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"I feel guilty taking down this brat," Doric said.   With a laugh he added "Almost."   Clad in dark leather and crowned with a wild mohawk Doric looked more the part of a punk rocker than the ninja that he was. His laugh left a grinning smile on his face.   It had felt good to exercise his stealth skills.   He had slipped in the target's domicile without detection.    Like a cobra striking out of a bush at an unsuspecting prey, his arms had snaked out and wrapped around his target's head with the strength of a python.  His sleeperhold had induced slumber within a matter of seconds.   "To think this shit chose college and the League after all we had done for him."

His partner Gigi, dressed criminally sexy in her leather jumpsuit, reached down and firmly cupped an unconscious Raydin with her hand below the proverbial belt. "He's over and out and limp as a soggy noodle."   Frustrated that he remained soft, she continued to squeeze. "Bring the car around.   I'll strip his uniform in case it's microchipped." She felt a throb, and her own heart rate quickened.

Doric nodded as he let Raydin slump into Gigi's waiting arms. "Be back in a flash."   He walked away then stopped at the doorway and looked back with a wink.   "Remember his clothes, not yours."

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"I feel guilty taking down this brat," Doric said.   With a laugh he added "Almost."   Clad in dark leather and crowned with a wild mohawk Doric looked more the part of a punk rocker than the ninja that he was. His laugh left a grinning smile on his face.   It had felt good to exercise his stealth skills.   He had slipped in the target's domicile without detection.    Like a cobra striking out of a bush at an unsuspecting prey, his arms had snaked out and wrapped around his target's head with the strength of a python.  His sleeperhold had induced slumber within a matter of seconds.   "To think this shit chose college and the League after all we had done for him."

His partner Gigi, dressed criminally sexy in her leather jumpsuit, reached down and firmly cupped an unconscious Raydin with her hand below the proverbial belt. "He's over and out and limp as a soggy noodle."   Frustrated that he remained soft, she continued to squeeze. "Bring the car around.   I'll strip his uniform in case it's microchipped." She felt a throb, and her own heart rate quickened.

Doric nodded as he let Raydin slump into Gigi's waiting arms. "Be back in a flash."   He walked away then stopped at the doorway and looked back with a wink.   "Remember his clothes, not yours."