"Since most gangsters seem to be sexist, refer to me as a guy, it'll be easier. It's not like I'll be doing a Jersey accent, but I think I can scare up a few old connections."
Imagining such a thing would not be difficult, there wasn't a feminine bone in her body. Its was cute in a tomboy kind of way, although Stitches wished Cora would let her tidy up her hair a bit. Stitches resisted the temptation to respond with, "Yes ma'am," and instead gave her a solitary nod in confirmation of strategic advice. Now was not the time for playing games and angering team mates who might have to save her life.
Vulcan turned to Stitches, said nothing and leaped off the building meaning stitches would be the sole member of team Cobra to take the fire escape. Cora and Linn would no doubt whisk themselves to the floor shortly so it was probably better to have a head start on them and try to catch up Mr. Incredible.
Clink clink clang clink clang clink clang clang clink clang clink clang....
...Clink clink clang clink clang clink clang clang thud.
Stitches dismounted the ladder on to unsteady ground and at its epicentre, the one that tears the earth asunder himself, running a comms check. In a fight club, he was going to be quite handy. A little plan hatched in her mind, one that would certainly get her in somewhat discreetly.
Stitches slinked up to Nathan, gently taking hold of his arm and tiptoed up to his ear.
"So, big boy, who are you gunna beat up for me first?" Eve whispered in the most sultry tone she could manage.
If he was the prize fighter, Stitches was the going to pretend to be prize.