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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2016 18:31:56 GMT -7
NOTE: This takes place one week before the events of A Nuclear Problem San Francisco, California. Quiet, quaint, "progressively-minded", all the places on the surface Elektra would feel at her most comfortable. In truth it made her agitated. She made a deal, and now she had to fulfill it: She either died, or destroyed something she cared for. The specifics weren't very descriptive, however, which meant to her, that could be anything. And yet nothing. Instinctively, she always thought that was Matthew, but she wasn't so sure if that was true, either. Besides, even if she wanted to, could she actually destroy Daredevil? Probably, she conceded. Did death really have to be the one solution? She was a killer. A trained assassin. Death was what she lived for. The irony amused her. It was high noon on a balmy day in March. Sure it was warmer here than say in New York, but she still needed a light spring jacket and jeans under boots. She took a sip of her herbal tea, this city was really into its organic foods, and realized that Matthew once lived out here. And then she remembered it was with Natasha Romanova. Ah, the spy. She wondered when she would crop up. She could always kill her too, she considered. After all, any woman in Matthew's life who kicks the bucket is something he deeply cared for, and by extension something she cared for, thus ending the agreement. But no, that wouldn't work either. She hated to admit it, but the world wasn't fun if she spent it with Matthew despising her with every fibre of his being, despite their differences. Well, what then? Damn you, Mephisto. Damn you, and I don't care if you hear every single one of my thoughts as I say it! She looked down at the newspaper. She rarely allowed her phone to access the internet unless it was a secure encrypted hardline to her handler, Locke. Idiot. Her nose rankled at the thought of that moron. Pity she couldn't just put a sai in his back and be done with this stupid deal. She glanced over the country wide news, and a headline piqued her amusement: "Top 10 Reasons Why San Francisco is THE Place to Live!" It was a fluff piece to be sure, but a particular point that caught her eye was that San Francisco prided itself on having no superheroes. Oh sure, they go over that Daredevil and the Black Widow once prowled their rooftops at night, but "with the escalating number of superhumans, violence, and street wars that plague New York, you suddenly sleep better being on the West Coast!"Street wars, huh? Interesting. She filed that into her memory. True, New York was no picnic the last time she was there, in fact she helped Matthew burn a corrupt women's shelter to the ground (with no casualties, to Elektra's disapproval after what Matthew told her,) but street wars? Intriguing.
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Post by Super Chick on Mar 14, 2016 20:11:48 GMT -7
Beware: An angel lies hides in your shadow. _______________________________________________
The light breeze picked up Natasha's hair form her shoulders and rearranged it lightly down her back. She felt no need to shiver int he light spring air brought in from the ocean, as it was yet a fair shade better than many of the places she visited on her recent missions, and as such the Widow was glad to be in California. IN some ways she had missed the warmer days and foggy mornings that often enveloped the bay. In others, she was just as content make her home in New York. However, the weather that was a nigh constant in this area of the country was a definite advantage she had missed.
It was bittersweet, though, to be here again. It always was whenever events conspired to bring the Widow back to this city. Natasha didn't miss her days with the West Coast Avengers nor with the Champions, but at times she did find herself reminiscing about her time here with Daredevil. Matthew was someone with whom the Widow shared a unique bond, both professionally and personally, and that was rare on all counts because, by trade and habit, Natasha was not a person willing to trust easily. The fact that she not only trusted Matt but grew to love him to the extent that it sometimes still pained her heart to know they could never be together implied that there was something deeply rooted between them that extended beyond mere friendship. It resonated within the spy that their relationship was unique, something to be cherished, because that kind of love was a rare gem that most people find only once in a lifetime. Natasha had lived two thus far and had been lucky to find more than one love of her life, but none of the same nature as Matt.
It was partially this reason that Natasha was trailing Elektra. She despised the idea that the woman had resurfaced in Hell's Kitchen, of that there was no question. But the reason for despising it was not that the woman was an assassin in whose wake chaos always followed. Rather, she despised it for the sake of Matt. The other woman toyed with Matthew in ways that made him unstable, bewildered, unhappy and more often than not, depressed in the end. In every way she was bad news for one of the few people in Natasha's life about whom she chose to befriend, care for and protect. So her being here and volunteering for this mission was two-fold. One was to find out what Elektra was up to and keep her from returning if possible. The second involved news of a deal with Mephisto, which also entailed discovering what Elektra was up to! Thus the two overlapped and it made perfect sense for the Black Widow to be the one to intervene.
