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Selene	Its about 9:45 on a Friday Night in Manhattan's Midtown. Recently a group of techno-motorcyclists robbed a big financial mecha here in this part of town and then raced their way out of the place. Since then there's been additional attacks/robberys from these kinds of repeat criminals where motorcycles that are brightly lit up with riders equally brightly lit up like TRON characters have been spotted a lot, fads are fads and people like to keep them going. There's a popular club in Manhattan that is seeing a surge of them tonight, motorcycles showing up with their fancy light systems installed all racing and roaring around inside of a parking garage, their bright headlights creating a wild light show to anyone who looks into the garage from the outside and the roaring of engines rumbling through the facility. Seated on her own motorcycle, Selene is inside the garage... though she's dressed all in black and her bike is equally obsidian and devoid of the 'fad' trend of neon lighting highlights. The pale skinned woman just stares with her bright pale eyes at the bikers as they race through the parking facility, tormenting other citizens, and showing off for their groupies that are gathered up on the different levels.
Painkiller Jane	Jane Vasko really doesn't care about kids tearing around through Manhattan on motorcycles. Back when she was a police detective she might've actually given a damn about crap like that. Even robbery isn't usually enough to hit her radar. But repeated robberies combined with assault, linked to rumors of larger scale organized crime activity? She's on the job. Unlike Selene, Jane isn't exactly subtle. Dressed in skin-tight, revealing red leather, disguised with bandages and red sunglasses, she makes her way into the parking garage from a sub-level and takes the stairs. Don't have to be a newspaper reporter to hear about the parking garage derby, and Jane's contacts are still pretty good these days. She steps out of the stairwell one level above the street, casually moving right out into the middle of the racing lane. Taking a wide stance as a pair of bikes screams around a corner, she calmly draws a pair of automatics and thumbs the safeties off.
Selene	Its not exactly Selene's kind of crowd either... young people... she may appear outwardly as 'one of them' but the years and the mileage she's racked up has made her anything but. When the form of the woman in red appears, Selene's pale eyes track her movement for a moment but its not a face she recognizes, definitely isn't your casual garage-user however, but nonetheless the Death Dealer was here for a purpose and it was one of those riders that was just now coming around the corner. Her bike is abandoned and left riderless, parked in a corner where it had a rider one second it is now empty and vacated. When the neon-glow of the two riders passes by Jane she may be EASILY annoyed at how rudely close to her they come, but she's quick to realize that there's another person targetting them already. Selene steps out into their path and the headlights of the bikes illuminate her black leather clad form and her pale skin. One of the riders panics and drops his bike onto its side, grinds a long path into a concrete pillar and stops. The other? He's ripped right off of his bike by Selene who drops him onto the garage floor, then starts to drag him toward those stairs that Jane had exited from... Certainly something that Jane might not overlook.
Painkiller Jane	Painkiller Jane is prepared to face down the roaring bikes. She's even prepared to get run over in the process. It's easy to play 'chicken' when your body heals from everything, after all. Jane was NOT expecting some dark, preternaturally-fast figure to just *pluck* one of the riders from his bike. One bike skids into a concrete pillar, the second bike following. And suddenly Jane isn't focusing on the crashes, or even on the rider who lost his nerve and bailed. Stairwell. Woman in black. Dragging a biker by his collar. She handles the kid pretty easily for a chick who's maybe five-six and a buck and a quarter soaking wet. Jane lowers her guns and heads for the stairwell at a quick jog. "Hey, goddammit! I wanna talk to him!" Thus spake the crazy lady in red leather all wrapped up in bandages and waving guns around. That's when the kid who ditched his bike pulls a gun and starts shooting.
Selene	The gun shots from the kid who panicked and fell off his bike are loud! Echoing off of the walls of the parking garage they make a group of people sitting on the trunk of a car drinking some booze all rush for cover behind the lines of vehicles! His shots aren't accurate though as his leg is badly injured... he's groaning too while he gets up to his feet and tries to even out his aim, firing again at the closing door of the stairwell causing sparks of his bullets to bounce off of the concrete wall. Inside the stair well its lit in a pale blue from a fixture mounted on every level and mid level wall. Selene drags the man she had by the scruff up a flight of stairs and around the corner before she slames up against a wall and then goes up against him so that her face is nearly touching his motorcycle helmeted head. "Where is he?!" Selene shouts at the man in the techno-neon yellow trimmed suit. He mutters inside his helmet frantically and she reaches up to rip it off his head. Back near Jane, the gunmen is reloading his weapon and limping toward the stairwell while cursing loudly inside his own helmet.
