Mission: Don't @ Me

## Chew I Venus I Cole I Dee Dee

----Don't @ Me----

A few minutes later Dee Dee walked out of the wine cellar with his tablet in hand as he distractedly clicked around the phone's menus, not before ensuring the door was locked behind him. The door to the wine cellar was fixed with a keypad that required a four-digit code to open, which only the blonde sugar baby and old Holtman knew. This same keypad with the same code to unlock could be found in other rooms of the mansion: the door to the closet in the master bedroom, the door to the old man's study where he had been kept for the past couple of months, and lastly there was one last keypad to the attic where a portion of Holtman's art collection lay stowed away.

Dee Dee smiled down at the phone as he typed out his message attached to the picture of Kyle's crying face, eager to get this over with:

Oo\_AhAhAhAh is online.

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In his defense I'd probably be in tears too~

xoxox,

DDV

Satisfied with his work so far Dee Dee stuck the phone back into his pocket and began to shed his protective attire, leaving behind a trail of boots, gloves and goggles that were picked up by a maid clad in a gas mask as soon as they hit the floor. "I'll take some rosé in the reading room. Chilled" he ordered no one and everyone in particular and made his way up the central stairs and down the hallway to his right to the far end. Nowadays the staff kept away from the second floor except for a chosen few granted with the adequate equipment to withstand the pollen exhaled by vines of white flowers that crawled up the walls and along the edges of the hardwood floors. Dee Dee tended to his sprouts several times a day and lovingly ran his fingers along the petals and leaves as he made his way around the mansion.

The reading room has the best lighting in the house this time of day– the long wide windows allowed in a lot of sun as well as a spectacular view of the estate. Standing by the window one could appreciate the expanse of the outer gate, the gardens, the inner gate, and three of several collection-worthy cars parked out the front in a C-formation. Body guards and drivers remained in position, ready to part at their boss' whim wrapped in heavy black coats and armed with guns attached to their belts. There were security cameras aimed at every angle of the estate, but Dee Dee had secretly disconnected these a long while back to prevent video evidence of his own activity. He had, however, kept the dogs around– four trained German shepherds kept on a leash by a guard each that patrolled the inner gate day in and day out.

With a glass of chilled rosé in hand, Dee Dee flipped through the old man's music collection and settled unhappily for some soulful Al Green record to play loudly as he lounged on the plush velvet couch in the middle of the room, unintentionally isolating himself from any sounds taking place around the house.

September 21, 2018

## Mob Boss Peggy

Driving through Westmount, Leo was highly amused by the size of some of the homes and properties around. "Geez, why couldn't Torchy inherit one of *these* places? We'd have a fuckin' baller headquarters!"

He parked a block away hidden behind someone's landscaping. Leo wasn't worried about being caught there. Then again this neighborhood didn't seem like the type to take kindly to those of his 'type'. Whatever. He could always say he was there picking up his mom from her house cleaning job. Easy.

"Alright, Sammy. We don't know what we're getting into and we're counting on you to find out! Here. Take this..." Leo handed his fellow hero a gas mask. He shoved his phone in the other man's face with the blonde villain's face on it.

"*Importante!* Don't go anywhere near this guy without that on. In fact, keep it on at all times! He will fuck you up, even if he can't see you. Also, take this..."

Digging around in his glovebox, Leo pulled out one of those power-executive obnoxious Bluetooth earpieces. Actually, it had been a gift that Leo had only used once. He wouldn't be caught dead wearing that corny shit.

"Connect this to your phone. Keep me on the line at all times. I wanna' know what's going on and if you need help, tell me! I'll get you outta' there."

## whipding

"Oh, o-okay." Sam reeled back slightly as the phone quite aggressively assaulted his personal space. As much as he enjoyed hero work, this was all quite... dangerous. Kyle was one of the few of them here who's power was actually scary in a fight - if this guy had kidnapped *him*... well, he must be quite something, even if he hardly looked the part.

He clipped the earpiece onto his right ear, taking a few moments to connect it up with his phone, then ringing Leo's so he could keep in constant contact. For now, he just slung the gas mask over his shoulder - the last thing he needed was attracting any attention to himself as he walked up to the estate, and gas masks were hardly the height of fashion right now.

