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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Old One" data-source="post: 2681301" data-attributes="member: 83">BrigittaBrigitta looks down the business end of the firearm, attempting to remain outwardly calm.  Inside, she is seething with anger.  All the time, blood, sweat and effort they had put in was wasted.  It was clear to her that deception and misdirection was not going to work...these men would insist on a thorough search if they didn't get what they wanted and that would just end up in somebody getting hurt...or worse.She glances behind her at Haskins, Hambrick, Teddy, Bill and T. Rawley.  They had signed up to do a job...not die in a snakepit when violence was unnecessary.  Her decision made, she looks back at the thug threatening her, black eyes flashing with rage and menace.  She smiles sweetly, but her eyes are like daggers.  She mentally calms herself as a delicious thought races through her brain and a thrill of energy flares from her fingertips.'You will die, fat man, and I will be there to ensure the vestiges of your life force are ripped from your body...forcibly.'Refocusing on the unpleasent task at hand, she looks past the gunman and locks eyes with Dr. Parthenis."Ahh...since you ask so...nicely...I will happily provide a bauble we found to the good doctor.  Teddy, may I please have the black stone?"Without looking behind her, she holds her left hand out expectantly.~ OO</blockquote>