Painkiller Jane	The kid is down so his shots are mostly low in addition to being wild. For all that, and as close as he is, Jane gets clipped in the leg as she rounds the closing door. "Shit!" But she doesn't stop. The little woman in black has the much-bigger kid hoisted mostly off his feet as Jane closes, arriving just in time to watch Selene beat the kid against the wall. The woman in black reaches for the helmet and suddenly Jane is the calm one. "Easy there, sister. Leave his head on, alright? He ain't going anywhere. Don't let him go and don't kill him yet. I'll take care of his buddy." Jane was limping on her way into the stairwell, but after just a few moments she's limping a lot less now. The door starts to open and she blasts the concrete with half a dozen shots near the doorknob. It bangs closed again.
Selene	Selene's stare shoots over to the woman in red when she speaks, her black hair whipping around her head as she makes the sudden motion! She stares at Jane, her eyes are a near moonglow of blue-made even more pale by the lighting inside this stairwell. She watches Jane for a moment go to deal with the active shooter and then she turns back to the one she holds against the wall. "Vincent." She says. "Where is he?" She asks again while gunshots go off on that level of stairs below them, Jane dealing with that shooter is a helpful change of pace... though still a wildcard that might have to be dealt with in a moment or more. "He's dead!" The man shouts back at Selene, writhing against the wall in a bid to get free from the woman's powerful grasp. "I chewed his neck out myself!" And then he starts to laugh, loudly, boldly taunting the woman in black. She juts tilts her head to the side as she stares up at him. "I don't believe you." She tells him in her sultry toned voice. And a second later, while dealing with the gun men down below, Jane will hear the man Selene has up above screaming in pain or terror or both as she inserts a silver spike into his right shoulder.
Painkiller Jane	Painkiller Jane is patient, and by the time she reaches a good vantage opposite the door her leg has healed enough for her to drop into a police shooting-crouch. The door opens just a crack for him to test. Silence. Jane waits. Then the scream fills the stairwell and the other biker slams the door wide open. "I'm com-..." Two shots ring out, and unlike the earlier barrage they're carefully aimed. Gun-hand shoulder and leg. His good one. The gun clatters to the concrete. The screams are in stereo now and Jane quickly rises to pick up the dropped gun, tucking into her back waist. "Don't go away, now." she husks. Then she's jogging up the stairs to find the woman with the spooky eyes.
Selene	What Jane finds when she returns up a level if a nearly completely different situation than when she'd left it. The man that Selene had lifted up onto the wall is now, not a man at all, his body suit has been torn and shredded from his form and and it hangs off of him in ripped sections. His body is covered in a black matted fur and his face is no longer human but instead wolfen and snarling with massive fangs that chomp at the woman in the black leather who still has him by the neck and is shoving that silver spike deeper into his shoulder. "You're new at this." Selene says to the wolfman as he tries to strike at her with one of his large paws and she just bats it away with her hand before turning it to the silver spike she's inserting into its body. "As soon as you come back down from this... you'll be far more ready to speak to me on the topics that I deem necessary to address." The man that Jane downed near the doorway is pushing himself up against the wall and groaning loudly. "Son of a bitch!" He shouts inside his open-visored helmet. Jane has gotten herself into the literal middle of a very odd situation here tonight.
Painkiller Jane	Well THERE'S something you don't see every day. Jane figured the woman in black had the kid well in hand, so she's pretty relaxed. At least until she sees the writhing, furry, wolf-... whatever. "Are you kidding me?" she mutters, half to herself. The silver spike glints even in the low lighting of the stairwell. "And here I left my Lone Ranger bullets at home." Groaning-boy in the doorway is ignored for the moment. "Lady, who the fuck are you?"