"Well, wish me luck." He gave the other two a thumbs up, before opening the car door and making his way over.

## Chew I Venus I Cole I Dee Dee

Inside the wall of the mansion the only sound that could be heard was the careful whispers of some of the staff complaining about their new boss and the echo of the music coming from the reading room. "I cook five, six dishes a day just so he'll take one bite and set it aside" he cook groaned to one of the maids as they stepped outside to receive the weekly delivery of groceries for the Holtman household. A short distance away right by the main gate a guard dog followed the food with hungry eyes as it was unloaded. The small van was swimming with the scent of herbed breads, cured meats, and marinated fish that distracted the animals. The maid and the cook carried baskets inside and took their time making trips from the van to the kitchen since the boss would probably be busied for the next couple of hours.

Upstairs Dee Dee bounced his foot arrhythmically as he emptied his wine glass into his mouth and sighed at the pleasant fuzzy feeling of the slight buzz taking over. What time was it, even? The sun seemed to be up high in the sky, perhaps it was too early to be drinking. The blonde giggled as he stumbled to his feet and set the empty glass on a near surface, pacing over to the window and standing at the very edge where he could see the staff unloading his groceries. The damned fools were letting in all the cold winter air– his flowers hated that. Dee Dee grunted and crossed his arms, activating his power to sprout a few buds from his back and shoulders as he made a mental note of raising the heat on the thermostat and cranking up the humidifiers. If he had to turn this place into a sauna to keep his blooms happy he would sweat out everyone in this household.

September 22, 2018

## whipding09/22/201

As Sam got closer to building, he noted the van that had pulled up outside the building. It seemed suspicious at first, but soon people emerged from the building began to pull out numerous baskets of food out of it. Huh. He knew this place was big, but there was enough to feed a small school here - perhaps this was even *more* dangerous than he'd thought.

He'd originally planned to just stroll up to the entrance of the building, and walk straight inside, something that would be quite easy at an inch tall. But if there was enough people here to justify all this, then that was probably a pretty stupid idea, especially considering this guy had powers himself. Not to mention the dog he'd just spotted - being smaller didn't make them any less terrifying. Of course, an alternate method of entry had just made itself available to him.

Mask slipped on, his body swiftly diminished in size as he approached the van. He kept on eye on the two people who were pacing back and forth as he snuck around the other side - he couldn't quite shrink down to nothing just yet, so he could still be spotted if he wasn't careful. Thankfully, there was a short moment where the two of them were briefly both out of sight, something he quickly took advantage of, his pint-sized form awkwardly clambering into the back of the vehicle.

The smell of food overwhelmed him, and it only got worse as he got smaller and smaller. It wasn't unpleasant, but the sheer magnitude of it was stifling to stay the least. With little time to be choosy, he picked the closest basket to him (groceries *delivered* in *baskets*? Could this guy be any more upper-class?) and used the weave to climb up into it, his progress slowed slightly by the occasional loose thread.

Panting and slightly sweaty, he nestled himself between two grapes, and waited for his free ride in.

## Chew I Venus I Cole I Dee Dee

As the maid walked backed towards the van one of the dogs began barking up a storm. The animal had spotted the tiny vermin-looking thing crawl into the van, but was held back by the leash his respective guard kept a tight hold on. "The ugly beast" the woman whispered to herself as she eyed the angry guard dog seemingly barking at her "pull him away, will you?" She asked with a tired tone, picking up a basket of fruit and waiting for the guard to tug away the dog before making her way back inside.

Inside the kitchen a two more women were busy taking the items out of the baskets and putting them away. "Is there an event today?" One of them asked, eyeing the sheer amount of food. The maid carrying the basket, older and carrying an air of leadership among the rest, set down the fruit on the counter and sighed "no, he's actually asked all guests to be turned away. The only person coming in should be that nurse" she answered spitefully as she distractedly poured placed the contents of the basked into fruit bowl and shoved it to the back end of the counter.

