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[Diego is sitting calmly in the corner table near the window at Common Grounds, a classy little coffee house not far from the government offices where he works. There are seven empty cups of coffee on the table and one more full one in his hand

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[Someone looks pretty damn pissed about what's going on in that coffee shop.]

Five minutes and I'll be there. I'll bring an ambulance.

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Thanks. Would you?

[He takes another mild sip of coffee, making a face.]

It was shaping up to be such a nice, quiet afternoon.

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Yeah, I bet. And stop drinking that, would you? You're going to give me a goddamn heart attack.

[She grabs her things and heads out.]

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I'll be fine. You know that.

Besides, I paid for it.

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You can make more, can't you? Or ask for a refund.

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Don't worry. I'm nearly done with it anyway.

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All right. See you shortly.

[She's there in seven minutes and, in the distance, the sirens of an ambulance can be heard. She heads in the front door.]

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[And he's still in the corner, having gotten a bit lower to avoid the fallout from the fight.

Looks like he finished his coffee, though.

In the middle of the store, three men and a woman are beating the crap out of each other in a frenzy. The other patrons are hiding under tables and the waitress is behind the counter, crying in fear.]

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[Great. She sets her NV down on the table and marches herself over to them. Once she gets over there, she kicks the first person out of the way, grabs the second by the back of the shirt, and punches the third. The latter falls to the ground, entirely stunned from the strength behind the strike, and she focuses on the girl. She tosses her to the floor and kneels down, cuffing her.

The first man comes back to hit her and she grabs him by the arm, tossing him to the floor as well. She presses her foot onto his back to keep him there. Calmly, she glances up and speaks above the yelling and thrashing of the girl on the floor:]

Everyone, please exit the shop calmly and wait on the sidewalk. Back-up will be arriving shortly.

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[You don't have to tell them twice. The terrified patrons and the waitress hurry out, eyes wide at the scuffle as they go immediately back to the window to watch.

Behind Re-l, the third man stumbles back to his feet and with his teeth clenched together, rushes in to punch her in the back of the head. He doesn't get far, though, before he gets a fist across the jaw. He falls like a ton of bricks, crumpling in pain.

Diego shakes his hand out.]

Whoops.

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[She turns back just in time to see Diego hit him, and she pauses to just...stare at him. And then she faintly smiles, pulling out a second pair of cuffs and slapping them on the man beneath her foot.]

Nice one.

[She doesn't have a third pair, so off goes her belt. She ties the third man's hands behind his back.]

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Didn't think I couldn't throw a punch, did you?

[He's holding that cup of coffee in his other hand, and he waits until she's done restraining the brawlers to hand it to her.]

I saved a few sips for your forensics team. The end leg of the tour had to be postponed.

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I'm just surprised you threw one.

[She takes the cup gently and sets it on the table. Then she kneels down and starts looking through the pockets of her little group.]

Looks like it. Sorry about that.

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A gentleman never lets a lady get hurt on his watch.

[He shrugs as she takes the cup.] Didn't taste great anyway. Adding such bitterness to a Sumatran blend is just wrong.

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Even when it's me?

[She gives him a little smile from over her shoulder, and then goes back to rummaging through their pockets. She finds a bunch of small things: coins, a tic-tac holder, one of them has a pen, wallets... She sighs, sitting back.]

How many were drugged? Just these three and yours?

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You'd rather get rabbit punched in the head? [He just grins.

Shoving his hands into his pockets, he surveys the wreckage of the coffee shop.]

Hard to say. I told the others to stop drinking once I tasted it. Presumably, these three were the only ones who took a sip.

[A smirk.] Well. And me, of course. But there's no brew bitter enough to burn me.