She looked up from her table on the sidewalk outside the coffee shop. It was a bit cool for many yet, but being a balmy day for March, many coveted her place outside. Her green eyes looked toward the dark haired woman across the street who had not yet noticed her as she read a newspaper. Natasha sipped her steamy cappuccino and watched. She would speak to Elektra and discern what she could of her intentions and what, if anything, was happening concerning these rumors of her and Mephisto. The Widow watched, not trying to be discreet, and waited or Elektra to spy her.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2016 20:25:17 GMT -7
Elekta wasn't necessarily known for sensing people as Matthew was, but she always knew when she was being watched. And watched she was being. She gave a cursory glance around where, but could not ascertain whom. Deciding to be casual, she quietly took her tea and drained it in a gulp before leaving. She had been followed for a few weeks now, always staying one step ahead of whoever was following her, or so she thought. A few minutes and that would be that. She was prepared. She walked casually into the San Francisco crowds, getting lost in them before turning down a shortcut into a series of alleyways. She extracted her sais carefully hidden in her clothing and moved to the rooftops, moving with a speed and grace that many Olympians only wished they could possess. But followed she was still. Fine. New plan. She hopped down an alleyway and waited for her pursuer to round the corner. Three. Two. One. She yanked person, who turned out only to be a very frightened barista on his lunch break, before brushing him off and making him forget he ever saw her. As he rounded around the corner, figuring he just tripped over his own feet, she sensed movement behind her and hurled one of her sais. But her target was quicker, the sai lodging itself into the concrete just inches away from her eyes, skimming a small sheen of violent red hair. "You!" she hissed savagely. Natasha Romanova. Part of her thought for a second of her murderous intent, but then realized what she literally just thought moments before. She hated herself at that moment, but not out of guilt, but out of honor.
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Post by Super Chick on Mar 15, 2016 19:47:50 GMT -7
Beware: An angel lies hides in your shadow. _______________________________________________
Natasha wasn't stupid. She knew Elektra would notice when she began watching her blatantly, but she would have assumed that she had seen the red-headed spy long before their encounter in the alley. To see the dark assassin looked surprised by whom she had just missed impaling her with her sai indicated that Natasha had obviously thought too highly of Elektra's skill.
With the sai planted firmly at eye level in the wall beside her, Natasha looked past it and into the eyes her aggressor. "You're slipping," Natasha said plainly.
Some might have called it baiting, and some may have been right. However, Natasha's goal in this encounter was not to throw down with the assassin again. Rather, she was here to obtain information concerning her reasons for being in Hell's Kitchen and, what if any, information was true concerning her having made a deal with Mephisto. Nothing good ever came of either, but the Widow was most interested in the answer to both questions.
Natasha retrieved the sai from the wall and played with it between her fingers as she advanced on Elektra. "I've heard a lot of rumors lately, Elektra. None of them flattering. Care to take a walk and discuss them?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2016 19:58:31 GMT -7
Elektra considered her for a moment. On one hand, she would've liked nothing better than to skewer her rather than fire a warning shot. On the other hand, the Black Widow was a problem. Even if she killed her, the Avengers were in hot pursuit. Or SHIELD. That was just bad on more levels than she needed. And she needed a plan. "Nope," she said and with that engaged. It would do her no good to prolong a fight, but given the chase would simply continue and end in a fight anyways, she felt it best to make the most of her blows when she had greater stamina and mental clarity. While her illusions would not entirely work on Widow, they did make her appear to be moving faster than she was. To outsiders, the battle looked as graceful as some of the finest ballets in the world. Punch, kick, Elektra retrieving her said mid spin, counter for counter, block for block. It was a dangerous dance to the death that few could ever match her in. She lunged, but was blocked. She saw the Widow's Sting come her way, she evaded. This brawl spilled out into the open after a matter of less than a minute in the alleyway when Elektra tried to clear the distance after narrowly evading the Stingers. She handsprung backwards and then gracefully flipped onto the top of a car to gain the high ground. Elektra knew that the Widow would not try to shoot her in the open, it would attract scrutiny. She carefully made everybody around her believe she was unarmed with a few gestures of her hands, but kept her sais at the ready for Widow's next attack. "Besides, not even you would begin to understand the gravity of what is at hand," she said, waiting for the illusion to take full effect to the masses. Within a moment, a mob would be on the redhead who would appear to them as an angry cop abusing her power. In the time it would take her to respond, it would be too late, and Elektra could use the confusion to escape. Wait for it, she thought and waited for the Avenger's smug retort.