The nurse she was speaking off was a young mute woman Dee Dee had hired to come in once a day to give old Holtman's vegged-out body a sponge bath and shift him around to prevent bedsores. She creeped out the staff because she always kept her face concealed under a gas mask and didn't speak– a personal quality Dee Dee had found very advantageous as she was paid to keep her mouth shut about the old man. "Has she left yet?" One of the maid asked, unpacking a box of champagne and rolling her eyes at the contents. "No, I haven't seen her come down" the other answered while rinsing off some potatoes "do you think they're... you know." The eldest maid laughed heartily "*please*, there's isn't a straight bone in his body."

September 23, 2018

## whipding

Sam felt himself being lofted up into air, everything bobbing around as the basket of fruit was loosely carried, hopefully in the right direction. The sound of a dog barking nearby was enough to keep in here regardless - that was something he didn't want to deal with at *any* size.

He was only able to get a vague view of the world around him, most of his vision blocked by the basket and the woman carrying him. It seemed like he was in the building, though, so that was a plus. It was at this point that someone asked the question he himself had been curious about, but before he could hear the answer, a hard jolt ran though him, causing the swaying motion to come abruptly to a stop. Apparently they'd arrived.
So all this food was for... no-one? This was certainly all out of the ordinary, but he had little time to ponder the meaning of it all; the fruit-shaped objects around him began to tumble over each other, flooding out of the basket, and taking him with them. The grapes he'd wedged himself between turned out to be a good choice, cushioning him and preventing him from being squashed into a fruity grave. Soon enough, he found himself in what he could only assume was a bowl, smooth plastic sloping up all around him.

This may have presented an issue, if it wasn't for much practise he'd had in the past. He was able to dislodge himself from his spot and clamber up to the top of the pile of fruit with only mild difficulty. For there, it was the simple matter of jumping out of the bowl.(edited)

This was the scary part. His much lower mass meant it was practically impossible for him to break anything doing this, but that didn't stop his brain from shouting at him for doing what effectively was the equivalent of jumping off a building. He took a deep breath, before flinging himself forward, barely missing the edge of the bowl as he plummeted and landed on the counter soundlessly.

Recovering as fast as he could, he took cover behind his former prison, shrinking just a little bit smaller just to be safe - there were a few people here, and it wasn't unlikely one of them would like this way at some point.

"O-okay, I'm in," he said, flicking on the bluetooth earpiece. "I'm in the kitchen right now I think, any ideas where to go next?"

## Mob Boss Peggy

Leo was never the type to want to just sit there and twiddle his thumbs. He was itching for action, and worried like hell for his tiny friend. He set his phone to the speakers in his car and waited.

While he was waiting, he finally checked the messages from the forum. Sure enough, there was another message from 'DDV' under Kyle's screen name.
"Coño!" Leo cursed as he maximized the attached image. First, he fought the urge to reply that he was five minutes away from coming over and kicking Deedee's ass. Second, he looked at the image for *any* clues as to where Kyle night have been in the mansion, if he was in there after all. It was a room covered in fine wood. The floors, the walls, kinda' dark. There looked to be a crate or a box barely visible off to the side.

Conveniently, that was when Sam's voice appeared. Thank God. Leo snapped to attention.

"'Ey! Can you hear me? I think he's in some kinda' closet. Or pantry, or something. Mahogany floors. I'm going to try to get some more clues. Go exploring and get a good look at the place."
After that, Leo stared back down at the forum post. He watched as another message came in, an call for help from the good doctor. *Fuck*. His heart tightened. *What the hell is going on over there?*

He didn't acknowledge her because he couldn't help her even though he wanted to. Instead, he typed out a message to DDV.

September 24, 2018

## Vodka Aunt

Anastasia had been uncharacteristically quiet since the headquarters. She was anxiously fiddling with the string of her hoodie, waiting to hear from either Sam or this mysterious DDV tormenting Kyle.

She was next to Leo when he exclaimed and she leans over to catch a glimpse at what had upset him. Annie immediately regrets looking at the photo, blinking away the tears that had suddenly sprung to her eyes. Something about being so close and yet so far put her on edge.

