She’d been WAITING for him. The lock picked to get into his place, or well, that had been the original plan before his lock pended a tad more difficult to pick than most. Good thing she’d brought along the DYNAMITE which had blown the door right off of its hinges. It meant being a little less inconspicuous than she’d intended, but surely it’d have an effect. The lights turned down, it was atop of the small table she sat indian style popping wads of gum until he arrived.
“Well, well well—- thought I’d be kept waitin’ all night. Long time no see colonel.”
Richard didn’t find the damage until he stood in front of the
door–or the lack of door. Whenever he came to Katana’s new motel of
choice the car was parked at the very back for a lower profile. Funny
enough, though the soldier could identify blast marks from anywhere, the
dark streaks almost made him shudder to think Enchantress had popped by
again. Was waiting inside for the man. Or worse. Abandoning his stealth
training, Flag rushed for the opening and yelled out for his partner,
“Tatsu?!” Instead of her dark clothed form curled lifeless on the cheap,
stained, carpet a bright and colorful woman sat in the nightmares
place. On a table instead. The pistol Rick pulled out and readied to
fire out of instinct was lowered to his waist. “Quinn…” Wearing heavy
boots he stepped over the slightly shattered door. Her presence explained
a lot and almost–almost–put Flag at ease for a change. “Why the hell are you here…?”