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Post by Super Chick on Mar 25, 2016 15:14:54 GMT -7
It was expected, really. Natasha knew even as she confronted the assassin personally and walked toward her with sai in hand that it was unlikely Elektra would be willing to speak with her. Moreover, the Widow knew that even if Elektra was was buried to her neck in sand with scorpions were crawling all over her head, in her mouth and stinging her eyeballs, the woman would rather die than speak plainly with her. It was a sad state of affairs, but one Natasha accepted before embarking on this quest. The Avengers trusted that she would gather information on Elektra, however, so unless the Widow spoke to her directly or otherwise summoned Mephisto himself, it was unlikely to discover if a deal had been made. That implied that confrontation was her only option.
Eh, maybe it was. Maybe it wasn't, but Tasha knew that her decision to engage Elektra would at least provoke some fun. So she came out of the shadows, openly followed her and provoked this.
Onlookers may have called it a fight, but it may just as easily been called a cleverly choreographed form of art. The two masters of their craft fought flawlessly. Spinning, kicking, punching, blocking, maneuvering to evade. All of it seemed like a wonderful show intended to awe the audience and make them pay homage to them by holding up phones to videotape the performance of a lifetime. Natasha attempted to sting Elektra after the assassin retrieved her sai, but it missed. The Widow knew it would. And, because of the many civilians in their vicinity, she never drew a weapon beyond that. It was enough to know this dance with Elektra would make it onto Youtube. She didn't need a former Russian agent being labeled a threat to America again. God knew they were always in a state of fear for terrorism without her aid.
Elektra back flipped onto a car's hood and Natasha watched her with eager eyes. Yes, Elektra held a higher vantage point, but the Widow would have yet engaged her if not for the feeling that came over her that something was amiss. The red-haired beauty covertly took in the civilians around her through her peripheral vision. They were increasingly disturbed despite the lack of action, and it seemed, mostly at her. She ground her teeth silently and ignored them for the moment.
"Oh darling, don't get a big head. I've dealt with situations of far more significance than you," she retorted to the assassin on the car. Her brow raised as her hands rested on her hips. "But it appears you prefer the game of cat and mouse far more than confession of your sins." People started yelling at Natasha as if not experience the same reality as what they were videotaping on their phones. "Pity," the Widow continued. "It would have saved me a lot of time to discuss things openly with you but, since you prefer to manipulate the minds of these poor people, I guess I'll just have to do what I do best."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2016 17:36:14 GMT -7
Elektra scoffed. Of course. Avengers always liked to think they had a sense of greater importance to the world because they stopped a few aliens every now and again. A part of her wanted to strike out and lash that pretty face into something not even a blind man could love, but what would that progress? She saw the gun. She could feel the body language shift. The inevitability of it all; if she could just hit a reset button on her life, she would. But what would that accomplish? She thought privately. Sure she could easily prevent deaths that changed her life instead of being the cause of them, maybe even settle down. But would she be satisfied? In her heart of hearts, once upon a time, she might have been. But today? It felt like everything she did only destroyed, which each break becoming more widespread and more destructive than the last. "There are some things one cannot simply discuss, Natasha. Sometimes we simply must act. Call it selfish or whatever you like, but I too, will do what I must," she said and as the rioters began to charge for the Black Widow, she threw down a smoke bomb to cover her escape and jetted up to the rooftops and headed towards her hotel room to gather her supplies and escape. She felt her phone ring. Locke. Dammit. She answered it after extracting it with difficulty from her tight fitting jeans. She would do well to never wear them again in case these situations arose. "WHAT!?" She hissed dangerously into the phone's receiver. "Jeezus, E, and here I was coming with some good news about your pet projects. I got one just outside of Reno, Nevada. But I have to ask, what do you need with the Radioactive Man of all people?" Elektra did not answer, which was code for "none of his business," "Alright then, I will wire up a ticket for you to print once you get back to the hotel. Don't worry, Interpol and security checks won't know it's you," "But SHIELD might..." she murmured inaudibly to anybody but herself. She closed her phone and took full use of her arms again by careening down a few side streets before making her way back to the hotel. With any luck, the mob she caused had slowed the Widow down long enough to throw her off the trail. She checked over her body for any tracking devices and found one on the collar of her jacket. Well good. Trail can go dead here, she thought as she was at least a good four blocks from the hotel. She stomped on the tracker and took off. She had little time and that would only slow the Avenger down, not stop her.
