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Part of her thought it was silly when she did it, hanging up the costume, trying to live a normal life. Oh sure, she could do it easily enough when daddy was around: then it was just a joke, like Mindy Macready was the mask, and this was the reality. In a way, that was the truth: every day, what people called real life got more and more unreal, and people just got more cruel to offset it. So of course those scared got MORE scared, and grasped at whatever part of normal they could and went along, looking the other way. Dave understood that, and that was why he wore the mantle of Kick Ass.

He also really sucked at it.

Which was why they needed someone even MORE intense than a guy in a scuba costume trying to make the world a better place: that was just pipe dreams. They needed someone ruthless, someone with skill, someone who didn't fuck around when it came to stopping the bad guys. Publicity went to Kick Ass, Myspace was for Kick Ass.

But the dirty work, the guts it took to get the job done, fell to her.

Weapons and Possessions had it of course : wig, mask, cape, belt, vinyl jacket: EVERYTHING. It took a few minutes and Mindy Macready was gone now. In her place was a purple haired no shit taking girl in gloves, plaid skirt and a bad attitude. She'd gotten the directions to the Sensoriums already , so now it was time for the waiting game.

And so Hitgirl, attentive to how the Sensorium worked, blanketed her thoughts. If she relived anything, it would be the last time she wore the mask, and that time had been a pretty close call. Her hand rested at her belt where her knife was ticked away, but her glaive was still in hand, waiting for the Major to arrive.

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Hit girl made a disgusted noise. This person was part of Security? No wonder this place was such a mess. The adults ran around on their high horse keeping secrets and the rest of the crew took damage as collateral. This chick was as helpful as that damn no eyed guy she talked to before. This bullshit with pretension had more than played on her nerves.

"Not anymore," she said. "I'm done trying to impress people. You wanna waste a perfectly good person, fine. I'm no one's goddamn sidekick though, get that through your head. I'm done with that and with this. I'm fucking OUT."

She walked out. Work for security her ass. If this is what they were like, she wanted to have as little to do with them as possible. maybe it would even be worth it to stir a little shit up. The higher ups, she guessed, were no better than the half assed police department back home. This whole thing was a waste of time, but at least she learned her lesson. Taking orders like some tool was definitely not her style.

"Free lancing it is then," she said to herself. "Maybe I should check out those Outsiders."

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Motoko doesn't work for security, kid. She offered you a job interview and you didn't live up to expectations— one of the hazards of having standards as high as the Majors.

Just as well; their morals wouldn't have lined up, anyways. Motoko wasn't in public security because she enjoyed helping people. Quite the opposite.

Kids these days: no sense of perspective.