He hears her mental chuckle.
Well, if you can escape without us, it would save me the effort, but don't take any chances.  He gave us 48 hours, so there's no reason to rush in there unless you're in immediate danger.    Can you tell me anything else about where you are?  There's no chance, is there, of Bertelli being smart enough to "pretend" to have taken you to his country house?

I guess its possible, theres really nothing else I can glean from being in a blank room tied to a chair. Of all the days to get kidnapped..

What's wrong with today?  You had a date or something?

Hunter mentally chuckles
No quite the opposite in fact. Remember the secret brain revealed when we faced him? Well today is the anniversary.

Hunter feels the mental wince.
Sorry, my friend.   I tend to get wrapped up in my own drama and other minor things that I sometimes forget things like that.  My apologies.   

Don't worry about it its not like I announced the date to the group and invited everyone over for a good cry or some @#%$

Well, you have to admit, if ANY of us could 'use a good cry' is you.    I like and respect you, Hunter, but you ARE kind of a tight-ass.

Friday's irreverant sense of humor is poking through a bit.

I'll take taht under advisement.

Even telepathically, Friday is mentally deadpanning.
See that you do.   What are friends for, after all?

A dark grey Aston Martin Vanquish drove through the iron security gates of the Bertelli compound, Dragon Fist behind the wheel.  As much as she had loved driving the car, they had agreed that it would be better for Dragon Fist as the 'Muscle' to drive the car into the compound.

They were both disguised of course.  Mirage was back into her tight leather skirt that ended above her knees and a bustier like top that was covered by a leather jacket.  Her long blond hair was pulled back into a long braid and she wore large sunglasses.  The look exuded feminine power, which was exactly what she was going for.  Dragon Fist was disguised in a well tailored three piece suit, and Mirage had made sure that he looked a little larger and more imposing than he normally did, adding bulk and a teutonic inspired square jaw.

She slid out of the car and walked up to the guards at the front door.  "You may take us to see your Boss." she said flatly and imperiously.  These were mere guards after all and well beneath her.  Her accent was western european, French possibly.  "We are expected and not to be kept waiting."

OOC:  Wasn't sure where to start and I didn't want to go too far.

>>>>>>>From The Abandoned Gas Station>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

OOC: It's cool...we can at least set the stage :)

Lucas walked protectively next to Mirage as they made their way to the front of the house, seeing the guards.

"Lucas The Enforcer" eyed the guards with a sense of contempt, not saying a word...getting into his role as the muscle, following Mirage's lead.

There are two men at the door the one on the right asks. "Your names?"

Mirage looks annoyed at the man who had dared to ask the question.  She holds out a shapely hand to restrain her business associate from turning the man into so much mulch, or at least that's how it would look.

"You may tell your boss that Domina and Maxim of the Severed Rose are here to see him.  Now go and announce us."  She rested her hands on her shapely hips, clearly perturbed by this little development.

"Maxim" follows "Domina's" lead and backs off, giving the guards a slight smirk as he does.

Perhaps Maxim could be an underworld alias that he might use in the future...

The man who spoke to "Domina"  nods to the other man who runs inside. WIthin minutes the man returns and says. "If you'll follow me." He leads them into a lavishly furnished home and into a sitting room. The room has an ornate fireplace and leather furniture with an indian rug across the floor.  At one end of the room is a man sitting in a high backed chair. Both will recognize him as Antonio Bertelli interim head of the Bertelli family while his father Vincent is dying in Weston hospital.

=======> from abandoned gas station

Peregrine landed lightly on the far reaches of the compound.   Using her enhanced senses and telepathy, she scanned for living and mechanical obstacles.

Hunter, we're here.   Think about your surroundings for me, would you?

I'm on what I believe to be the third floor, THeres a kid in here 18 at the oldest in a dark suit and sunglasses. Theres a lrge oak tree out the window, right side of the house.

Creeping closer to the house, using all the stealth skills (gleaned from many different sources) at her disposal, Peregrine looks for the side with an oak tree within easy sight of a third floor window.

He had become more used to not blowing out systems or even having them flicker as he enters them, pressing more dedication and concentration into his movement.  Riding the power grid from the gas station to here, he does his best to get as close to the house as possible if not being able to flow right into its power supply.  He does his best then to get a floorplan and lay of the land of the surrounding area.  Flowing from one system to another.  Searching the house thoroughly for any signs of Hunter and anything that might make a good distraction for the team.

Peregrine finds the window after a bit of dodging sentries she spots the window near the back of the house

Hotiwre finds the floorplans as well as a sophisticated and expensive seeming security system. Theres also cameras for the entire first floor the guest bedrooms adn a couple of empty rooms Hunter is in one of the empty rooms with a single sentry.

As soon as Peregrine pinpoints his location, she'll broadcast it to everyone. She'll do it subtlely, though, so as to not startle "Bonnie and Clyde".

She also reaches out mentally, linking everyone who wants it.

We've got you, Hunter.   Dragon and Mirage, it's your show now.  Let us know when to pounce.

'Domina' followed the man, casting an appreciative glance at the house as they were lead through it.  The Bertelli's had money, that much was obvious.  Her expression gives little away as she is introduced to Antonio Bertelli.

"Mister Bertelli, my name is Domina.  This is my business associate Maxim.  We represent a group called the Severed Rose.  You will not have heard of us before this day." Mirage said rather haughtily.  That was one of the reasons why she loved the French language.  It could portray haughty just by stressing the accent at certain points.  "I understand that you are interesting in some items that we've recently acquired."

Give me a minute with the head man here, Peri.  We'll establish ourselves and then let you loose.  Mirage mentally replied, sizing up the man behind her dark glasses.  His actions would tell her about his temperament.  Would he invite them to sit, serve them refreshments or just go for an all out intimidation?

When Mr. Bertelli is introduced, "Maxim's" expression doesn't change. He does what a good bodyguard does...he keeps a wary eye out, even though his eyes don't betray that sentiment. Using his sense of hearing, sharpened by many years of martial arts training, listening for anything adverse as "Domina" and Bertelli converse.

We're stirring the pot, Peregrine. Soon you will be able to kick ass...

"Please sit Ms. Domina. We're always open to new business agreements and we've certainly had a need for them with certain complications suddenly popping up." He sat forward his fignertips interlocked in front of his face. "Tell me about these..objects."

'Domina' took a seat.  "Thank you, Mr. Bertelli.  We have recently come into possession of a number of high tech weapons, weapons capable of harming the meta-human annoyances who roam the streets.  The Bertelli group is the largest and most powerful in the city and we wanted to give you the opportunity to acquire them for yourselves."

She snapped her fingers.  "Maxim, could you please show Mr. Bertelli your weapon."  Dragon Fist was carrying one of the blasters as part of his role as bodyguard.
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