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Post by Super Chick on Apr 14, 2016 14:37:43 GMT -7
Natasha never reached for her gun; she never intended to. Instead, as Elektra made her escape through the fog of a the smoke grenade, Natasha used the tools in her bracelets to aid her own. She unleashed a cable from the left one and was off the ground and headed to the roof of a nearby building before the first rioter had reached her. The Widow landed safely above, noting Elektra had taken a similar course of action. She watched with unfettered calm as the assassin made her way away from the scene. Natasha didn't worry about catching her. She knew that, in time, they would meet again. Rather, she let the dark haired woman believe she had won this battle. It would make her more confident in future meetings.
The people below sounded angrily at one another, searching for the woman they sought as their enemy. Natasha had no idea what kind of illusion Elektra had provided to make her an enemy of the people, but she knew it would soon enough wear off and they would all wonder why they were doing what they were doing. She need not wait for them to come to that realization. As long as they were not harming one another, then there was no need to intervene. So, she walked back across the rooftop and headed toward the fie escape on the other side.
Upon landing safely on the ground away from the people seeking her, the Black Widow walked with a serenity in her stride that did not match her spirit. She could feel that Elektra was up to something, and that in some way her deal with Mephisto had transpired. It was a gut instinct more than any fact she had gleaned from the encounter, but Tasha had long ago learned to trust her instincts. She took an overcoat from the back of an unoccupied bench as she passed by bus stop and slid it over her shoulders. She reached in the pocket and pulled out a burner phone.
"Contact made but no answers yet," she said into the phone once someone accepted her call. "I'm in pursuit but this could take a while. I'll be in touch." She paused as if listening for an instant, then closed the phone and tossed it into a trash can at the next corner. Natasha looked up into the lovely San Francisco sky and inhaled. Oh, how she loved this city. It really was too bad she couldn't visit longer.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2016 16:15:13 GMT -7
Elektra made it through the airport security without incident. It was, she admitted privately, a little convenient that Natasha wasn't waiting for her on the plane with a gun trained on her back. She felt exhausted, but restless. Sleep beckoned her, and yet her senses were sharp and alert, and not without reason. Even though she was headed to Nevada, the middle of the desert, she began to privately strategize escape solutions in the event SHIELD agents would be waiting for her once she landed. Would she just use the same illusion trick with that many people? No, too easy, plus there was no logic to utilize the "aggressive cop" trick in an airport, especially in a post-9/11 world. Fine. That idea was out. Monsters? No, too cliche, even for her. She drifted through a dozen strategies and followed them to their logical outcomes and stepped into a trance without realizing she had. Every outcome freely entering her mind and living each of them, feeling each thread to their conclusions. In ten of them, she ended up dead or captured. Two of them lead to her safety, but each had a cost. The many, or the one? Mephisto must be loving this, she thought privately. Realistically, she realized as she was pressed back into her seat with the feeling of the plane taking off, she would not kill the Black Widow. Not that she couldn't, but that would be counter-productive to her plans and have all of SHIELD, the Avengers, and Daredevil himself, after her. But then again the thought of killing nearly seven hundred innocent people wasn't appealing either. What is the matter with you!? she thought, admonishing herself. You know how this is going to end, and death is going to happen regardless!She argued with herself until finally, she fell fast asleep for the rest of the flight.
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Post by Super Chick on Apr 20, 2016 14:14:43 GMT -7
Natasha had not followed Elektra from the scene of their combat, but she was no less handicapped when it came to rediscovering her location later. At her disposal were every traffic cam in the city, as well as state of the art facial recognition scans. She was plugged into the airport security cameras, train stations, bus stations and docks. All of SHIELD's vast technology was at her fingertips and, beyond that, decades of hacking computer systems. Since the dawn of their inception, the Widow had been proverbially "plugged in" because as any good spy could tell you, information was the currency of any government or spy network. The Internet was her tool but her brain was the weapon.
