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X-O Manowar	It's just past midnight in the city that never sleeps, and tonight is certainly no different. In an alley, a black SUV is parked and something is unloaded from its back. A manhole cover is lifted, and two large figures drop the cargo into the hole. It lands with a shallow splash below, and the figures begin climbing down. "You remember the way to the drop-off?" one masculine voice asks, its face revealed when he turns on a flashlight, casting it about the sewer tunnel. "Yeah," says the other man. "Supposed to dump this thing where the company does it usual unloading, and it'll be taken care of. Don't know how, don't wanna know how." The two men heave their cargo into their arms and begin slowly walking down the tunnel, their footsteps punctuated by the drip-drip of water from the tunnel roof ... and a drip-drip from their cargo.
Beverly Lynn	The sewer is as damp and wet as one would expect, but plenty spacious to move around comfortably in. A voice suddenly calls out, though it's impossible to tell from where, due to the echo. It's feminine, that much is obvious, and light and girly, rather than low and menacing. "Excuse me, mind if I ask what's in that?" The voice bounces off the walls.
X-O Manowar	"Jeezus--!" one of the men shouts in surprise, while the other drops his end of the cargo and retrieves a pistol from under his jacket. "Who the hell was that?" asks the man with the weapon. "/What/ the hell was that?" asks the other, before hissing: "Let's just drop this off and get outta here. We ain't paid to become the freakin' Hardy Boys." After a moment staring into the darkness, the gun-wielding man slips his weapon back in its holster and lifts the cargo again. "Fine," he mutters. "Take a right up ahead."
Beverly Lynn	Beverly Lynn 's sigh echoes around the sewers. "Come ooon, I'm just curious. I don't like being ignoooored." She suddenly sounds a lot whinier. "I work with a sewer clean-up company. I just wanna make sure you aren't gonna dump anything here -I- have to clean up."
X-O Manowar	"Frank, hurry the $%&# up already," one of the men says as they both pick up their speed, trying to jog down the tunnel while carrying a heavy load between them. They take a turn, and then another, their eyes wide and their breathing labored. "Are you sure this is the way?" "Shut up." "If there's someone down here 'cleaning' ... how can we be sure we ain't gonna get 'cleaned,' too?" "I swear to god if you don't shut up I'll make /sure/ you're left down here." "I've got the keys, man." "Crap." They reach a dead end and curse all manner of obscenities in a variety of volumes. "Well ... what now?"
Beverly Lynn	Beverly Lynn whines again. "Come oooon, I'm just part of sewer clean-up! I don't wanna hurt you!" The water behind the pair starts rippling, then rises up to form the shape of a young woman. She seems pretty un-threatening, but she -is- some sort of mutant, meta, or other weirdo. "But...I mean, I -will-, depending on what the hell you two are doing down here this late at night." She glares and folds her arms beneath her bosom.
X-O Manowar	"I--I--I don't want to die, Joe." "Me neither, Frank, but whatever that is talking to us..." Just then, the woman rises up. Frank shrieks in a high-pitched voice. Joe falls backwards and grabs his pistol, firing wildly, not hitting anywhere even close to Beverly Lynn. "Oh god, oh god, don't 'clean' us, we'll be quiet, I swear," Joe babbles when his gun empties. Frank has his hands intertwined before him as if praying. "We're--we're--we're--we're--" he stutters. Joe interjects. "We're dropping off some 'trash,' he says, emphasizing the last word. "We were told to bring it down here and let it get mixed in with everything else that's worth getting rid of." He nods to the nearby cargo. It's about six feet long and wrapped in tarp.
Beverly Lynn	Beverly Lynn stares the two down with a frown, not even flinching at the gunshots. Her gelatinous body ripples slightly at the shockwaves, but that's about it. "Or...Or! Or I've got a better idea!" She slides up toward the men, lower legs still melted into the water below. "Orrr, you can take this 'trash' up to the police station, drop it off there, then run back to your boss and tell him you fucked up. How's that?" A wide, thin smile stretches across her lips as she leans in toward them.
X-O Manowar	Frank's eyes widen even further--which may seem impossible--and is otherwise frozen. Joe tries to push himself backwards, even throwing the pistol at the woman in protest. Once it's airborne, he tries to run past her, down the tunnel back the way they'd come. Frank merely wets himself in fear.
Beverly Lynn	Beverly Lynn doesn't try and stop Frank. The pistol lodges itself inside her, where it sort of bobs around. She looks over at Frank, then sighs. "Hey, mind if I borrow your phone? I believe I've just witnessed a crime." She smirks, then, "I'd bet the police would go easy on you if you ratted out Shooty McTriggerhappy." She juts a thumb back behind her.
X-O Manowar	His lips trembling, Frank very slowly--almost painfully slowly--reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cellphone. "Hhh--hee---here--" he chokes out. "P--p--please don't ... don't kill me," Frank whispers. In the distance, Joe's footfalls grow softer and softer as he runs away.
Beverly Lynn	Beverly Lynn snatches the cell phone from Frank's hand, then quickly punches in 911 on the receiver. Her Jell-O fingers seem to be as solid as flesh against the phone, leaving no residue. "...Hello? Hey! So, uh, we're underground, and--...I'll get to that. Here I am, in the sewers, when I hear these two suspicious guys, carrying what's very obviously a dead body. I trail 'em, they get scared shitless, and--...Huh? Oh, yeah, forgot to mention, I'm a metahuman. Long story. Anyway, I'm thinkin' gang activity. Oh! I even got one of the guys' guns! He just threw it at me, and--" She goes on for a while, still keeping an eye on Pissy McGee as she talks.
X-O Manowar	Frank stays motionless the whole time, staring at Beverly Lynn out of the corner of his eye. "Can you see me if I don't move?" he whispers, nearly inaudible. "You ... you won't /eat/ me, will you? I'm not ready to die yet." A tear rolls down his cheek. "Wait--don't, don't, don't tell me. I don't want to know." He shuts his eyes tight and shakes his head.
Beverly Lynn	Beverly Lynn lets out an annoyed grunt. "Hold on," she mutters into the phone before covering the bottom of it with a hand (not that it does much). "I'm not gonna eat you, alright? I'll -restrain- you if you try and leave, but I won't -eat- you. Shut up, I'm on the phone." She scoffs and puts the phone back to her ear. "Sorry, sorry. One of the gangsters is just -whining-, oh my -God-." She pauses. "Hm? My name? Nnnno, I'm gonna stay anonymous. I'm calling from the gangster's phone. He was nice enough to give it to me. Even said he'd give you guys the name of the other gangster! He ran off." She covers the receiver again and nods quietly to Joe, like it's a casual phone conversation with her mother.