A Deli Sized Problem

Of all of the attributes that Katarina possessed, stupidity wasn't one of them. She knew of times when people had been told to 'go away,' to 'run,' and had stayed in worry of the other person, with the only result being the untimely death of both. With Marcus, Katarina had viewed him as more of a father-figure than her own father, so when he told her to do something...she did it. With enhanced movement capabilities, her body moved beyond the realms of normal. Quicker than a fox and more agile than a feline, she ran through the hallway to the front door.
 
The brute was easily stronger than Marcus, and much quicker than the executive would have thought, quick enough to land a few solid blows, mostly because of Marcus making sure nothing befell Kat as she made her escape. Once she was out of sight, Marcus' own speed and dexterity came fully into play. Marcus' talents were simply inherited and privately trained, not precisely honed and perfected like Kat's, but he had more than enough to deal with the bruiser before him.

Kat would make it to the car with no trouble. The doctor had been so anxious to restore his studies of her that he'd forgotten to take into consideration her brother's combat capabilities. As such, he thought the brute in the waiting room would have been enough.

It wouldn't take long for Marcus to drop the man. He then looked down the hallway. He'd heard the car peel away earlier, so she was safe. He looked back to the room they'd just left, then down the hallway again, and back. His eyes narrowed as the decision was made and he walked back into the office and kicked the door open that had been shut again. He took the throwing knives out from their hiding spot and readied them as he glared at Dr. Roe. There was no awaiting comment. He spoke low and loud. "Why is she afraid of you!?"
 
the doctors assisant strode into the room and the words "your father" were followed by soft nikes padding the carpet. "docot" said the assisant while he looked into his eyes. "patient 2 b c" je saod "is in need of blood test. please come quick." he wa;lked put the room and back into the hallway where his sneakers barely made sound. his name was randy and he was an intern. he had red hair and glasses that had bangs on his face.

randy really wasnt a intern. he was actually a soviet spy sent to spy on the doctor and find out what he could without being found out as a spy. the doctor was spy trying to formulate a curte for hodgkins disease and the soviet county didnt want the americans being the first to find it. such a cure would heap massive amounts of moneies on the open and black market and the market in between which few ever even heard of.

that medicine would perserve life and wallets alike. the soviets wanted it first. randy made his way down the hall and ducked into a broom closer. behind a box of mop and glow randy grabbed his walkey talkey. "i have made contact with the doctor. all is well. hard copy over." a fluttery voice came through the talkey. "good rapusitin. make sur eno one knows what you are up to. we need you to do this. if you do it you will be rewarded. we have our wife. she will not die."

"fucking bastards...:" said randy. the soviets had his wife back home. they had raped hew a few times but not killed her yet. he either found the cure for kodgkins disease or she would be beaten to death.

randy hid the talkey and went back to the doctor.
 
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