<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/002/575/243/large/jeehyung-lee-psylocke.jpg?1463288821)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Psylocke<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Danger Room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 1st, 2017.  Early afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Colossus, Wolverine, Chamber, Cyclops, Shadowcat<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Take Down<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Psylocke did not accept the bait.  Instead she calmly walked toward the elevator of the false building and set her destination for the ground floor.  Calmly, as if nothing else were on her mind or required her attention, she stepped from the elevator interior and then through the lobby.  Fingers made to adjust the red sash at her waist while her long legs set a pace and step that could only be described as runway quality.  Hair made even darker by purple highlights lifted from her shoulders to flare behind her while she passed by her partner in this stealthy operation.  Seductive and warm, her voice dripped with sarcastic appreciation.<br/><br/>“Point made.  First we take the roof.  Then you get us inside so we can go floor by floor down to the hostages.  By then we should have a good idea of what is transpiring.  Deal?”<br/><br/>She increased the pace then so that she was moving at a steady jog before sliding sideways into the side streets that would lead around the bank.  The sound of the mob could be heard as dim background to her.  Blood pounded in her ears, adrenaline beginning to introduce itself to her cardiovascular system.  Psylocke took all things in stride and let her experience guide her steps.  Shadowcat would gain a glimpse of such training as Psylocke did not so much seem to climb the building exterior but scale the surface.  One drainage pipe lead to finger holds that lead toward a ledge and then the roof.  Seconds passed by as the woman took advantage of her gloves and skill to make the surface.<br/><br/>Words reached her ears easily as the massive figure of Blob and his subordinate had their discussion.  She smiled cruelly as the effort was seamless.  The henchmen turning around and a simple brush of her mind against Blob was made.  Words implanted in his mind that the man muttered “fat bastard” under his breath.  She almost felt sorry for the hologram that now suffered beneath the belly bump of the behemoth.  She heard the figure flying across the roof and made her move.  Arms flexed to bring her body up over the lip of the roof and set her legs to running.  One step lead to several that crossed the distance between herself and the backside of her target.  Revulsion set in her throat when her arm caught around the thick throat of the man.  Her body was far from the ground below and she felt more than heard his throaty laugh.  Doubtless he thought this a trifling thing.<br/><br/>Then they were both plunged into the darkness.  A purple and pink blade of energy slipped upward into the base of his skull.  Tender nerve bundles that carried so much information felt the stilling power of her energy.  Psylocke thrust not only the weapon but herself into his mind.  The effect was not what she was used to doing as the hologram contained none of the complex psyche of a true person.  Part of her mind wondered if this had been a mistake and the image would not respond appropriately.  Yet there was something there and she pressed her thoughts into that something, commanding a shutdown of systems.  Beneath her the figure jiggled and then collapsed.<br/><br/>Gracefully she rolled forward from his back.  One hand lifted to project her thoughts toward her partner.<br/><br/><strong><em><em>Quickly before the cat returns for us both.</em></em></strong><br/>