She was relieved to hear Sam's voice and she almost cracks a smile. They had to be level-headed for this to work.
"Glad to hear you made it in, little man. Listen for the tortured screams of a broken soul."

## whipding

"Right, closet..." He chuckled humourlessly at Anastasia's joke. At least, he hoped it was a joke.

He scanned the room around him, looking for anything that seemed remotely pantry-like. Unfortunately, all but the door back outside and a door that presumably lead to the rest of the mansion were open, providing little clue to what else was around. He wouldn't find much from this vantage point.

Now this is where things got interesting. Sam made his over to the edge of the counter, sucking in air in shock as he looked down at the ground. If jumping off the fruit bowl was like jumping off a building, then this was like jumping off a cliff. It technically wasn't dangerous at all, but *dear god* it felt like it was.

One short fall later, and he was sprinting across the floor of the kitchen like his life depended on it. He could feel the vibrations of the people stomping around him, but he desperately tried to ignore it, just attempting to get somewhere with a better view for now. It was made all the worse by the gas mask that was apparently far too dangerous for him to take off - it entirely cut off his peripheral vision, making it hard to tell what was actually going on around him.

He eventually arrived at the open door and ran straight out into the hallway, pinning himself against a wall to provide some cover. His legs were burning and he was more out of breath than he thought he could be, but he'd made it. Made it through the first room of a mansion that could contain dozens. This... could take a while.

"Hey... Annie..." Speaking was kind of hard, his lungs protesting. "What, uh... what kind of stuff would you need to get... DNA, or whatever? I could... really do with some help searching this place..."

He crouched down, taking a few moments to catch his breath. As he did so, he looked around his new surroundings, noting that he was now in a hallway that contained door after door after door. One caught his eye in particular, though - a bulkier looking one, that had a what appeared to be some kind of wall mounted keypad next to it. Perhaps just a glorified landline, but it was better than nothing, right?

"So, uh, I found something that might be interesting, gonna try and get closer," he spoke again, over the headset. No point in getting people's hopes up just yet. "Oh, and I heard someone talking about a maid that's upstairs with someone or something?", he added. "Might be important. Might not."

September 25, 2018

## Chew I Venus I Cole I Dee Dee

At this moment the house grew still. Careful footsteps rang against the steps of the main staircase as a woman wearing a nurse's uniform, hair up tied up in a neat bun, came down with a gas mask clasped around her head. None of her facial features were visible. The sound of her shoes padding against the steps echoes in the house that was now completely silent except for the faraway music playing in the reading room on the second floor. The nurse clutched a duffle bag that contained all of her equipment as she descended to the first floor, ending her shift.

One of the maids watched from the entrance of the kitchen– the staff burned with curiosity but didn't dare say a word since Dee Dee raised their wages to keep quiet. He was generous. Insufferable but generous.

The nurse paused at the bottom of the stairs and a butler brought her a dark brown women's coat. She set down the duffle bag on the ground and began to wrap herself in the coat slowly, taking her time to clasp the belt, pull a pair of gloves from the pocket, and slide them over her hands. Despite being away from the deadly flowers the gas mask would stay on even as she picked her bag up and exited the front door of the mansion. It was only as one of the black cars rolled around and parked at the main gate to pick her up that she moved to undo the buckles holding the gas mask around her head, revealing a young but plain-looking woman with sunken eyes and a sickly look about her.

September 26, 2018

## whipding

Even Sam noticed the shift in atmosphere as the nurse descended from the upper floors, the sudden silence seeming to engulf the entire mansion all at once. It was all incredibly surreal. At least he could confirm that they'd been on the right lines with the gas masks, although that didn't make it any less creepy. Soon the moment passed, an the strange being disappeared from the building - it was shame he never saw her face, he might've been able to hunt her down somehow if he had.

"Um... preeeetty sure flower boy's upstairs, just saw some woman in a gas mask come down. She's just left if you guys wanna try catch her outside."

