Fan Fiction
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Adventure #7
Her hair is bright red and her skin, pale. She has a natural beauty about her, but Guinevere is not concerned of the beauty, but the hint of evil in her eyes and smile. Excalibur in hand, Guinevere stands on guard for an unsuspecting Yvonne. Guinevere senses from her garb and stride, something magical about her.
Guinevere “Stand back, sorceress!”
Yvonne looks up from the engine and over at Guinevere, puzzled. She then turns around and sees the woman as she laughs, still approaching them.
Circe “Sorceress? I am Circe. And you, my dear Queen are coming with me.”
In The Black
They can tell having arrived at the correct location from the looks of the chaos up ahead.
Lady In Black “We may need to pull over here.”
Myra “You got it.”
Myra Rutherford, the Lady In Black’s assistant obliges, pulling along the side of the road. Exiting their rental car, they can hear the sound of a plane flying close overhead and the sound of distant gunfire.
Myra “Shouldn’t this be attracting the attention of the cops?”
Lady In Black “Not when Fang Gow’s involved.”
She is in a long black dress with a matching hat with a small veil, her mask, heels and stockings. Her black gloves cover her hands. She is the Lady In Black and she walks alongside Myra, whose outfit is strikingly different.
Myra “You’re going to mess up your outfit dealing with this stuff.”
Lady In Black “I’ll be fine. And I didn’t feel like wearing pants like you. Let’s just find Fang and convince him to try a different line of business. Because this will just make things more complicated for everyone.”
Back in Washington, D.C., Gail Coeval has just pulled over at her favorite coffee shop. With a fresh brew in her hand, she takes a sip as she walks back to her car. Opening her car door, she enters and suddenly realizes someone else is waiting there in the front passenger seat.
She only has enough time to make out her face. Her blond hair and big, red sunglasses masking her eyes.
Tigress “You ask too many questions.”
Gail “Tigr-!!!”
A right hand suddenly reaches from the backseat, holding a white cloth that now covers Gail’s mouth. Seconds later, Gail Coeval sees nothing, drifting away from consciousness.



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