[b]Pink![/b]

[i]Crystal's Kiss[/i] has done her work. It has drawn the absolute attention of the gunship, that hideous piece of military hardware. But if Chase Black knew November at all, they'd have known that she never had it in her to be monogamous.

On a rooftop behind the gunship a second laser cannon lifted itself up on its hydraulics. Pink had her tablet out, rapidly feeding it targeting coordinates. And, with a gentle caress of the firing lever, [i]Fiona's Bite[/i] let herself be known.

The second rotor went out, pitching the gunship down into the middle of the marina. Dozens of luxury yachts waited to catch it, quiet and empty and costing on average $400 a minute over their ten year lifespans. The gunship tangles, breaking its momentum amidst their breaking masts, crew huddling in the prison of their impact foam.

[Preparedness MOS]

[b]Black![/b]

When Dudekov stood up all the blood rushed to his head. 

November, for all her skills and talents, does not have many formal qualifications. The one exception to this is that she possesses a full medical license with a geriatrician specialty. Mrs. Everest had an unending tide of health complaints and absolutely [i]hated [/i]doctors - "filthy vultures who make their money gladhanding with the sick" - and so November's early career was marked with sitting dead-eyed through an online medical degree. She never had any passion for it, but when it came to calculating the exact amounts of sedatives to give an old person she knew how to scan his medical bracelet, check for allergies and metabolism factors, and deliver a compound that wouldn't start having effect until there was an adrenal spike.

This was actually off plan; she'd anticipated the drug wouldn't kick in until she got to strap him into the surgical suite, but it made a useful backstop for situations like this.

Black, lying slumped on the seat, rubbed her face where Dudekov had kicked it. She looks up at him with the same ruthless calm as always, as his vision starts to blur. "I told you before," she said, as a helicopter crashed into a marina behind her, "don't try to pull dumb action movie stunts at your age."

[Preparedness 3/8 Pharmacy 0/1 4+4 [b]8[/b]]

*

From there, it's time to get out.

The motorboat roars away on autopilot, to come to a stop inside a cloudwater drain. It's a diversion; November assumes the Crimson Tower cover identity. She's the Johnny On The Spot when the fire engines start roaring in, organizing dispatch and response briefly before commandeering one of their transport haulers. She pulls away in the chaos, heading for a hotel safe room with a very permissive set of camera shadows.