Selene	And the wolfman that Selene has pinned up against the wall is continuing to struggle but he was new blood, he wasn't well trained and he didn't know how to fight the leader of the Death Dealers army... she was overmatching him by hundreds of years of training and experience. He continues to struggle against her though and she shifts here and there, adjusting her foot position and how she's holding him but after she has one spike in his shoulder she starts to slide another into the OTHER shoulder and the furious furry creature-thing roars and howls again. Down at street level a pair of men in suits step into the structure hoping to avoid the bikes outside and get up to their cars but when they hear the howling they both look at one another and share an exchange. "We need to pay for private parking." One says as they shut the door and go back out to brave the Neon Cyclists. Selene glances over to Jane and just stares at her for a lingering frew seconds while the monster she's pinning starts to slow down starts to wind down in his thrashing and clawing. "I'm nobody." She tells Jane. A moment later the man's body starts to morph again as he begins to return to his human form, the sight of it and the noises it makes are grusome to anyone who's never witnessed bones readjusting themselves inside their bag of flesh.
Painkiller Jane	Painkiller Jane has plenty of experience with bones and flesh reknitting to recognize the sounds when she hears them. She also knows how much it hurts. Wrinkling her nose as the furred beast begins returning to his human form, she lowers her guns. "Nobody, huh? Yeah, me too. You wanna work on him a bit more, then? Because I've got a few questions about Johnny Fontaine when he's feeling a bit more chatty." Jane pauses, gesturing casually with one of her pistols. "And let me know if, you know, you want me to shoot him or something. I know how to make it hurt without letting him bleed out. Not like you really need any help."
Selene	While Jane is talking she might hear down below that the man she disabled is tapping away on his smart phone. He's got it out in front of him and though he's struggling with it because he's injured and has smeared some blood onto its screen he seems ever diligent to get a text or a message out to whomever is on the other end, likely 'backup' as it were. Selene looks to Jane once more but doesn't reply to her, she shifts her stare back to the man she's holding as he's now held against the wall with two poisonous spikes in either of his shoulders. She lets him drop down to the ground now with his back to the wall leaving two streaks of blood against the dull grey concrete blocks of the wall and over the '3' painted on them. With a heavy exhale, Selene just crouches down in front of him, her black leather jacket pooling around her heel booted feet. She stares at the man. "Vincent." She says. The man coughs, repeated, head slumped. "Fu-fuck off." And with that said he instantly gets a fist to his nose which makes his head slap against the bloody concrete wall. "Vincent." Selene repeats.
Painkiller Jane	Shit. Jane isn't usually this sloppy. Then again, she doesn't usually see werewolves stuck to concrete walls with metal spikes. She hears the tapping on the smart phone. Down the stairs she goes. At least Jane will get her exercise tonight. The guy who's down in the stairwell taps more frantically with blood-smeared fingers when he hears Jane approaching, looking up at her more often now. "Easy, champ." she offers, kicking the phone away. Picking it up carefully by the edges, she wipes it off on his fancy jacket and slips it into her pocket. "Don't mind if I borrow this, do you?" Seeing as Selene has the guy upstairs firmly in hand, Jane calls up into the stairwell when she hears the body slamming against the wall again. "I SAID DON'T KILL HIM YET!" Then she turns towards the injured biker who's really going nowhere for the moment. Jane smiles, and it's not a nice one, as she crouches down to his level. "What can you tell me about Johnny Fontaine?"
Selene	When the phone is knocked out of the man's hands he wearily looks up at Jane and scowls at her. "Come on!" He shouts out of his open faced helmet. "You crazy bitches ruined my bike and you SHOT ME!" Nevermind he was trying to shoot them too, and it would seem he thinks she and Selene are together on this which probably isn't that far of a leap to make internally. When she settles in to ask him that question he gets all wide eyed inside his helmet and then shakes he head back and forth. "I ain't tellin' you shiiiiiiiit." He taunts Jane. "He was at Club Vector last night." The man upstairs-however-is starting to spill his guts to Selene. "Vincent, the pale mother fucker who thinks he's hot shit." His nose is gushing blood and he's talking through it. Selene is just staring at him with those pale blue eyes, listening. "Go on." She says. "He... he came in with two broads. Left with four." The man says in his thick New York accent. The Lycans she'd tracked to America had begun to bring in new recruits, just to strengthen their numbers... idiots like this biker, who knew not how to deal with the power of it all. "Who did he talk to at the club, other than the women?" Selene asks. "I don't know!" The man shouts at her through his bleeding nose. "Think about it." Selene calmly encourages, her voice smooth and honied with an exeprienced strength in these moments. The man Jane is asking questions though just shakes his head. "You freaks better not be expectin' to get outta this. We're a growin' gang, you can't hold up to us." He tells the lady in red.
