<strong>Meanwhile, in a back alley in London</strong><br/><br/>Hunter dodged under the clumsy blow of the thug that swung at her...they weren't skilled beyond the usual training the school of hard knocks would give such ruffians, but they had her outnumbered two to one. A jab into the man's chin sent him stumbling back to be caught by his confederate. She was holding her own, which she had to admit was something to brag about from someone who until recently had been performing as a mentalist for a circus. Of course, once you deducted how a human body can move, it was quite easy to turn that to one's advantage in the arts of combat.  A keen mind and a sudden desire to contribute a little more to the world provided enough motivation to have her dress as a man and wander the rougher parts of the city. Finding the disgraced scientist who she had crossed paths with inadvertently was just her current focus, that's all.<br/><br/>"Look, I know you did a little job for a Doctor Tok...I'm willing to keep punching until you start with the talking..." she says. If only they knew who was roughing them up...thuggish types like this always had their little egos...<br/><br/>The one still untouched was having none of it though...normally not a problem, but he moved deceptively fast for such a large man...Hunter managed to barely dodge his swing, but when he quickly made a follow up grab that made enough purchase on the shirt she wore to tear it wide open. While *ahem* 'blessed' with a body that could pass for a slightly built man, there was no disguising things now. Nor was there disguising the look of shock that transformed into a leer on the thug's face. And behind him his partner was slowly getting to his feet as Hunter tried to cover herself with one arm. "Oh bloody hell!" she blurts out.<br/><br/><em>"I've gone from roughing up goons for information to showing off my knockers. Can this day get any worse?"</em>she thinks as her mind works on a way to fight off two men without exposing herself any further.