms? I'm the one employing you here. This venture has just taken off about one hundred thousand dollars off your paycheck."

Storm felt Gwyn's angry gaze boring into the back of his neck, but he ignored it. "Fine, no charity. You're not required to host me for the night or even give me dinner. Now may we come in?"

"What is this, some sort of infiltration squad?" Matt asked with a raised eyebrow as the trio filed in. "And who are these?" He smirked. "Which one's your girlfriend?"

"More like, 'acquaintaces who would kill me without a thought,'" Storm said dryly. "You have a private room we could go in?" He cast a glance over at Matt's apartment, taking in the plasma screen TV that took up a wall, digital surround-sound system, and genuine leather couches. "You could have bought yourself a mansion, you know."

"It's called trying to stay unnoticed, my friend," Matt responded. "I do have a manor somewhere in California, but - " He shrugged. "You wanted a private room? Come on." He waved dismissively at Gwyn and Angle. "Couch, television, popcorn. Entertain yourselves, will you?"

And he led Storm off a side hall into another room, where the door was securely bolted. (*you two can eavesdrop )

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If looks could kill, Storm and Matt would have been dead. First thing Angle did when they started to walk off, was raid the bathroom for bandages, but finding none, gave up the search with a grumble and several curses.

Angle snuck over to the door and put her ear to it, listening to their voices.

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Gwyn, without a second thought, walked quietly over to the door and listened with Angle. Who cares if they notice?

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Angle couldn't help but smirk at Gwyn's curiosity, akin to her own.

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"Firstly," Storm began as he set down the laptop and opened up the internet, "take a look at this."

Matt leaned in and read what he had been directed to. His brow furrowed. There was a long silence.

"See what I mean?" Storm growled. "Three months in Russia. Three months. How on earth are we supposed to get to Russia to assassinate their boss?"

"Take a plane?" Matt said with fine sarcasm. "What are you, in the Dark Age?"

"I'm broke!" Storm fairly shouted.

"Then take a canoe," Matt replied. He paused for a moment. "This is your job. I don't tell you how to do it. I give you an assignment and leave it to you to figure it out."

"I can't get into the airlines," the other said. "Their base is secure. Completely encrypted."

"I thought you were the ingenius computer hacker, wonderboy." Matt fixed his employee with a hard stare. "You're looking for the easy way out of this. You want me to provide you with the money.â€

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As they came out the door, Angle's face was lit up with a smirk. "In need of a plane? I believe we can do business... oh, and if it's passports you need..." she grinned, "just tell me and we might be able to work something out... but first... do any of you know anything about stitching? And no, I don't mean quilts... wounds... I'm not about to go to the hospital because under anesthetics, I might happen to say something about your little deal..."

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