Agent Gray, Red with Love

RedCrackle Starts with a Bang!.. Kind of.

  The art trafficker made a tsk tsk noise as she walked across the room, taking in the image. The groaning V.I.L.E. agents lying like empty potato sacks on the floor, the red head with the metal sheet, the other red head shaking the blondie awake, and a disoriented French man. What a scene.

  Most interesting to her however, was the two in the middle of it all. V.I.L.E.'s very own traitors, Carmen San Diego and Crackle.

  "I will admit," she said, as she slowly took a step closer. "I did not expect to see this on my sight seeing tour."

  Graham and Carmen tensed. Marta Contreras was no fighter, but she had other qualities to make up for her lack of physical prowess. Skills that were arguably even more harmful to both of them. She was a master liar and manipulator, who knew how to verbally hit you where it hurt. When she was little, Carmen had been taught the art of blending in by her before she officially enrolled into Shadowsan's class. She would never say it out loud, but Carmen still used many of the woman's teachings on a daily basis— which made her despise her even more. Reversely, Marta knew how to disorient Carmen as well. She'd shown that much in Vera Cruz, Mexico, when she had actually managed to capture the red rougue. Honestly, Carmen may have had a reunion with V.I.L.E. much sooner than she had intended to if it weren't for Sonia.

  As for Graham, he'd had the fortune to have never met Marta Contreras outside that opera production. But he knew that she knew him. One way or another, she'd sought him out, found him, and set him on the road to becoming the best criminal electrician V.I.L.E. had ever had. He was at a disadvantage in that aspect, and it's not like he was in physical shape to overpower her like he usually might've. 

  The senior operative looked at Zack and Ivy in disdain. "I remember you two. One of you bums regurgitated into my vase. Animals."

  Zack winced, "Ah, really? You must be referring to some other red head. I can't seem to remember that off the top of my head. 

  "Oh? I assumed you were too dense to have anything in your head at all," Contreras shot back, venomously.

  Ouch.

  Graham shot Carmen a look, asking "what're we gonna do?" If she saw his expression, she didn't show. Her eyes were fixed on the art seller. If looks could kill, Carm would be a serial killer with that one. Graham instead looked at his surroundings. He didn't see much: the mine was as mine-y as it always was, just with more unconscious bodies.

  Deveinaux was the first to react. 

  With a guttural shout, he charged at her. Not the smartest thing he'd ever done to be sure. Marta simply stepped to the side leaving only her able out at a sideways angle. The rest is pretty self explanatory, but what follows would be almost comedic if it ween't so serious.

  Newton's first law states that an object in motion (Devineaux) will stay in motion unless acted on by another force. That force was Marta's ankle. The next force, namely gravity, instantly slammed into Devineaux due to the unbalanced forces that came with his fall. Waving his arms around as he crashed, Devineaux took a face dive into the dirt and rolled into a stack of crates. He wasn't unconscious, but he was back to being inanimate. 

  Darn gravity, ruining everything for everyone.

  Marta chuckled, and then took another step towards them. Graham's eyes darted around. Where was his gas gun when he needed it? Oh, there it was. What was he waiting for? It was only a couple feet away, way farther than Marta was to him. He moved a step to the side towards his ACME weapon.

  "I wouldn't do that if I were you," Marta threatened.

  "Well you take two steps, I take two steps," Graham said, taking yet another step. "And what're you going to do about it, anyway?"