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Hands up on either side of her head with splayed fingers, Carly flinched as she kept down. "What are you doing?"

In front of her, also crouched, using the end of the bar as a makeshift blockade, the international CFC champion leaned out enough to fire off a couple of rounds with a handgun magically produced from her form-fitting cocktail outfit.

"And what are you doing with a gun!?"

Having leaned back, the Latina grinned. "Oh, by the way, I'm not just an MMA fighter on an international circuit tour. I'm actually an agent of LOVE."

"What? Love? Like Cupid?"

"Nah. That codename was taken a loooonng time ago!" she quickly squeezed off another few rounds. "For reasons I refuse to acknowledge or perpetuate, I'm 'China Shop'!

"Come on," she gestured for the emergency exit a few tables over, "Keep your head down and let's git."

"We're never going to outrun them on foot," Shelby paused a moment to catch her breath. She looked askance at the former internet star, "I'm an MMA athlete who trains daily. How's it I'm more out of shape than you?"

Head on a swivel, "I've no idea. Lately, it feels like I'm possessed…,"

The girl's gaze settled on one of the half dozen biker's which seemed to have isolated themselves from its pack in their search for them.

She sprinted from cover.

Agent Marx hissed, "What are you doing?!"

Carly had no idea. As much as she was tired of her body no longer on speaking terms with her head, she somehow still had implicit trust in its actions. Despite the sudden eruption of crazy in her life, whatever was controlling her actions was keeping her alive.

She sprinted across the openness of the park's fountain pavilion, the plume of water blocking her from the rider's sight. She took the two steps at full tilt, launched from the top with a mild pivot in midair, legs spread wide.

Clearing the motorcycle's handlebars, the teen's back firmly impacted the rider, sending them flying off the back of the vehicle as Carly took their place in the saddle.

In an amazing display of balance, the black-clad and helmeted assailant landed on their feet, skidding several feet across the pavers, both arms windmilling to remain upright.

Carly leaned, goosed the gas, pivoting the bike about, smacking the rider hard with the back end and sending them flying into the fountain's pool.

Breaking cover and taking the opportunity to replace her Five-seveNs' nearly spent magazines with full, Shelby ran over, scanning the area.

Cheerfully revving the engine, "Hop on, Shells!"

As the agent secured a grip about her waist, "Carly! How'd you…?"

Carly revved the engine and set off back the way the former driver had come, "Dunno. I told you, since the apartment attack, I've been possessed."

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dieCarly

Hands up on either side of her head with splayed fingers, Carly flinched as she kept down. "What are you doing?"

In front of her, also crouched, using the end of the bar as a makeshift blockade, the international CFC champion leaned out enough to fire off a couple of rounds with a handgun magically produced from her form-fitting cocktail outfit.

"And what are you doing with a gun!?"

Having leaned back, the Latina grinned. "Oh, by the way, I'm not just an MMA fighter on an international circuit tour. I'm actually an agent of LOVE."

"What? Love? Like Cupid?"

"Nah. That codename was taken a loooonng time ago!" she quickly squeezed off another few rounds. "For reasons I refuse to acknowledge or perpetuate, I'm 'China Shop'!

"Come on," she gestured for the emergency exit a few tables over, "Keep your head down and let's git."

"We're never going to outrun them on foot," Shelby paused a moment to catch her breath. She looked askance at the former internet star, "I'm an MMA athlete who trains daily. How's it I'm more out of shape than you?"

Head on a swivel, "I've no idea. Lately, it feels like I'm possessed…,"

The girl's gaze settled on one of the half dozen biker's which seemed to have isolated themselves from its pack in their search for them.

She sprinted from cover.

Agent Marx hissed, "What are you doing?!"

Carly had no idea. As much as she was tired of her body no longer on speaking terms with her head, she somehow still had implicit trust in its actions. Despite the sudden eruption of crazy in her life, whatever was controlling her actions was keeping her alive.

She sprinted across the openness of the park's fountain pavilion, the plume of water blocking her from the rider's sight. She took the two steps at full tilt, launched from the top with a mild pivot in midair, legs spread wide.

Clearing the motorcycle's handlebars, the teen's back firmly impacted the rider, sending them flying off the back of the vehicle as Carly took their place in the saddle.

In an amazing display of balance, the black-clad and helmeted assailant landed on their feet, skidding several feet across the pavers, both arms windmilling to remain upright.

Carly leaned, goosed the gas, pivoting the bike about, smacking the rider hard with the back end and sending them flying into the fountain's pool.

Breaking cover and taking the opportunity to replace her Five-seveNs' nearly spent magazines with full, Shelby ran over, scanning the area.

Cheerfully revving the engine, "Hop on, Shells!"

As the agent secured a grip about her waist, "Carly! How'd you…?"

Carly revved the engine and set off back the way the former driver had come, "Dunno. I told you, since the apartment attack, I've been possessed."