Painkiller Jane	Painkiller Jane just crouches there, elbows resting on her knees while the injured guy spouts his bravado. "Hey, I'm not the one who ditched into a concrete wall." she retorts. Rising slowly, Jane can see *hear* the change when she drops Johnny's name, even if she can't see through the dark visor. "Yeah, I know. You guys are real bad-ass in your glow-in-the-dark outfits." she quips back. Holstering one of her guns, the guy is still finishing when she plants a combat boot right on his injured thigh. Jane steps, slowly putting weight close to the bullet wound. The guy screams like a girl. "Wanna try that again, tough-guy? How's the leg, by the way?"
Selene	The hollaring man down with Jane eventually turns into sounds of whimperse and bottled up frustration because he's not used to being the one in positions like this, he believes he's an alpha male who dominates others and its... challenging for him to relent, but the pain that Jane plays against him is a powerful tongue loosening instrument. "God damnit, lady, Johnny's a nobody!" He shouts. "He's a two bit drug running sack'a shit who's so busy snuffin' the damn stuff himself that he's gonna end up dead before the years out! He can't pay his own fuckin' debts and he's gonna get a lead infusion!" So apparently the man Jane is after has upset the gang he was trying to get in good with? Up a level, the man Selene is interrogating is slouching over... he's beat up and the silver is poisoning him the longer it stays embedded in his body. Keeping him weak. "Vincent spoke the club owner, Devon Dewback. We call him Double D.. cause its the only kinda women he keeps around him." "Charming." Selene replies to this in an even tone. She starts to rise up to her full height then while her eyes stay down on the man. She stares at him for a lingering moment before she turns and starts down the staircase, appearing there... staring down at Jane. "Do you still wish to speak to this man?" Selene asks Jane, seeing her there with the man she'd taken care. She'd helped Selene out by doing that, so the pale skinned woman in black was willing to pay that forward.
Painkiller Jane	Jane waits until the screams die down, only then relaxing the weight upon the man's injured leg. Red lips slowly curl into a smirk as he starts bad-mouthing Johnny. And the more he goes on the wider her smirk becomes. She doesn't reply, at least not to him directly. Calling back to Selene, she turns her back on the guy she shot. "Yeah, I think I do. This *loser* here somehow managed to fail his rite-of-passage. He's not on the inside. Maybe your guy is more useful." Approaching Selene, now, she keeps her back to the injured guy who starts REALLY yelling now. Protesting her assessment, to put it nicely.
Selene	The one Jane took out is a mouth little bastard and he continues to moan and groan as she rises up to go talk to his biking partner that Selene handled, does the guy even know he was riding alongside a werewolf? When Jane ascends the steps to the mid-level where Selene is, the pale blue eyes of the Vampire woman just stare right at Jane's own and its likely she'll know that the woman isn't wholely 'right' now that she can see her up close and personal like this. She's still calm though and doesn't appear to be a threat to Jane. "He's all yours." She tells Jane in that fluid European accent that flavors her spoken words. The wolfman-turned-man-again is just slumped there against the wall on the 3rd level, his nose has bled down onto his own chest and he's breathing, but its shallow. Selene just watches from where she is in the center of the two floors.
Painkiller Jane	Jane crouches down close to the slumped-over human wolfman, keeping a pistol still out as she checks out his injuries. "Wow, she hits pretty hard for a girl, doesn't she?" the redhead remarks casually. Lifting the panting creature's chin with the muzzle of her pistol, Jane looks into his heavily-lidded eyes. "I'll keep this simple for you, so you can save your breath on the lies. I *know* that Johnny is more than a two-bit thug who likes his own nose-candy. What I don't know is who his lieutenants are. You can start with New York." Before the guy can answer, however, Jane cocks the pistol. "I don't know much about... your kind. This isn't silver, it's just plain lead shot. I'm not sure it'll even kill you, at the end of the day. Wanna find out if it hurts, though?"
