After they had parted was after the last mission, Megan had dropped off the map again for a while. She relocated herself somewhere new, a good distance outside of New York, and spent her time tracking down who and what their next target would be. After quite a bit of searching she found a likely candidate. 

Roach still had ties to a very specific drug. There were a few places within the city that both manufactured and distributed it, and one stood out among the rest like a sore thumb. In a large warehouse along the water, in a relatively obscure part of the city, a large drug ring was active. It was run by a diverse group of people, both human and mutant, who worked for Roach in order to spread the drug throughout the city.

If they could get in there and dismantle that operation, it would significantly hurt Roach. 

She'd spent quite a few days stalking the building already, spying on the comings and goings of those who worked within the facility, if it could even be called that.

When she felt she had enough information to forge a plan, she contacted Saph.

Then, on a specific day at a specific time, she waited for him to show up before making a move. She'd planned so that the place would be empty, as it usually was for a few hours on Tuesdays. She wasn't entirely sure what they all went off to do together, as most of them blabbered on in various languages she wasn't going to bother to understand.

Two guards usually stayed behind. One on the outside watching over the main entrance, and another on the inside. She assumed he was keeping an eye on the 'goods'. She hadn't been able to fully scout the place, as there were more than a few sealed areas she could not access via her spiders.

At her side, slung around one shoulder was her bag. Inside he had a few small bottles of kerosene, among a handful of other items she intended to use.

Glancing at the watch on her wrist again, she turned to watch as the group left the building right on time... all shuffling over to a small squadron of cars, before they all pulled away. 

Silently, he landed next to her.

His kit was a little more high-budget now. He no longer wore a ski-mask, but a tactical face cover with a mesh surface for easy seeing and breathing. At his side was a long, one sided knife with an expanded head; known as a kukri. He looked a lot more prepared this time around.

"The M operation. You found what you were looking for, then." They weren't questions. His voice had an edge to it. Apparently he wasn't in a great mood.

"What's the situation?" He stepped closer, and paused. "You smell like lighter fluid. You plan to burn it down?"

He wasn't a huge fan of fire, but it was a good way to get this done. He turned to look down at the warehouse as the last car left the lot. Was the product produced here, or just stored here? He crouched down at the edge of their position, and pulled out a pair of nocs, aiming toward the area she was watching.

Through the sights he could see the two guards. They looked like hired help. Roach's help was struggling with the confrontation with the East Side gang. That was a good sign.

He wanted this to go more smoothly than their last little mission.

She glanced at him momentarily before turning her eyes back to the building. "Yeah, I found it."

She let him settle as she watched the guards outside chat with each other. "I plan on burning something. Probably not the whole building. Wouldn't want it to catch this whole area on fire."

She shifted slightly, a little nervously, actually. After filling him in on the details she did know, there were still a lot of gaping holes she didn't like.

"I wasn't able to scout out this place as much as I had wanted too. Roach is on guard, so I've been trying to find everything out while dancing around his spies the whole time. There are a few in there currently.... watching over the place while the rest of the team is gone."

A pinched frown settled on her face, and she looked over at him. "From what I could see inside from a few quick excursions, it looks like there are a lot of locked down areas. No windows, and heavily sealed doors. I am assuming this is a facility where raw product is taken, manufactured into it's final form, and then distributed. I'm not sure where inside it would be located."

Really, it was that bit that bothered her the most.

"We have about three hours before the rest of them return. The two guards are the only bipedal ones we have to worry about currently. There are some dogs located somewhere in there... I could hear them howling earlier."

Turning, she unzipped her bag and fished for a small cloth baggy of pre-filled darts. One of the guards turned to depart inside the building, leaving one singular figure out in front of of the main door. "We need to do this quickly, however that turns out. I'm sure that the moment we make a move whatever time we have will be cut in half.

Saphirus dropped the binoculars as she spoke, turning back to her, and remaining silent. He didn't seem to like what he heard a whole lot.

"Bailiff, you know how bad this sounds, right? If I had half a mind I'd tell you there was no way in hell I'd be going in there." He looked back down again.

"But this is likely the best chance we're gonna get." The two men wouldn't be a problem at all. The dogs, he could deal with. It was the reinforcements, and the many unknown factors that bothered him.

"I say we give ourselves fifteen minutes after first contact. No more than than. We get in, we do everything we can, we get out. If we aren't finished by then, too bad. It's too much of a risk otherwise, and we won't get another shot at this if we end up dead." He store the sight extenders and turned back to her.

"You ready, Bailiff?" Oh, right, she didn't like it when he called her that. Oh well.

"Bailiff, you know how bad this sounds, right? If I had half a mind I'd tell you there was no way in hell I'd be going in there."

"Good thing you haven't got one, then." She snarked back, not bothering to even look at him. She was well aware of the danger.... but she was also well aware that she was running out of time.

She'd already run into Roach personally once since the first mission they had been on. It was only going to get worse from here on out.

She listened to his terms, and nodded slightly. "Sure. Don't have an issue with that limit."

"You ready, Bailiff?"

