Annie O. had heard of Deadpool, 'The Merc with the Mouth'. In their line of work you had to be a special kind of ignorant not to<span style="font-style: italic">at least</span>pick up on rumors...ignorant or dirt poor. Being chosen to work with him was both an honor and a curiosity. Annie usually took an independent vigilante track, only accepting jobs where she put scumbags down. This particular client's money had been too good to pass up.<br/><br/>The young brunette sat calmly waiting three rooftops west of their designated meeting point. As usual for Annie on missions, she came clad in a black leather corset top under her cropped purple biker jacket, black leggings, and purple combat boots. Hanging from bullet belts at her hips were two .44 semi-automatic Magnum handguns nicknamed Sophie and Darlene, respectively. Both had custom silencers just for the occasion. A slight breeze toyed with her curly russet brown hair. Annie caught herself trying to smooth it back in place. 'Hopefully I'm not underdressed.' She thought and laughed lightly at herself. It's not like it was a date. Suddenly her violet eyes picked up on someone else cruising the rooftops. A flash of red and black cued her into action.<br/><br/>By the time she arrived, Deadpool had one goon down and two more emerged. Jumping down into shadows, Annie pulled her guns and fired three times. One shot hit the thug nearest to her, the bullet entered in one temple and out the other. The two shots fired immediately after landed inside the second thug's head when he gawked at his fallen comrade. 'Why do they always do that? Are they that shocked someone would try and stop them?' Annie shook her head. Walking out into view she winked at Deadpool. "Nice to meet you, sugar. Did I miss much?"