You aim the revolver, an impressive shot to make on the sleeping woman from across her pad, and pull the trigger.
As Hawkboy, you may have eschewed guns, but that doesn't mean you aren't good with them.
Jester is hit right between the eyes. Her eyes just managed to jerk open before she dies. She barely even had time to move her head back.
You feel a strange sensation. Mostly disgust, for having taken a life, and for so petty a reason, but also excitement for the rewards Jester's death will bring you. There's also the relief of having just permanently wiped out your most dangerous enemy, and a twinge of the usual exhiliration combat brings.
You snap a photo, to prove what you've done to the Troop Squad.
Leaving Jester, you glide off, making sure not to be seen by the people in the street below. To everyone else, this killing will look like a vigilante execution, from a good but overworked cop pushed too far by a certain villainess. The perfect crime and it's just your first one.
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"So, that bitch got what was coming to her?" Alice smiles, as you show your new team-mates the evidence of your murder.
"Way to go, Hawkyboy!" Darla congratulates you with a pat on the back.
"Just a shame Jester had to end up dead." Amy sighs.
"What do you mean? Why was it a shame?" You ask.
"Ms. Coulromania here used to be good friends with Jester, you know. We were this close to getting her to take off the facepaint and join our troop, when she goes even more nutso and attacks us. She put Darla in the hospital with a broken arm and robbed most of our takings! And Amy thought we could trust her..." Alice complains cattily.
"Again, I'm sorry, Alice." Amy says bluntly.
"But enough about her, what about Hawkboy's little reward?" Darla asks Alice, hugging you from behind. She's getting flirty.
"Well, he did do as we asked. Hell, I'm just so pleased to have Jester dead, I'll probably enjoy this weekend myself! We've just gotta create ourselves an alibi..."
With that, Alice whips out her cellphone and dials a number.
"Hi, Daddy!" She says, her voice losing all malice, she sounds just like your average, pampered daddy's girl. She's a distressingly good actress. "Darla wants to go camping this weekend, so I just thought I'd call and tell you. Glad it's okay. Will you call Amy's mom and tell her she's going, too? Great. Bye!" Alice goes to end the call, then remembers something.
"Love you, Daddy!" Click.
With the phone call ended, Alice's face returns to it's usual evil grin.
"So, two and a half days, all to ourselves. Whatever will we do?" She asks playfully.
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