He was thankful for the position he'd chosen to scope the hallway from, considering a maid's foot had landed not too far from him while he'd been mesmerised by the grand descent. The hallway was much more clear than the kitchen, with fewer people stamping around; as such, it was a relatively easy journey to the door he'd spotted earlier. Now that he was closer, he could confirm that the keypad looked more technical than 20th century. And perhaps more interestingly, the gap underneath the door was much tighter, hugging the frame and the floor.

His body had to shrink to a fraction of the size to be able to squeeze underneath, and even then it was a tight fit.

September 27, 2018

## Mob Boss Peggy

Whenever he heard Sam's voice over the phone, Leo was glued to it, but even he had to turn around in his seat to give Anastasia a look. He mouthed, 'what the fuck?' at the woman's voice of odd words of encouragement.

He kept checking his phone to see if anyone had responded to his antagonistic message. Nothing, but he was relieved to see that his fellow heroes were sending backup to the good doctor.

It went quiet for an uncomfortably long time before Sam spoke again, and what he said was a thing that got Leo very excited. He straightened out in his seat. "He's really there then! That means Kyle is definitely in the mansion. Flower Power sent over a picture of him not too long ago. Now we just gotta' find out *where*. What are you looking at now?"

## Vodka Aunt

Anastasia simply shrugs at Leo, "I'm nervous okay!" She exclaims as soon as it was just the two of them.

She takes a moment to consider Sam's question."Well I know that hair and spit work... Nail clippings could work too. The only people I can think of that would have clearance is the old guy who owns the place and flower power," she lapses into silence, seeing if Leo had anything to add.
"That maid could be promising, I could run out and see if I can grab her, I have my trusty taser-- you know what, never mind, hearing that plan out loud really exposes the flaws."

She looks to Leo with a grin, so far so good it seemed.

## Mob Boss Peggy

Leo grinned back at Anastasia. Yeah, he was nervous too. "That's a no-go. We can't get into the estate yet. It's not safe enough. You gotta' bring us back something so Ana can get in easy."

## Chew I Venus I Cole I Dee Dee

Unbeknownst to Leo, his wishes were about to materialize. The long black Rolls-Royce that often used to drive Holtman himself around town drive slowly past the first and second gate, and into the quiet streets of Westmount. The road was smooth but narrow, allowing only one lane in each direction along the rows of mansions on ether side. Despite there being no one on the street the driver adhered to the speed limit of 20mph.

Back inside the mansion the staff returned to their normal order, going about their business in keeping the house clean and the kitchen cooking.

## Mob Boss Peggy

From where his car was hiding out, he could see and hear the gates to the Holtman estate sliding open as a jet black car pulled through and into the curve of the road.

That must've been that maid Sam was talking about. That was their in. It was too much of a risk for Sam to come back to them.

Leo had a crazy idea. A stupid idea. A *crazy, stupid* idea. He didn't have time to get out and flag down a car that wouldn't stop for him. Without time to ponder his decision, Leo could only think about their objective.

But, *fuck*, he was about to do something really stupid.

"Hang on, *gatita*!" He exclaimed as he threw his car into reverse and stepped on the gas just in time to hit the Rolls Royce broadside with a bang, just hard enough to skid them a little bit and stop them indefinitely.

There was something oddly satisfying about damaging a really fucking expensive vehicle.

With the Rolls stopped and Leo's poor car sufficiently dented in the back, the Mexican man exited the vehicle with a most convincing act of worry, surprise and remorse.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! Jesus Christ!" The man threw his hands onto his head with distress and hastily approached the other vehicle. "Is everybody okay?!"

## Chew I Venus I Cole I Dee Dee

The lulling sound of quiet classical music that played from the car filled in the silence between the nurse and the driver– until they were suddenly hit. The nurse screeched and grabbed on to the sea to the seat of the car, breaking one of her long ruby red nails in the process. The bun in her hair loosened from the short-lived impact. The driver stopped the car and turned off the engine, head whipping around to check his passenger was alright and sighing with relief when he determined she was safe.

