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Post by Barbara Gordon on Aug 16, 2013 18:36:52 GMT
The two men looked at her and then looked at each other and then burst into laughter.
"My turn! My turn!" laughed the taller of the two, "Baby, i'm like a Rubik's cube - the longer you play with me, the harder I get!"
The shorter one looked like he was going to piss himself.
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Post by Helena Bertinelli on Aug 16, 2013 18:39:53 GMT
Helena rose to her feet and gave two swift strikes, one to each throat.
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Post by Barbara Gordon on Aug 16, 2013 18:43:25 GMT
The two men tried to scream out, but found themselves unable to say a word. They then fell backwards, the taller one taking out a table on his way down.
"Yes their lines were cheesy," Barbara said wondering if Helena actually had the piece in her ear, "But was that really necessary?"
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Post by Helena Bertinelli on Aug 16, 2013 18:45:20 GMT
She didn't have her piece, so she didn't hear. She just walked and found another place to sit.
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Post by Barbara Gordon on Aug 16, 2013 18:50:07 GMT
It wasn't long until a large muscular African-American man in a nice suit with a scowl etched across his face approached her.
"Are you the one causing trouble in my club?"
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Post by Helena Bertinelli on Aug 16, 2013 18:51:34 GMT
"I'm just holding out for the right man to spend my talents on," she told him.
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Post by Barbara Gordon on Aug 16, 2013 18:56:26 GMT
He shook her head, "Keep looking, I'm spoken for."
He made sure no one was looking before reaching into his pocket and handing her an earpiece similar to the one she had discarded earlier.
"The Oracle sees all," he whispered before walking away.
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Post by Helena Bertinelli on Aug 16, 2013 19:00:02 GMT
She looked at it, and put it wherever she could that wasn't her ear so she didn't have to listen.
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Post by Barbara Gordon on Aug 16, 2013 19:01:17 GMT
"Huntress, put in the piece!" she yelled out hoping the other woman would hear her, "We need to work together here!"
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Post by Helena Bertinelli on Aug 16, 2013 19:11:56 GMT
She ignored the muffled yells.
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Post by Barbara Gordon on Aug 16, 2013 19:14:33 GMT
Barbara's eye twitched, "You're not the only one there with an earpiece. I'll get you to listen to me one way or another."
A few minutes later, the large scowling man reappeared.
"You will not listen to the Oracle, so the Oracle wants you to listen to me instead," he explained in his deep, gruff voice, "They call me Stone."
He pointed to the piece in his ear.
"My words are the Oracle's words."
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Post by Helena Bertinelli on Aug 16, 2013 19:16:14 GMT
"Tell her that I don't care. I'm here to do a job, and then I'm leaving. Words don't interest me."
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Post by Barbara Gordon on Aug 16, 2013 19:18:04 GMT
"Then answer me this," he said, "What does the Ladies Man look like?"
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Post by Helena Bertinelli on Aug 16, 2013 19:19:16 GMT
"Give me a description and then go," she told him.
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Post by Barbara Gordon on Aug 16, 2013 19:20:59 GMT
He shook his head, "Stone does not know either. Only the Oracle does. When he arrives, the Oracle will tell Stone and Stone will tell you."
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