She was ready to leave in an instant after arriving back to her room, but Natasha "plugged in" to all the surveillance in the area surrounding their combat, all the way to her thought hidden abode. The Widow deftly found Elektra making her way to the airport and learned by their security footage which flight she was taking. Had she forced it, she could have confronted her again before the flight left the airport, but the spy thought more would be gained by tracking her than by confrontation. SO she decided simply to follow.
Within the hour, Natasha was also on her way to Nevada.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2016 19:25:22 GMT -7
Elektra landed at the private airport in Las Vegas without incident. It was a pity she could not say the same about once she tried to leave it. Two undercover SHIELD agents tried to take her in, both of whom were left with noticeable stomach wounds. She tried to make it as non-lethal as she could to duck out of her ninja power induced visions, but part of her did not care whether or not they died. Did the Widow send them? That seemed likely. Was she shocked she was going to be tailed? No. Either way, she had a long way to go before she even had to go to ground. She took one of the rental cars at the airport to a strip club on the fringe of the strip. Locke had sent her the information while she was in the air. Her contact was a woman named Xin Hua Wen, who was one of the workers here. She didn't pity the woman for her lifestyle choices, only who she decided to play middle man for. Fortunately, she was already doing her routine on stage by the time Elektra arrived. She decided to forego formalities and wore her traditional assassin attire, announcing her presence. Every suited man in the joint immediately had their eyes trained on her and their hands on their glocks. She had already cast a warning sign of giving herself more of a presence than a woman easily half their size would have, just in case some of them didn't know who she was. She glanced around, sure enough, some of them reacted more than others, indicating some didn't realize who she was. Xin Hua finished her routine hastily and headed for the back. Elektra followed, but was stopped by a near three-hundred pound bouncer. "You're not welcome here," he said. "Am I?" said Elektra and pushed a spell of madness into his mind, which was triggered with her applying pressure right into the weak point in his wrist. Within seconds the man was screaming as if seeing his worst nightmare take physical form and began attacking his compatriots as if they were extensions of the monster he saw. Elektra moved on, the spell would only last until he was either knocked out or dead. Nevertheless, she had gotten what she had come for. Stepping into the dressing room, many of the girls backed up in fear as they saw her sais and the bulge of other concealed weapons. "Leave," she said simply, her voice with a strong commanding presence. With that, many took their cue. Xin Hua, however, did not, almost as if she knew why Elektra was there. "We need to talk," said Elektra. Her voice had no warmth, but no ice either. It was just a simple statement of fact. "I suppose we do," said Xin Hua and took up a seat, Elektra closing the door behind her.
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Post by Super Chick on Apr 21, 2016 14:32:31 GMT -7
When Natasha arrived in Nevada, she learned of her two agents being hospitalized. Upon discovering they had confronted Elektra rather than simply allow themselves to be seen and noted, Natasha swore under her breath. Stupid. She had no time for their injury and made no motion to see them or discover their conditions in the hospital. Rather, she ignored their plight entirely, knowing SHIELD would take care of them and they did not require her babysitting. Had they not confronted the assassin and ignored her order to simply be seen so Elektra knew they were yet on her trail, then they would not have been nearly killed.
Good help is hard to find, she lamented mentally as she hailed a taxi.This is why I work alone.
