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Started March 26, 2019 by Deleted user

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Mickey made sure that her headdress was still fixed on tightly, then walked out, ready for a good fight.

Sylas followed her out, a small smile tugging at his lips as he twirled his knife in his hand again absentmindedly.

"Oh boys!" She called out coo-ey. Ten pairs of eyes turned to look at her. When the spotted Sylas behind her, they charged. "Time for a good fight."

"That it will be." He said, striding forward confidently and with a grin on his face. He slipped out of the way of the first guard that came to him and started attacking the second.

She did a few front hand springs, landing on a guy's neck and swinging around to pull him onto the floor in a fluid motion. Mickey might be a techie chick, but she knew how to put IP a fight.

Mickey's style of fighting was way different than Sylas', he slipped between people and did more kicking and slicing than she did. He didn't care if she was mad that a majority of the people who tried attacking him ended up dead, it was how he fought.

Mickey's style of fighting was fluid and more gymnastics. She knew the ways to destroy people and did it in the quickest way. One might describe her way of fighting as similar to the MCU'S Black Widow.

He took out a few more of the people and then watched her, wiping his knife off in the sleeve of his shirt, "Almost done over there Mickey? All the ones over here are dead."

Mickey looks at the men Sylas fought, bleeding on the ground, then at the ones she fought, merely unconscious. "Damn it Sylas. You know you're not supposed to kill. Now I'm got a have to fill out a form cause I was your partner."

"What did you expect," He shrugged, "I want to make sure that they aren't going to wake up and sound any alarms." He stepped over the bodies and put his knife away, straightening out his suit as he walked towards her.

"There's easier ways to do that," She groaned. "Look, when you get another inquiry about your methods, don't come to me about it. I won't help."

He shrugged again, "I don't ask for anyone's help when I get an inquiry, they haven't told me I have to stop my methods yet, and I think it's because if they do they know I'm going to quit."

"Yeah, I guess you're one of the best, but seriously. Stop killing people. I didn't get to where I am now because I killed people. And I know for a fact that you will never get past 18 if you keep killing people."

"Maybe I don't want to get past 18." He glanced at her before shaking is head, "Off of that subject, let's keep moving or we'll never figure out where they are."

"Too bad. Being a 19 is the bees knees. I'd tell you about it, but oh sorry, you're only an 18," Mickey remarked, wanting to get the last say in.

He rolled his eyes, "Being and 18 is fine for me, now let's keep going." He started walking away from the bodies, not looking back at her.

She looked at the bodies, let out an annoyed scream and then followed after Sylas, determined to find her family.

He chuckled lightly to himself, knowing that most people didn't like his style. it was the only way he could make sure someone wasn't going to come up behind him though, and that's why he did it.

"If we find my family and don't fail this mission, I won't hold the killing against you," Mickey said as she walked past her partner.

"No one is going to hold the killing against me even if we do fail," He replied confidently. As his partner walked by he kept her pace and walked alongside of her.

She didn't look at him, but whispered "I will". It was more to herself, but she needed to say it anyway. Sure, others at headquarters night not, but she would. This was her family on the line.

He had heard the comment but chose to ignore it, clearing his throat as they continued on, still searching for the captives they were rescuing.

Mickey walked past him, both wanting to be the person to find her family and not wanting to look at Sylas at the point in time.

"See anything?" He asked quietly, following a few steps behind her with a hand carefully on his knife incase it was needed.

She shook her head. Reaching up, she unpinned her headdress and pulled it down. Unbeknownst to many, even Sylas, the headdress was a secret gadget. She knew that she'd be able to hide it in the form of a headdress, and so far shed done it.