The Director's Version...

Max pulled the trigger. He felt the gun vibrate in his hand and the bullet spat forth in a wake of bullet time, leaving a trail for those to follow. It seemed like he was falling into forever, his body still gliding across the sky as he pulled the trigger a second time.

It was like a scene in a summer blockbuster where it's all style and the story takes a back seat. He hoped whoever was playing him in the movie was cool looking.

He could see the scene like a movie, and his peripheral vision was catching the camera crew off to one side. He was wondering at the moment during battle who was calling the shots on this one, and whether this story they were working on was going according to plan.

Enter the Twins

Mags ran towards the edge of the roof and before she jumped off she turned and threw two darts at her pursuers. She sailed away from the building and felt gravity call to her, but she wasn't answering. She continued to sail straight across, turning and preparing to land on the rooftop of another building 40 feet away.

Legos was hit in the shoulder with one of the darts; she felt pain for the first time in a long time. 

"OW!" she said, which stopped her partner as he dove from the dart.

"She hit you?" questioned Meelos. He stopped dead in his tracks.

"I think we've been misinformed about our target," Legos said as she took the dart from her shoulder and looked at it like a child at a bug.

The Element of Surprise...

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Angst sat looking out the window, watching the city and listening to her mp3 player. She was listening to a classic song and moved her head to the rhythmic beat. 

Suki sat behind her reading an X-Men comic book and sipping on a soda. She missed a few issues so she was catching up on the adventures of her favourite team (other than the one she with).

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On a subway platform several men in dark suits came down, each taking a position on the platform. The began ushering out people waiting for a train; flashing fake id's and assuring them that all was going to be okay. 

"What's going on?" a woman ask. "Terrorists?"

A LEGACY man just nodded his head and told her politely to move on.

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"No way," Goner said. "Did you even watch the same game as I did?"

"Yeah I did," Frank said. "You must be watching some fantasy version in your head."

"Clearly Redgrin had the ball in his possession before the whistle blew," Goner stated.

"The whistle blew before Redgrin could do the recovery," Frank grinned. "You are just a sore loser. You still owe me."

"Well, I don't have the cash on me," Goner said. "Wait to see if there's an ATM and I will get it to you."

Frank rolled his eyes back and said, "That's if you do have an account in this version."

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Once the last of the platform patrons were gone, another team moved in carrying some cases and setting them down. They moved with the purpose of a strike team. Opening up the cases revealing heavy weapons. They began to mount them on the platform; with pressured drills they were putting the mounts into the floor.

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Max sat on the seat up front, close to where Bishop was looking at the wheel. Max sat there with one foot up, his hand draped over his knee holding a drifting cigarette. He was watching the smoke rise and show him something.

His eyes intent on the smoke and then he frowned and turned to Frank.

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There were three dozen LEGACY members waiting. Three mounted cannons and each soldier armed to the hilt with weapons.

Falon open-tapped his head set.

"We're set." 

"They should be arriving any moment," the voice said. "Make this one count."

"Consider them terminated," Falon said as he felt the breeze of the train approaching. He flicked the headset off and turned. "Here they come!"

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> Chance in Plureality 3

Temporal distortion detected.

And they danced....

Feathers and red hair sway. Black shoes glide quickly and deftly across confetti covered concrete. The green dress twirls past colored lanterns and crackling sparklers. The band plays, faster. Every phrase echoed in their movements.

Pulling her arm just so, the fire-haired woman with the feathers in her hair darts back towards him. He steps to one side, as she floats by, one long slender leg with a stiletto-tipped heel reaches out. A flash of light followed by cheers, that nearly drown out the crash of wood and paper. The band begins to slow.

Back together now, the pair sways from side to side, locked closely together. The two stare into each others eyes for a momentary eternity. He presses his lips to her forehead.

The back of his jacket explodes, as the band quiets. The crowd screams, and the panic starts.

Darius looks down to the smoking gun in Twofeathers' hand. She smirks. Glancing over his shoulder, the man with the shotgun falls backwards into a plastic table with a sucking chest-wound.

Strewn about the street are the barely conscious bodies of the hit squad. Some crumpled in heaps amidst paper lanterns and tables. Others inexplicably dangling from awnings overhead.

"You sure know how to show a lady a good time." Twofeathers smiles with intoxicating radiance as she slides the cannon back into the holster under Darius' arm. 

Darius pulls a stray coil of hair from Twofeathers' face with a hand that carries a fading glow of its own. "You said you wanted to go dancing after all..."

"Not quite what I had in mind." She wraps his arm around her and tucks herself under it.

"We should probably get out of here..."

The pair calmly make their way out of the square, leaving the hit-squad moaning in the wreckage of the nightmarket. As the paper lanterns sway on into the night.