A little while later, Natasha had set up her laptop at a local coffee shop that had free WiFi. She ordered some coffee, propped her sunglasses casually on her head and got to work using her resources to begin discovering Elektra's path. To any other patrons she looked simply like any one else engrossed in their electronic life.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2016 22:15:49 GMT -7
Elektra pulled up a chair and sat in it, the back to her chest and her sai casually trained on the woman. It was still in a threatening manner, but her demeanor was more of a spider playing with its food before it went in for the kill. "You want to know where he is, don't you?" Xin Hua asked. "If by 'he' you mean the Radioactive Man, then yes, yes I do," replied Elektra, her tone light but deadly. Xin Hua let out a sigh then spoke in Mandarin. <"What has Chen Lu done now to piss off the Hand so much they would send their prized assassin?"> she said, practically spitting as she spoke in disgust, not realizing Elektra understood every word she said and in turn, replied in Mandarin. <"The Hand doesn't want anything from Chen Lu; and I have not served the Beast for years,"> she said, which startled Xin Hua and with it, Elektra stood rather fast and knocked her seat aside, picking the woman up by the neck (there was little else to grab on her person that wouldn't tear under her strength, allowing her to get away,) and trained a sai to her throat. "Now we can do this the easy way and you tell me where in the bloody dessert he is," Elektra began, returning to English, her accent still thick, "Or, I can torture you in more ways than you realize until you give up his location and be reduced to little more than a snivelling worm begging for death. Simple enough, yes?""That might be, but I have another option," she said. Elektra wasn't even paying attention and narrowly missed a bladed steel fan swing across her stomach, cutting a healthy tear into her garb, revealing even more skin than she already did. Elektra looked back up only to lean all the way back into a bridge, crossing her sais to push the fans even higher over her head and successfully deflect the follow up. She placed a kick into the woman's back. Okay, she could fight. She admitted she didn't see that one coming and decided to open up her ninja senses, but all she could see was herself walking into a diner. Strange. She shrugged it off and blocked two of Xin Hua's lunging strikes before locking her into a bladelock. "Hard way it is, then,""Rot in hell, you evil bitch," "Already did that, whore,"Yes, she admitted in that split second, it was cheap to use that insult, but Xin Hua flushed like a tomato at that. Keeping her angry kept her off balance. Xin Hua pushed Elektra back and pulled out a small .22 from her garter belt and open fired. The close distance didn't help Elektra and she got grazed right in the shoulder before tossing a sai to disarm her. Losing my touch, my ass, she thought thinking about Natasha back in San Francisco, and with a graceful pirouette, delivered a sharp roundhouse kick to Xin Hua's midsection and sent her out of the dressing room and towards the staging area. More space, more options. Pity, for her at least, she thought as she stalked her retreating prey.
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Post by Super Chick on May 5, 2016 21:38:46 GMT -7
Natasha was able to track Elektra, partially because of facial recognition software and partially because the woman was somewhat predictable. She rarely found herself in places of good reputation. More often the assassin was only in high class buildings or offices if she had a mark or some other actual business. Right now, though, hr business seemed to be her own which implied that she would most likely revert to the underworld and much shadier places.
So it was no surprise when Natasha tracked Elektra to the strip club. Why she was there was most likely to meet with someone who owned the place or frequented it. Less likely was that she was there to see one of the employees, but it remained a possibility. There were no cameras in the strip club for obvious, probably even scandalous reason. So Natasha got on a motorcycle she had an agent rent for her and leave at her hotel, then was on her way to the strip club.
This time, Natasha had weapons on her, but she planned yet to rely on her other skills as much as possible. Elektra was far more valuable alive, even if she was dangerous. And frankly, even if there was a kill order on her, Natasha would not do it through confrontation but by stealth. Elektra wouldn't even see it coming if the Widow were ordered to take her out - but it didn't matter. Because of her respect and love for Matt, she probably never would.
The Black Widow arrived at the club and entered. Her outfit was casual and functional for a fight if it came to it, but nonetheless she couldn't hide her assets in a place like this. Heads turned to her even as her eyes looked for Elektra. Instinct told her that the assassin was definitely still here.
Gunfire alerted Natasha to exactly where Elektra was and Natasha was quickly on her way. She entered the staging area just after the three bouncers. From the doorway, Natasha also quickly took in the situation.
Elektra: 1. Stripper: nothing.
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2016 22:01:35 GMT -7
Elektra watched Xin Hua recover to her feet and try a side kick, which Elektra managed to sidestep. She railed her sais defensively and got her arms up to block the swipe, ducking under the left cross, twirling into a crouch and rammed the pommels of her sais into her gut, stunning her. Elektra managed to finish her off with a high knee right to the jaw. "Last chance," said Elektra dispassionately. Xin Hua spat at Elektra's feet. Knowing she was defeated, however, she put her hands up in surrender. "Very well, he is well beyond the city borders. The map is on my phone in my bag," Elektra nodded and without turning heel, went into the back and retrieved the phone, not caring of Xin Hua's fate. Odds are she would get a head start to warn the Radioactive Man of her arrival, but she cared little. She stepped back inside the dressing room and found the bag on one of the desks by the hot mirror lamps. As she found the phone, she heard a gun click. "You're late," she said, not bothering to look at who was aiming at her. She knew.
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