She sighed through her nose, eyes closing briefly as her hackles rose at that familiar nickname. She'd told him to stop calling her that. She'd forgiven the first few times it had slipped in there, but the next time he did it... well, she'd probably punch him.

She wasn't going to give him a warning about it, either.

"Don't. Call. Me. That." She ground out through clenched teeth. She speared a look at him, letting her words settle for a moment before she turned back to the task at hand. Her air gun was holstered on her thigh, which she promptly un-holstered and loaded a dart into. It was a straight tranquilizer, so it would knock the guard out fully within a short time.

Before she took aim she tucked a black bandanna up over her nose. She didn't need to bother, really... but with the number of various people who worked at this location she wanted to cover as many bases as possible.

It took her a few minutes to settle, a moment to aim, and a second later she fired off a dart.

Across the way the guard reacted, swatting at his neck in surprise, and then stepping back slightly to peer at the ground. The dart had fallen out and he was trying to see what had hit him. A moment later he tipped over face first and flopped onto the broken cement.

He grunted when she told him not to call her Bailiff again. He saw it coming. He watched as she lined up her shot and prepared to pull the trigger. The second guy had disappeared inside. Saphirus jumped from their vantage point as she fired, The man brought a hand to his neck, and the vigilante used his power to guide himself in a gentle, but speeding curve down toward the entrance.

As he swooped downward, he reached down to his hip, pulling out his weapon. WHAM! He slammed the door open shocking a man standing just on the other side with a cup of coffee in each hand. The back of the knife found his forehead, and he collapsed like a sack of potatoes. Still alive. Not faring well.

The incognito X-Man took a quick second to absorb his surroundings. It was a hall. It had three doors. One all the way in the back, one of each side of them. He turned to see if Megan was close behind. He felt he running this way. She'd gotten pretty quick since they'd worked together back in the day.

"Split up, or hit them all together? Your choice." He was willing to let her call the shots this time around; she'd done all the leg work. She'd earned it.

He made no comment. She left it at that.

While Saph leaped into action in usually Saph style, Megan took a moment to pack her gun away and remove a glove before she moved to lower herself from the building. It didn't take long, considering she had a lot of practice, but she was still much slower than him.

As soon as her feet hit the ground she was skirting across the open space toward the building. Saph was inside, the other guard unconscious at his feet as she joined him.

"Split up, or hit them all together? Your choice."

She eyed him quietly for a moment, before glancing down at her watch and setting a timer. "We split up. We have fifteen minutes, and then we meet back here to leave. If one of us finds something, holler."

She didn't necessarily like splitting like this... but they would gain more ground faster. If one of them found the drugs before the other they could take care of it then and there.

"I'll take the one down the hall." With that she nodded at him slightly, and took off in the direction of her choosing.

The door at the end of the hall was large and heavy, but not impossibly to move on her own. It was on rollers and only took a second to shove open enough that she could fit inside.

The room beyond it was large, and filled with lab equipment spread out on various tables. They looked clean, but well used.... as far as she could tell this might have been where the drug was finished, but not where it was stored.

A doorway at the opposite end of the room caught her attention, and she moved toward it quickly.

When she arrived, the stacked mutant retrieved a couple of the kerosene bottles, and stowed them wherever he put all of the stuff he managed to carry on his persons when he was wearing spandex.

She opted to split up. He nodded once, and turned to kick the left door open.

"Don't get yourself killed." He stated simply before he moved into the room.

Some kinda break room. Empty, but there was another door on the other side of it. He moved forward quickly, hobbling a bit, and bowled into the next room. He was treated to a very odd scene.

It was a room full of naked people. They were putting M into little bags. Did... you have to be naked to do that? He was pretty sure you didn't. They all froze as he stormed in, and then scattered. "Oh... Man... That's just... Too weird." A few ran further into the complex, a few squeezed past him on the way back. He didn't have time to worry about stopping them. There was a good gaggle of M in this room.

He emptied the bottle on the table, and moved onward, noting to light it on the way out. Honestly, being soaked in lighter fluid would likely ruin the product anyway. He saw one of the naked men hiding in the corner of the next room, trying to get his clothes on. He ignored the obvious non noncombatant, and grabbed some papers that were lying around in the more office-like setting. He moved onward.

The next room was a garage, and the last one in this line of rooms. There were a few cars there... He froze... Did that mean even more people? He counted... A bit more than there were naked people.

How many people worked here? How many carpooled. He turned and headed back the way he came, catching sight of a few cockroaches on the way out.

As it turned out, the backroom was where the housed the dogs. The moment she let herself in a chorus of barks, howls, and growls met her ears. She surveyed the dark room quickly, before turning and finding a light switch.

The room itself was smaller than the rest she had encountered so far, and appeared to be one of the rooms that had no outside windows. This had been one of the blank spots she hadn't been able to scout before.

Her eyes roved over the many cages that lined the left side of the room, directly in her line of sight. There were quite a few. Kennel style. There were at least thirteen dogs from what she could see, of various breeds.

Over all, it just appeared to be a room for the animals.

