“WHAT?” yelled Ozzy, his brain refusing to process the words the punk haired-albino skinned Asian had just pronounced.
But Nadia was not paying him any attention, confident in the quality of the magnetic wires. Her eyes moved faster from the big man on the ground, not far from her, to the smoking hole four level up in the building, where she knew there was a man able to see across wall. And since infrared detection is a much more believable thing in biology than x-rays vision, she moved four step backward, positioning herself over the grating of the underground subway. “It makes me so Marylyn” she grinned to Ozzy.
Grimm was back on his feet.
Nadia raised a Nokia 9500, one finger ostentatiously pointing to a button. “Before you or Daredevil up there move, listen to me carefully. I am paid just for tin man. I don’t fucking care who you are, so I suggest you to ran and find a new hide. The firemen will be here in six-eight minutes, depending on the traffic. But, you hear?” she said, pointing up the index finger of the hand not holding the cellular, and moving it around. There was a big noise of sirens.
She continued: “Before coming to pay you a visit, I had some crooks on my payroll going to rob a bank on the next block. Poor them, I also told the police. Now there are half a hundred leather-helmets armed to the teeth just fifty metres from here. If I press this button, a pre-registered message will alert them to come here to take Baxter, and they will… in thirty to forty… seconds.”
She looked deeply at Grimm. “Check. Your move, now.”
