<span style="color: #BF0080"><span style="font-weight: bold">Satellite Dialogue: <span style="font-style: italic">Titanium</span></span></span><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #0000FF">April 12, NYC</span></span><br/><br/>The soft sounds of boots clicking in the ally make the small batch of thugs look up from the stolen bag of merchandise. The ones that were armed readied their baseball bats and there old, rusty revolvers. Though, the biggest one had a cigar in his mouth and a 9mm silenced handgun. It's black overcoat made the gun look new, but from what Titanium could see. The model was two years older than it's age predicted. Titanium, of course, wasn't after the gun, nor the merchandise. She was specifically after the thug.<br/><br/>Big Joe, which was some of the gang fellows called him. Big Joe was one who was corrupt, thought he was god. But everyone knew that being an icon of worship was impossible. Or, that's what now a days were like. Besides, the normal days weren't medieval. Though, Titanium shakes her head out of thought and looks at her area of battle. A minor dead end of an ally, easier than the bust at<span style="font-style: italic">Grand Central</span>station. But as she saw that the she was severally outnumbered, she swears and unsheathed her sword and eyes the ugly, snot headed gangster. Well, the observation didn't last long, because the sound of a can cracking makes her flinch and look behind her.<br/><br/>A man, bulky and probably six foot four, stood infront of her.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000">"Hello, Puppet."</span>The man said casually, his smile snacky and gross from lack of dental health.<br/><br/>Titanium would role her eyes and look at the man with a plain look. With the man's eyes in contact with her's, she moves a dumpster mentally, and then replies to the man.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">Good day, is this a trash day?</span>Titanium asked, then, faster than a blur, Titanium swings her arm to the left. Then following a Dumpster colliding with the man. The man and the dumpster both dead towards the wall, which attracts the remainder of the gang. But, what they failed to notice was Titanium walking from the dust of the disturbance.