![]() ![]() Hit-Girl survives the attack due to wearing a bulletproof vest, and takes pursuit of the goons in the Mist Mobile. Hit-Girl is viciously gunned down by the traitor, falling out of a window, and both Big Daddy and Kick-Ass are taken captive by Frank D'Amico's goons. The latest superhero Red Mist, who in reality is the son of Frank D'Amico, tricks Kick-Ass into taking him to meet Big Daddy and Hit-Girl at one of their safe houses. They see potential in him as a crime-fighter, and stay in contact with him should he ever need their assistance. ![]() After discovering his true identity as Dave Lizewski, she and Big Daddy visit him at his home after re-routing his IP address. She first encounters Kick-Ass when she saves him from a petty drug dealer named Rasul and his thugs. When another vigilante named Kick-Ass gains extensive media attention, Mindy is impressed by his courage. As the deadly father-daughter crime-fighting duo Big Daddy and Hit-Girl, they set out to avenge Mindy's mother and Damon's imprisonment by tracking down and killing Frank D'Amico's henchmen and drug dealers one by one until reaching D'Amico himself. He trained her in the martial arts and taught her how to use various forms of weaponry, including guns, knives, spears, and grenades, as well as teaching her how to take a bullet to the chest by wearing a bulletproof vest. She was adopted by sergeant Marcus Williams, her father's former partner.Īfter Damon's release from prison, he was given custody of Mindy. Her grief-stricken mother, pregnant with Mindy at the time, committed suicide, but before she died, doctors managed to save Mindy. Kickin’ it wit’ my daddy is pretty great, even if he tricked me (multiple times) into getting in the carpool lane.Mindy Macready is a young girl whose father, a famous NYPD officer, whom was framed for drug dealing by mob crime lord Frank D'Amico after rejecting the gangster's offer to work for him, and was imprisoned for five years before she was born. Instead, we’ve settled for phone calls, texts and FaceTime sessions which are few and far between.īut, I agree. I’m studying abroad so we no longer ride in the diamond lane, play Duke Nukem (with all the cheats), or gobble down mountains of Baskin-Robbins’ Pralines & Cream. Why then? Because he’s back home supporting me and my big life dreams. We haven’t kicked it in a while, Daddy & me. He always say he love me, and my daddy show me. As I fumbled through adolescence I thought, “why is he doing this to me?” But now? Now all those oldies but goodies feel perfectly familiar and bring back happy memories. See, when you’re little, and your Daddy is damn near 6 feet (his words, not mine) you figure all daddies must do strange things. And when “ Too Hot” stopped, The Commodores took over, and I carried on shuffling my feet. Like so many times when I would come home from school, hearing Kool & The Gang all the way down the block here I was, in my own living room, doing the exact same thing. Just today, with the volume turned up, it hit me, “I really am my father’s daughter”. ![]() Each old school jam on the radio incited a well warranted “who’s singing?” For us, bonding over music was an everyday thing. In fact, growing up I used to “borrow” his CDs. Like Kayliyah and her daddy, we also shared music. We never had an elaborate handshake (Can we, please?) but he made sure to squeeze in numerous noogies instead. Not long ago, me & my daddy looked a lot like that. True, all healthy father/daughter relationships are beautiful. ![]()
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