The driver stepped out of the car and took off the white gloves, "oh, boy." He stuck the gloves in his pocket and looked over the roof of the car to peer at the damage as Leo gave an Oscar-winning performance "we're okay. It's a shame about your car" he said nicely, peering into the other vehicle and noticing there was someone else inside. He would usually be less forgiving of someone ramming into his boss' car, which would be a headache to explain to Dee Dee later, but this guy looked to be a latino. Being Dominican himself, he felt that instant affinity.

"You have to be careful in this neighborhood, the tall hedges make it hard to see" he offered with a reassuring smile, settling his breath and glancing over to notice the nurse stepping out of the car and curiously looking at the collision with a hand over her mouth. "This car is well-insured but you might want to take down our information. I think I have a pen somewhere" he noted, getting back into the driver's seat and leaning over to search the glove compartment.

September 28, 2018

## Vodka Aunt

Anastasia wrinkles her nose, velcroing her purse shut to keep her tazer holstered... For now...

"Cyka Blyat!" She screeches shrilly, ragged nails digging into Leo's arm as he suddenly reverses the car. Her head jerks forward suddenly as they make contact with the car. She follows Leo's lead and leaps from the passenger seat, eyes wide with genuine panic before she realized his plan.

While Leo had the driver distracted, she hurries to the nurse with outstretched hands and a face full of manufactured worry. "Oh my goodness are you okay!? Do either of you need to go to the hospital?" She was reaching to gently grip the woman's arms.(edited)

## Mob Boss Peggy

Leo moaned with agony, doing his best impression of his mother during a minor crisis.

"Aaayyy, dios mio santo," He said, pacing as the latino driver tried to calm him. "Santa Maria, Madre de Dios! La Virgen de Guadalupe! La Llorona! El cucuy!" He cried out, although he watched the driver from the corner of his eye briefly entering the vehicle again. Leo was so quick, nothing could've stopped him. The elastic man swiftly snuck into the passenger's seat of the fancy car and caught the driver with his arms. One constricted his neck and the other covered his mouth.

"You're a really nice guy, *hermano*, but I need to borrow your things. Sssshhhhh... Just take a little nap, eh?" Once the driver fell unconscious, Leo immediately released him. "ANA, GET HER!"

## whipding

Sam crawled for what seemed like forever under the door, his clothes picking up all kinds of grime and muck. The door wasn't just tight-fitting; it was pretty darn thick too.

Eventually though, he breached the other side, everything being brighter once again. Although, admittedly, not by much. It was a moment or two before he was able to comprehend the scene in front of him - the almost empty room, the lack of windows, and most importantly, the hunched figure of Kyle. Sam felt an overwhelming sense of pride. His instincts had been right (or perhaps he'd been just been lucky) and he'd found exactly what he was looking for.

"Hey!" His body quite suddenly expanded out to full size, the air audibly whooshing out the way as it did so. His own voice sounded odd and muffled, something he quickly realized was to do with the mask that still covered his face. He pulled it up onto his forehead and repeated himself.

"Hey dude, are you alright? We're here to get you out of here..."

## Vodka Aunt

"Охуе́ть!"

Leo's attack came as a bit of a surprise. She was anticipating a lot of stalling and an awkward arm grope, not full on assault. In the second or two it took her to close the distance between herself amd the nurse, she had gained more than twice her body mass in the form of a teenage linebacker. She bowls the woman over with little consideration of their size differences, taking the two of them to the ground. "I'm *so* sorry, I joked about tazing you earlier but I didn't think I'd have to look you in the eyes while I di it," she exclaims, fumbling open her purse to retrieve her tazer. She figured the tazer her father had gifted her was fine enough.

He said she was the only one in America who would have one like it because they got recalled in Russia.

As soon as the two were incapacitated, Anastasia pulls the woman into the back of the car. She climbs in behind her and strips the nurse unceremoniously, shifting into her skin so the outfit would fit. She leaves the woman with her her baggy shirt and the 75 cents she was saving in her pocket for some gum as an apology.(edited)

## Chew I Venus I Cole I Dee Dee

The driver was in the midst of searching the glovebox when a sudden grip took hold of his throat and another hand came to cover his mouth. He struggled for a moment, pulling at the stretched-out hands wrapped around him to no avail until his movements slowed down and in the end subsided entirely. The man felt limp on the front seat, arms to his sides and head hanging towards the front.

