"Damn it," the Wrecker growled as he lounged in their hide out, his purple hood sitting in his lap as the green suited criminal ate a sandwich, "when can we get out of here?!" "Calm down," Thunderball said grimly, the black man in yellow and green looking out the flop house window, "we have to stay undercover, for now. When Amora needs us, she'll call." "I'm with Wrecker," Bulldozer sighed, his silver armored head reflecting the lamp light, "I'm going stir crazy here." Piledriver nodded, "We gotta get out of here, man!" "And do what, go directly to jail?" Thunderball pointed out. "I'd rather be cooped up here than locked up." "Aww, shuddup," Wrecker scowled. Ever since their jewelry heist had been foiled by Warbird and Thunderstrike, the Wrecking Crew had been holed up in this safehouse, bored out of their minds. All four were wanted men, so wandering around outside was out, and there was only so long you could play videogames and watch tv. "I've HAD IT!" Piledriver suddenly burst out, leaping to his feet then jumping right through the open window. "Oh hell," Thunderball cursed. "After him!" Wrecker yelled as they raced off after their teammate, all three emerging on the street as car horns honked and people cried out in surprise. "Ah, LA," Bulldozer smiled, "no other city like it." Not long after, Amora the Enchantress looked at her fixer and assistant with a pained expression. "You're joking," the gorgeous blonde said flatly, wearing a fine business suit as she lounged on her throne. "Sorry," Morgan Stark sighed as the more shabbily dressed black haired man reported, "it seems the Crew have flown the coop. I've got people monitoring them, and so far they're keeping a low profile." Amora looked like she had a headache, "Trust me, it won't last." She looked grim, "Any contact numbers they have for me I want erased, understood? Make sure there are no connections between me and them." Morgan looked a bit surprised, "You're cutting them loose?" "They cut themselves loose," Amora answered, "I just want to make sure they don't drag me down with them." "And your headquarters?" Morgan asked, looking pointedly at the stage decorated up like a throne room. Amora sighed with annoyance, "Break it all down, we'll move to site b." Standing up she addressed the young men watching her worshipfully, "Return to your homes, gentlemen. When you do, I command you to forget you ever met me." As the men shuffled out like sleepwalkers Morgan looked at his employer curiously, "You're just letting them go?" "They no longer interest me," Amora shrugged. A faint smile tugged at her lips, "You could say I have a new interest, now." "Of course," Morgan said as they went out into the sunlight. Amora climbed into her car as she said, "Keep me updated on the Wrecking Crew, if Force Works stops them I want battle footage." "Yes, ma'am," Morgan agreed as she drove off. Frowning to himself he consulted his personal organizer, "The Crew know too much about me... I think I'd best take steps." Dialing a number he smiled, "Hello, Delilah? I have a little job for you." Across the city in the Stane Enterprises base of Force Works, Connie Leeds drank her coffee as the brown haired woman sat in front of the team's monitor center. On the screen in front of her data scrolled by, including police reports, superhero fan blogs and other sources of up to date information. Warbird walked in, the black clad blonde looking at the screen curiously as she asked, "Anything interesting?" "Some," Connie admitted, "but nothing I think we need to handle yet." "Like?" Warbird pressed. "The teen heroes called Runaways are still operating around LA," Connie noted, "as are their rivals, the Loners. According to the police there's some rumors of renewed trade in MGH, but nothing confirmed yet." "MGH?" Warbird had to ask. Connie smiled slightly, "Mutant Growth Hormone. It can trigger temporary powers in people, but they can be very unstable." "Let me guess, it causes a high too?" Warbird offered. "It's the latest kick," Connie agreed, "right along side ecstasy and other party drugs." "Lovely, deranged kids with superpowers," Warbird grimaced, walking over and pouring herself a coffee. "Warbird, can I ask you something?" Connie turned in her chair to face the other woman. "Do you like Thunderstrike?" Warbird jerked, nearly spilling her cup of coffee. "Of course I like her," she said uneasily. "No," Connie looked at Warbird intently, "do you LIKE Thunderstrike?" A blush colored Warbird's cheeks as she put her cup down on the meeting table, "Why are you asking me that?" Connie met her eyes frankly, "Because I think if I got to know her, I could like Thunderstrike that way." She smiled grimly, "And you sure seemed to develop a strong dislike of me when I flirted with her." Warbird looked away, feeling suddenly uncomfortable as she said, "I'm sorry." "I'm not trying to be mean," Connie said a bit more gently, "I guess I just want to know where I stand." Warbird puffed out a breath as she sat down, staring down into her coffee cup. "I really don't know how to answer you," she conceded after a moment, "I've never been attracted to another woman before." "But you are now?" Connie led. Before Warbird could answer the monitor screen shifted from a cool blue to a flashing red, and with a muffled curse Connie turned to check it out. "What's going on?" Warbird demanded as her eyes swept the still unfamiliar symbols and codes for the LA police department. "Superhuman incident," Connie reported, "conflict involving a unknown superhuman and the Wrecking Crew, near the bad side of town." "They've finally reappeared," Warbird frowned as she asked, "can you contact War Machine and Thunderstrike?" "Already on it," Connie said. Warbird hurried to the door, "Tell them I'm on my way there, Connie." "Are you sure you shouldn't wait?" Connie looked at her worriedly, "the Wrecking Crew out powers you, you know." "I'm just going to check things out," Warbird promised, "I'll wait till reinforcement arrive before acting." "I hope you mean that," Connie said as she turned back to the monitor board. With that Warbird raced out of the building and flew skyward, her long blonde hair flowing in the breeze as the black, gold and red clad heroine soared from the industrial heart of California to the lights of LA. The sounds of alarms and sirens brought her to her goal, and she settled down on a building to watch in surprise. A woman dressed in purple stood in the rubble, surrounded by burning cars and the battered bodies of all four members of the Wrecking Crew. A tall, cool looking blonde she coldly hoisted up Piledriver as she said, "You four caused me a lot of trouble." Warbird winced slightly at the sound of the blow as she watched from cover. She couldn't guess how strong the stranger was, but she was clearly strong or tough enough to defeat four Asgardian powered beings. In fact, Warbird was seriously wondering if the woman intended to kill the four of them... `Not that part of me would mind that,' Warbird admitted to herself as she drew her camera out and snapped a few shots, `but heroes aren't supposed to do that kind of thing.' Tucking it away again she saw the lady readying to deliver another blow to her helpless foe, and couldn't bring herself to wait any more. "You should have just obeyed orders," the woman sneered to the groaning man she held so easily, "now you die." "Hold it right there!" Warbird declared boldly, standing to make the maximum impression in the afternoon light. "You've got to be kidding me," the woman muttered as she dropped him, "hey hero, this doesn't concern you." "It does if you're going to kill them," Warbird answered as she let herself float, building the energy up inside of her. "Of course I'm going to kill them," she laughed and cheerfully added, "how else do I make my rep in this town?" Like a bullet Warbird launched herself at her, then was stunned as she was slapped from the air with a powerful blow. `Okay,' Warbird shook herself as she rose to face her enemy, `she's stronger than I thought.' "The name's Delilah," she smiled cheerfully as she advanced on Warbird, "and I'm gonna make you regret you ever met me."
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