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[prodigaljaybird]

The set-up's taken weeks, but the Red Hood is as patient as Jason is not, waiting and planning, gathering intel and distributing false data, wiring bombs and executing his plan to perfection. Five Lobos lieutenants, one captain, and in a stroke of luck, two high ranking Mad Men are all gathered in a small room of long abandoned warehouse 56.

The block is empty. The doors are shut. Inside the men are in varying degrees of inebriation, helped along by a little something Jason slipped into Aguilar's flask. Jason waits.

And waits.

And waits. And when he's completely satisfied, he sets the timer on the explosive charges and turns to leave, checking his outside feed one last time.

He's planned every detail to the last. Which is why it shouldn't truly be a surprise that fucking Allison Argent is in the alleyway outside.

"Dammit," Jason swears, looking at his timer. He could stop this, but any moment now, Allison's going to get the attention of the bangers inside, and Jason doesn't know when he'll get an opportunity like this again. "Dammit," he swears again, and flies swift and silent through the window into the outside air.

"Get out of here." The words ring clear and sudden through the night, for all that they're barely above a whisper. "I mean it. Go right now."

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[theresalwayshope]

One of the lieutenants was Allison's quarry. She'd been stalking him for over a week after a botched confrontation with him, and two of his subordinates that left her unhappy.

When he'd begun spreading stories calling her 'La Puta Roja,' she was amused. When he sent five more guys after her two nights ago, she'd gotten annoyed...and when she found out that he was part of a team making a deal with another local scumbag conglomerate dealing in underage prostitution, she'd gotten pissed.

It was a little last minute, but when she'd heard about the meet the night before, she followed her prey to the warehouse, armed with both her bow and her taser so she wasn't as tempted to kill anyone.

She wanted to bring her man in...and she had a great vantage point to start firing when her favorite superhero stalker showed up to warn her off.

Allison turned towards the sound of the familiar voice, eyes shadowed under her hood as she narrowed them.

"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to bother an animal when it's about to eat?" She hissed. "I've got a wannabe wolf in there to have for dinner, back off."