On the opposite side of the vehicle the nurse looks over to the girl rushing in her direction and assumed she's coming to check on her, but her eyes widen as the slender female frame grows into the body mass of a linebacker. She recoils and holds up her hands, terror painted on her face moments before she's tackled down. "No *please*" she begs, trying to slip from under the large man but her time was up the moment the Russian taser made contact with her. Her body fell limp and malleable to Annie stealing her clothes.

## sephet

“Fuck!” Kyle jumped at the sudden appearance of Sam seemingly out of nowhere. This wasn’t a great day and he was not prepared for people popping into existence. He scrambled to his feet and wobbled a little, thoroughly exhausted as well as panicked. “Sam?”

He hesitated a moment then moved over to Sam with a weary smile. “I’m so fucking glad to see someone decent, Jesus Christ. What’s going on? I’ve been down here for ages I have no idea what’s what.”

## Mob Boss Peggy

Leo gave a little 'whoop!' as Annie went to work using her fuckin' cool abilities, and the both of them exchanged clothes with their victims. Annie in the body and clothes of the weary-looking nurse, Leo in the conveniently fitting chauffeur's black suit. He straightened the hat on his head and pulled on the driving gloves.

"*Gatita*," He cooed, laying eyes on Ana and looking her over. "Somehow I expected you to look way better in a nurse's uniform." His characteristic cackle left his throat as he checked himself out in the reflection of the car window. "Damn, I look good." The ID of the driver went into his pocket, and the driver himself went in the back seat with the nurse.

Leo stepped over to his car, smile falling lopsided at the damage to his rear bumper. He leaned in and grabbed his phone, disconnecting it from the radio. He pressed it to his ear. "We're goin' in, Sammy. Where you at?"

## whipding

Sam smiled back at Kyle, glad to see he wasn't in terrible shape, all things considered. "Well, it's Saturday, Leo and Annie are outside, aaand we're leaving. As soon as we figure out exactly how to do that."

Right on cue, Leo's voice pierced his ear. He disconnected his phone from the earphone for now, switching to speaker - he wasn't too worried about anyone hearing him, and the worst they could do was open this door, which wouldn't be the worst thing.

"Hey, guess who I found!" He nodded towards Kyle and gave him a look. "Say hi!"

September 30, 2018

## sephet

“Oh my god.” Kyle felt like he sighed out a bit of his soul as he relaxed into the realisation of a rescue. He’d been down there less than a day but he’d spent more than enough time locked in a cellar. He was not a fan. “I’m real fuckin’ ready to blow this joint. Thank you.”

“Hey. Is this Leo or Annie? Either way, whatever, I’m actually not drugged right now by some fucking miracle. I was when that dick brought me down here though so I don’t know shit about the inner workings of this place.” Kyle rubbed his arms, then realised he was doing it and stuck his hands in his pockets. “That pollen’s fucking… just the worst. Just really be fucking careful. I don’t how much you got hit with? I don’t know much of anything.”

## Mob Boss Peggy

Hearing that long sigh of relief from Kyle over the phone lit Leo's face up like a light. His smile was instantly apparent, shining through his words.

"Buuuueno!" He greeted with gusto. "Don't you worry about us, *ese*, we're ready this time. Annie's coming to get you, and I'm gonna' go see about Flower Power on the second floor." He continued, looking around the area. They were on borrowed time. He didn't let Kyle get a word in.
"Listen-listen --- you said you're locked in. How are you locked in? S'there a key, or some kind of eyeball scanner or something?"

## sephet

“It’s got a number code you punch in, I wasn’t able to see what the number was. We’re in the wine cellar.” He ran his hands through his hair and sighed, trying to think of something. He’d been trying to think of ways out all day but he hadn’t been able to come up with anything. “Probably anyone in the service staff knows the code though, someone’s gotta serve him wine or whatever.”

