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@jason_ford: @nightwarden17: @knight101: @icefire_outlaw: @dr_halloween: @ali_sani_bashir:
"Lo, There do I see my Father. Lo, There do I see my Mother and my brothers and my sisters. Lo, there do I see the line of my people back to the beginning. Lo, They do call to me. They bid me take my place among them in the halls of Valhalla. Where thine enemies have been vanquished. Where the brave shall live forever. Nor shall we mourn but rejoice for those that have died the glorious death." Taylor recited while sitting in a Dodge Challenger preparing for what she was about to do. She didn't consider it a prayer like it originally was, it was more just how she gave her respect to the valkyrie that looked after her. This guardian was her armor, her natural shield to what was to come. She wasn't invincible but she did believe by her skill and the valkyrie's touch Taylor could become more of a dragon then her idol ever was.
Activating the comm system through her phone she did her best to explain what she was going to do in a quick and clear manor. She'd seen some novices in the past basically monologue to try and explain the situation. The dragon didn't want to make such a glaring rookie mistake. Of course she also needed to clarify things given that her entrance was to be a rather unorthodox one. "This is Dragonfang moving into position. The Bishop family used to be tied to organizations such as this. I'll be doing what I can to get as close to the center of things as I can." Of course there was more to her past then that. Such information didn't need to be carried over however and to much comm chatter would make the call appear suspicious. Parking the muscle car off to the side so as to not obstruct the possible get away strategies of the mob the warrior approached with the subtlety of an assassin.
Way she saw it there was going to be blood and maiming contrary to some of the other heroic plans in place. Taylor wasn't going to tell the squad about murderous intention, however her current cover only worked in future operations if news didn't get out to the crime circles of what she had done. If the mob knew Taylor was trying to return to her families criminal roots she could get in close for the kill. If these mobsters came out a live though news could spread, not to mention prisons didn't fare well in securing the kingpins of crime anyway. Jessica Rook the previous Dragon Fang operated on the proper principal. That fear and dread did better at softening crime rate then a cell you could buy out of, pushing grim thoughts aside however the Dragon approached in her known aesthetic. The outgoing spoiled brat of a crime lord.
"Still rocking the cliche trail of black cars, nice not suspicious at all." The guard at the door couldn't help but roll his eyes and laugh. She wasn't wrong it was so by the tropes it'd of been asking for trouble if not for the bullet proof materials in place and security. Of course they were quick to try and shoot down her attempt at entry. "My company got fragged to hell that whole legitimate business idea is f--king asking for it." Again in their eyes she wasn't wrong, the criminal way of things was better and if Bishop industries got back into the game maybe moved out here it would be beneficial, a call was made to the higher ups. A minute later the doors opened with a few rules being laid out for her unexpected entry. "Makes sense" she remarked as they informed her she'd be a few levels below the meeting. Which coincided with the squad plan perfectly. "Thanks for letting me in." She was unexpected and so she showed her gratitude as she entered. While venturing to the given floor she was supposed to be on she did her best to memorize the building layout and security positions. Knowing the battlefield instrumental given the numbers against her should things go south.
@knight101: @nightwarden17: @dr_halloween:
Opting to stand atop the telephone pole instead of the roof to better look over the city lights Taylor listened to the brief introduction. She'd met the warden at a fight club and was made an offer to assist in a mission and potential team. While Taylor's idol the original Dragonfang wasn't a team player Taylor knew to really bring about change she had to work alongside others. This ordeal was rather annoying though meet up with a few fellow soldiers only to be told they had to go somewhere else to meet the rest. Dedication of the ragtag band and general enthusiasm to do some good made the venture worth it however.
"I don't want a reward, just to see the mob laid to rest. You can keep your money warden consider the first mission free." As the wealthy warrior vanished his sleek armor dissipating into the night Taylor turned to introduce herself, scarlet hair being brushed from her face. "Name's Taylor. I can get you two to Chicago if you need. Just no additional guests not exactly the most spacious means of transport." Her custom vehicle meant more for one or two people. Not one to deny her curiosity she was quick to turn to the sitting jack-o-lantern "So is that your actual head?"
"Damn, don't like to go small on these projects of yours do you?" She remarked admiring the design, but also thoroughly looking it over her expectations and wants an exact thing. Impressive as the machine was it was to large and against her new course of action. With someone looking out over her shoulder, Taylor wanted to stick with a limited design. To much tech would go against her deal and ruin her new defenses. So carefully the dragon moved around the projection, her finger highlighting various points and functions.
"Essentially I just want the vehicles not the mecha. Strengthen the body armor, I can't defend it like I can my own skin. Needs to be stripped down to a more compact design, even if it means fewer weapons and utility." Feeling a bit bad though the heir of the dragon explained. "I came across a friend of the family. I'm far more durable then a human should be. To maintain that however I have to go with an old school look. Wouldn't even go out in plate mail." Explaining that a valkyrie was over her shoulder was a bit to abstract and outlandish for her to comfortably get into. Taylor was done with any element of secrecy however, shadows and lies was something she wouldn't indulge in. "Also I don't want this thing free, take at least something for it even if its at a bargain price. I'm not okay with exploiting what others worked hard to create."
She sighed in annoyance and emptied her drink before bothering to get to her feet. She was a striking contrast to the armored assassin. He stood broad shouldered and covered head to toe in some of the latest in technological combat. Taylor stood in a ordinary shirt and jeans, only give away of something more was a set of knives against her leg. With a crack of the knuckles and a brush of scarlet hair from her brow she bothered to speak up.
"You don't need to go murdering people in a fight club. It's for fighting not the latest hunger games. Let alone the get up, most of us don't even got brass knuckles let alone armor." She smiled clearly more playful then trying to offend the guy. "It's okay though I've got some tricks of my own. We can go a round if you can put down that killer instinct a bit."
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