Selene	And Selene stays perfectly still where she is with her body up ner the railing that sweeps around from one level of stairs up to the next. She lets her pale blue eyes look from the man down below, up to the man above with Jane. She can hear the woman's questions, but doesn't know who this Johnny is... it just so happens that both women had needed to question these punks tonight. The bloody nosed Lycan-man raises his eyes up and he looks at Jane. He looks tired, the silver in his blood is destroying his will to 'care' about anything. He has blood running into his mouth from his nose and he just stares at Jane after she asks these questions. His eyes though, drop down to the pocket she has the other guy's phone in. Then they raise back up to her. "You have it all." He tells her, his lips wet with his own blood. "In your pocket." Meaning that that phone likely has the answers she's after. After he says this, Selene looks back up to him and her. "Is that it?" She asks Jane then. Outside the motorcycles can still be heard racing around, but there's the whoop-whoop of NYPD sirens... cops, here to confront the madness.
Painkiller Jane	Jane nods, rising slowly. Unlike the other guy, she doesn't turn her back on the wolfman as she steps away. Patting the phone in her pocket, she nods. "Enjoy your evening, then, citizen." And yeah, she's smirking when she says it. For her part, Jane is betting that the cops will have plenty of distraction with the bike-racers. Especially since nobody is shooting anymore. She approaches Selene. "We should probably leave. I'm Jane, by the way." With a nod towards the stairs, Jane starts that direction. "Find what you were looking for, Ms. Nobody? Talk while we walk."
Selene	Selene watches Jane descend the stairs and when she speaks to her she just seems to keep her eyes locked on the other woman's face. "I can't leave that way." Selene replies to her. "Not the way I came. Not tonight." The man down below is on his side and has crawled his way over toward the door, he's trying to use his bloody hands to open the door but they're slipping off of the smooth metal handle, its frustrating him and making him openly cuss. Selene, however, suddenly raises her right hand up and extends it past Jane... she's holding a handgun that aims right at the bloodied-nosed man and she pulls the trigger. There's an ear-deafening BLAST from her handgun inside the stairwell and the bullet from her gun goes right through the side of the wolfman's head, smearing the wall and floor with hot red blood.
Painkiller Jane	It happens so fast that it even makes Jane blink. The wolfman was alive one moment and now... he's a mural. Not a lot she could do about it, even if she chose to. "Well *that* escalated quickly. Leave the other one, Ms. Nobody. He'll babble on about werewolves and girls in leather beating him up. Or more likely he'll just lie about the whole thing to preserve his fragile ego. Either way, the cops won't believe him." And even if they DO, Jane still knows people. It won't be a problem. "You do what you've gotta do, and I'll do the same." There's a pause, a moment of awkward silence, then.
Selene	To be honest, Selene was also testing Jane to see what she could get away with with this woman. She wasn't entirely sure which side of the law this individual was on but this would help solve that... and kill the dirty Lycan in the process. Her gun is put back inside of her coat and she looks over to Jane and just dips her chin in a single nod a single time to her. "You won't have to worry." She responds in that huskied voice of hers. "The other one means nothing to me." He's still down there fumbling with the door, but now he's screaming because he knows that they just executed his riding partner! "I'm going up." Selene says to Jane. "Thank you for the assistance tonight. Goodluck with your hunt." Hunt is an odd way to phrase it, but what isn't odd about this pale woman with the sky blue eyes. Selene starts up the staircase then, her jacket flowing around her legs behind her as she goes, and the sounds of the bikes are gone outside but the sirens are growing in volume and number as more PD Cruisers arrive down at ground level.
Painkiller Jane	Up. Interesting choice of escape routes, there. "Um, thanks. Good luck to you with your hunt, too." Jane replies, trying to return the parting offering at least. European accent, pale skin, and sky blue eyes. Really need to do a bit of digging on this one. For her part, Jane's escape route is *down*. She takes the stairs two at a time, descending below the street to work her way through the garage's lower level. It's the same way she got in, through a service tunnel that ultimately links to the subway.