October 1, 2018

## Vodka Aunt

Anastasia grins at Leo behind the nurse's tired face. "It's a good thing I never got into the people healing business," she leans forward to pat the man on the shoulder,"that you do, maybe you should just stop teaching and start *chauffering* hot rich people around the city." She seemed quite proud of her word choice, hence the emphasis.
She leans back, serious once again, and smooths down the uniform anxiously.

"Hey! Hey! Tell him I say hi and that that I have a first aid kit to treat his torture wounds," she pauses to lower her voice so Leo knew it was meant for just him,"my papa told me all about his time with kidnap victims."

While Leo worried with talking to Kyle, the Mimic begins rifling through anything she could find in the back seat in search of anything that could help them.

## Mob Boss Peggy

Leo smiled widely at Annie as she put in her two cents and went ahead to quickly hide his car again and get into the driver's seat rolls royce shortly thereafter, tossing the two gas masks on the seat beside him.
"Alright, gotta' let you go for now. See ya' soon. Hold tight, *Primo*." He hung up. It was highly unlikely that Leo would've been able to talk to them on the phone inside of the mansion.

"Ah, yes!" Leo sighed, relishing the roomy, luxurious interior of a vehicle he'd most likely never get to drive again. He grasped the leather of the steering wheel and turned the key in the ignition.

"One's for me, one's for Kyle. Don't forget it. Remember what happened back at the bar. Maybe check her phone? Hurry up!" When all was said and done, Leo turned the dented car around and headed back to the estate.

He wasn't too worried about getting through security. He had a badge belonging to a brown guy and it only took a flash of it to get past. Gringos could *never* tell the difference between them. He didn't even spot the unconscious people in the back seat thanks to the absurdly dark tinted windows.

The guy was doing his job so poorly that he didn't even notice the big-ass dent in the car. Leo drove the car slowly into the huge estate and stopped at the front of the driveway. It was strange that none of the security guards asked about the damage to the car. They just... Looked at it oddly and nodded at him.
"Annie, go." He whispered. "Be careful, babe."
When she was gone, he pulled around to the side to park. When he was far enough from the sight of the doormen, Leo pulled the car into the grass, hidden in a shady path beside the building, tucked in an area so tight between the building and some trees that he couldn't possibly open the side doors.

Leo wasn't worried about that. After strapping on the remaining gas mask, he easily squeezed through the sunroof and onto the roof of the car. From there, he leapt onto the mansion exterior and began to skillfully scale it.(edited)

October 3, 2018

## whipding

After the brief conversation between Kyle and Leo, Sam took a seat on some of the crates in the room, placing his phone next to him. This place didn't quite carry the same imprisoning feel to him - with his powers, getting in and out was fairly trivial, if a bit messy; his clothes were stained black in spots where his elbows and knees had rubbed against whatever was under that door. Good thing they belonged more to the conglomerate back at headquarters then himself, or he might actually be mildly upset about that.

Anyway, the point was that it was slightly frustrating that he was entirely capable of leaving this place, but couldn't without leaving the person he was supposed to be rescuing behind. Perhaps in his next life he'd actually get powers that actually were useful for more than scouting places out.

"So, uh... whatcha been up to then?"

October 4, 2018

## Chew I Venus I Cole I Dee Dee

The guards glanced at the badge around Leo's neck and opened the gates for him, studying the dent in the car but not really paying it much mind. With the way Dee Dee had been taking the sports cars for joy rides and scuffing them here and there, damages like these had become nothing newsworthy.

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At the front of the house the dogs sniffed at Annie's foot steps and eyed her closely, whining and barking in confused alert that something was up– this person didn't smell quite like the nurse they'd seen cross the front door so many times but the clothes did carry her familiar scent. The guard tugged back the dogs and offered a quick apology before ringing the doorbell for her. By now the van with groceries has finished the delivery and departed. One of the maids came of the door and opened it, moving aside to let Annie in "did you forget something?"

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Upstairs in the study Dee Dee sat in the leather chair with his feet up on the desk, having become bored of the activity outside a while back and instead relaxing for the time being. The music was still playing loud, drowning out any sounds coming from the outside of the room. In his hands he held a small replica of Michelangelo's David, turning it over and weighing it in his palm with boredom written all over his expression.