Black Cat counts to ten in her head, then firs her grapnel and swings down into the chaos, sauntering in through the hole in the wall of the warehouse.
The music system cuts out just then as she makes her entrance, looking among the disheveled gang members.
"Knock knock. I guess our invites got lost in the mail, huh?" she asks, looking from man to man.
"You assholes have been wrecking this part of town since you got here. That stops now. For the next sixty seconds, any of you that fall in with me get protected from Rose Red. I'm sure you know who that is.
Anyone dumb enough to shoot at me gets fed to one of my friends outside. And they came hungry." she says.
"Show of hands on who's joining up with the new outfit?"
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