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<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DhKRUPYrAQoE&amp;hash=c3a3af0628fd9afbfe22968f75b40f89" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hKRUPYrAQoE" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Preparing to win</a>​</div><br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Talia slept well for the first time since Shaun had been taken. The waves of deep REM sleep took over with such ease. She hadn't even realized it was morning when she felt a soft, warm kiss against her forehead. For a moment, she'd forgotten the state of affairs. Her hand reached out for her husband when she realized he was already getting up, and reality hit her. A tidal wave of emotions hit her, leaving her to shift up along the dented headboard in shock. It wasn't a story she'd seen on the news, it had happened to her, to Ben, to Shaun. It infuriated her that someone had managed to change their lives forever. Even when they got Shaun back, and she was certain they would, they would never be the same. What they had was dead and gone; all they could do was rebuild.<br/>
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The blonde remained seated on the bed. When Ben came in to take the phone, she shuffled from the bed to jump into the shower. The remnants of the night before slipped from her as she cleaned herself, and the daunting truth of what was to come... the horror, the violence. She was ravenous for it. The female dried herself and made her way out. She found a few spare clothes. A pair of slim fit jeans, coupled with a loose tank top and a pair of worn military grade boots. She looked rather common; but they were clothes she preferred, ones of the past. "Three minutes," She repeated softly upon hearing her husband's voice. The female was nervous; but not for herself. Last night had been a break of thinking about their son, but now the worry returned tenfold. Where was he? Was he okay? Could they find him in time?<br/>
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The dark atmosphere outside seemed to represent her current emotions, the rage swelling up, the fierce need to cause harm. The female tugged on her raincoat before they headed out. The city seemed so much darker, so much... more dangerous. And for once, she wanted to hunt it down. She wanted to fight it, she wanted to tear it apart. As they settled in their ride, she felt a strong arm pull her closer, causing a warm yet sad smile to cross her lips. They both felt the rage and sadness of losing their son. Now they could just feel it between one another. "He will be, we're going to make sure of that." The female whispered back, her words were firm and unyielding. They truly had no idea the parents they had crossed. Not only were they specialists in their field, but there was a fierce love within them. It was strong enough to endure, to bend, to grow. <br/>
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The address seemed to be a run down area of the city, secluded and clearly only known by criminals. The female's eyes surveyed the area, spotting a few choice people as they were led through a maze. Talia was in a world of her own, she was imagining seeing her son again, picking him up and never letting him go. That is what she was fighting for. When the large warehouse door opened, her brow cocked as she saw the range of weapons on display. There were many, new tech, old tech, experimental tech. The female eased under his touch, leaning against him as she gazed around to see exactly what caught her eye.<br/>
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"A bit of everything." She offered her husband a warm smile as she shoved back her hood, exposing the light blonde curls and piercing gaze. Several racks holding a variety of laser infused bullets. There were even some bullets on display that were listed as 'maximum damage'. The female left her husband's side to gaze down toward at the ammo. "What can I get ya little lady?" A voice ebbed from behind the counter display the ammo was set up in. It was glass, along with sloped metal. "I want to see these," Lia pointed toward the glistening red bullets. They seemed to hum with energy, as if it was calling to her. "Those are explode after impact rounds," The rather tall, broad, most likely military man opened up the case and presented them to her. "When you shoot them, they take a few seconds after hitting the target to give an electronic pulse. The glass is of course sent further, and the pulse will cause problems for any prosthetics." The male eyed the woman, "Like yours, for example." He nodded toward her eye, clearly he'd seen the implants before.<br/>
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"I'll take that large bag you have over there. Then I want all you have of the impact rounds, then whatever other nasty shit you have. Fill it up. I want every ammo to fit a 9mm, a 45 and any to fit an AK-47, Kalashnikov Alpha." Most gun models she knew were older, but in these days, most of them had been upgraded. The sizes of rounds seemed to remain similar. After she'd picked out her guns, the man began to list her items before she was allowed to take the bag. "Sure you can..." He was silenced the moment she grabbed it and hurled it over her shoulder as if it was a mere handbag. <br/>
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Now that she had guns, she began to look for daggers. She knew her husband would be doing the same. The female peaked over a few counters until she found some daggers she rather liked. The edges were fitted with pulsing energy, they would sear through anything they touched. They were fairly long, six inches. "I'll take those." The female announced to the man maintaining those particular set of weapons. She also picked up a few holsters, straps, and sheaths for the blades. Once she was done, a long bullwhip caught her eye. It was electrified, the very length of it almost crackled with power. "Two of those." <br/>
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By the end of her spree, she was carrying three large duffle bags. One alone had a <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F564x%2Ff9%2Fd7%2F11%2Ff9d7114fe897f737c663be9b158b1857.jpg&amp;hash=fc19e9576ce0b24c59a48ecc3bc4c30e" href="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f9/d7/11/f9d7114fe897f737c663be9b158b1857.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">suit</a> she'd found. It was the perfect weight, light, agile and just strong enough to give her moderate protection. It would cover almost her entire body, meaning there were less soft spots to hit. The gloves provided enough protection that if she picked up her whip the wrong way, or her blades, it wouldn't cause any harm to her. The shock would be absorbed. Once she was done, the female found her husband, giving him a slight smirk as she gazed down at her bags. "Just wait until we get home." With that, she made her way back out to the cab, giving Ben enough time to go and see exactly what he wanted. </span>