Julian dashed off, sprinting along all fours. Whoever it was that had decided to butt in and help that tin plated fucker was going to pay. Then he'd tear Hiro to pieces, bastard thinking he was bigger than him. He snarled at the thought of the cyborg freak. He owed him, and then he thinks he can fuck with the chain of command? HE was the leader, this was HIS gang, and he was going to make sure nobody challenged those facts again.
And WHY the fuck was it so dark all of a sudden?!
A sudden punch from the side sent him tumbling, and before he knew it he was pinned to the wall by an arm pressed against his throat.
A pale mask stared into Julain's eyes. "It's odd, I seem to run into a lot of wild dogs lately. Fortunately, you're likely to be easier to deal with."
Julian wheezed, struggling futily against in the black clad man's hold. Jesus, he wouldn't budge! He was like a fucking statue or something!
"For someone in this situation, It would likely be in one's best interest not to resist."
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Hiro panicked internally as the Gynoid stared him down. Her face, made up of some kind of flexible plastic like the rest of her body was, was set in a stern expression. Bet Hiro could detect some small hint of satisfaction?
A panel on the side of her hip opened up, and she pulled out a wallet, revealing it to contain a badge.
"Cecilia Pennsbrook, FBI!"
Ooooohhhhh shit.
