*The guy grabs her and throws her into the open.* Bar Guy: We got her boss. *The Operative smiles, then turns back to Jean.* Operative: You messed with the Hand, so now you get the horns. Shotty: Uh, sir, a hand doesn't have horns. Operative: Shut up, you insignificant lout! *Jean looks at Clara and mouths "I got this guy…
*The Operative smiles, and nods at the stairwell.* Operative: Get 'er. *The guy at the bar gets up slowly, and keeps Doug covered as he moves to the stairwell.* Jean: All I want to know is why...?
*The Operative's arm comm goes off. He looks at it and tsks.* Operative: Great. Someone hit the r*pe button. Now we have to motivate. *He nods at Shotty, who points his kinetic gun at someone.... and they go flying into a wall with a boom.* Operative: NOW SOMEONE GET THE F*CKING GIRL!
Hand Operative: Well, you do have four others now. *At this point, a guy at the bar pulls a phaser on Doug, from beneath a trench coat. One at a table in the corner pulls out an assault rifle, of the disruptor variant, and one pulls out... an old-fashioned kinetic shotgun at a table.* Hand Operative: Now then, someone go…
Jean: I- Voice: Well, looks like you royally f*cked that up. Though, it does make my job easier. Jean: Who-? *He turns to get a phaser in the face.* Hand Operative: Me. Now, come along quietly, Joker, 'else I have to get angry.
Naginata: Oh, I just had lunch. It was so delicious, but I doubt you want to find out how much. *She smiles, then throws Chloe to the otherside of the alley.*
*Naginata takes the haymaker and hook like a champ, and locks the roundhouse in a hold. She pulls Chloe and throws her into the wall, and tries to pin her to it again.*
*Jean sighs happily, and starts walking toward the tower.* Jean: Seriously, what the hell have I been doing? *He tilts his head, not paying attention to anything as he walks, trying to remember... he does not notice something or someone following him.*
*Jean startles awake in an alley, with no idea where he is or what he was doing.* Jean: What the hell? *He looks around, trying to identify where he was, then stands up slowly... then falls into the arms of some woman.* Jean: Uhm.... who are you? Woman: Whoever you want me to be, baby. For a price... Jean: Oh. Uh. I'm, ah,…