She just about turned to leave when another sound caught her attention and gave her pause... A small sound, like a gasp, sounded from around a small corner a little further into the room.

Cautiously, Megan drew a knife she had tucked into the back of her pants and headed further in.

... What she stumbled upon froze her to the spot.

There were two larger cages at the back of the room, hidden from her immediate vision. They were large, and made out of metal supports and heavy wire. Similar to the dog kennels, and yet meant to withstand something entirely different. In this case, it appeared that they were intended to hold children.

Four kids of varying ages were huddled together in each cage. Eight children total. A few of them looked fairly young. Possibly seven or eight. The rest were mix of tweens and teens. All of them were dirty, had scuffs and bruises, and were regarding her with a mistrust so strong she could practically taste it.

After a moment of standing there stupidly, Megan tucked her knife away and took a few more steps toward the kids. Some of the younger ones flinched.

"Hey, now... I'm not here to hurt any of you."

She lowered herself to one knee a few arms lengths away, and carefully reached up to tug the mask from the bottom of her face.

"How long have you kids been here? Where are you from?" She glanced down at her watch. Nine minutes left.

A few of the older kids glanced at each other, before one of them moved himself toward the front of his cage to speak with her.

"... We don't know. We don't have homes... just from around the city. You're not with them?"

Megan shook her head slightly, before moving to shuffle closer to the cages. "Nope... but I don't have time to explain. I have to get you out of here. This place is going to go up in smoke pretty soon."

The kids murmured to themselves, clearly worried. Megan fixated on the locks keeping the cages closed. They were classic combination locks. It would take too much time trying to smash them open, or pick them. She turned to look at the wire that made up the walls of the cages instead.

It was old, and slightly rusty in some places. After searching she was able to find a loose spot around the back, and with enough effort she was able to start prying ti away.

"Alright, everybody out. Keep your voices down and stay behind me... once I get you outside I want you all to run, okay? I can find you later."

She held the wire as they all carefully climbed out, then let it spring back into place as she looked at her watch again. Six minutes.

She cursed under her breath and took the lead out of the room.

Instead of her knife, she swapped out for her air gun and darts again.

"Oy! I've got something over here!" She motioned for the kids to wait, before opening the door to the laboratory. Hopefully her partner would hear her and head over.... she didn't want to have to drag them all with her as she went looking for him.

After she made sure the lab was still clear, she headed on in. "I've got a partner in here with me... he's somewhere else in the building."

She glanced behind at them momentarily. "He's here to help too, so don't worry."

By the time Megan had called out to him, he'd already burst into door number three, and found himself staring at a room full of people watching a TV with the volume at max. 5 of them. Men. Armed. Needless to say, he wasn't about to reply to the summons.

The closest one scrambled to pull out his pistol, and a quick lunge forward combined with a swing found his hand off at the wrist. As he collapsed against the wall in shock, holding his stump, Saphirus dove deeper into the room, behind visual cover as the others raised their weapons to fire.

He wasn't about to let himself get pinned down, though. One of them paused to reload, and he popped up, reaching out to absorb the energy from the other combatants with his reach, and swatting the drained bullets into one. He then threw the bladed weapon into the chest of another, diving over his couch cover to take a few shots in a blocking arm as he laid out one guy, and simply pointed at the last one, who dropped his weapon and put his hands up.

He smirked under his mask, and backhanded him beddy bye.

The Vigilante looked down proudly at his work, and then turned to head back into the hallway. Megan was already heading his way with... kids? "We didn't find the production...And... Who are they?" He looked at his watch. One minute. They needed to light their fires and get the hell out of here. There wasn't enough time to explore the whole place, but they'd done a lot of damage.

Saph didn't respond. Megan spent less than minute waiting before she reached back into her duffel bag and removed a small pistol. Then the sound of gun fire popped up, and She glanced back at the kids momentarily. "Wait here. I will be right back."

She headed across the lab floor toward the heavy sliding door, that lead out into the main hallway. Pausing there with most of her body hidden by the door she peeked out.

She could hear the sounds of a fight from the doorway on the left, and noticed that at some point the front door had been opened. When Saph eventually reappeared, she scooted out from behind the door to meet him, while the kids peeked around at them from a ways into the room.

She eyed his weapon momentarily, before looking at him. It was obvious he had run into unexpected people, and it was more than obvious that some of those people were very dead now.

"Don't know. Don't have time to question them fully." She tucked her gun to the waistband of her pants, and turned to wave the kids toward them.

"Can you clean that knife off? Some of them are really young."

The eldest teen she'd spoke to before led the group over, keeping some of them behind him. It was cute. Like he was the alpha of the pack. Megan eyed them quietly for a moment, before turning and surveying the area quickly.

"I've kinda got a plan... do you think you ca-"

From outside the rev of few engines could be heard, and the squealing of tires as cars whipped back into the parking lot.

Megan's face pinched slightly, but she carried on with her previous train of thought. "Can you get these kids out of here safely? I can handle things in here."

Stuff happened. He cursed, and wiped hi blade clean on the nearest clothy substance.. His watch beeped. The sounds of cars pulling in outside was heard.

She asked him to watch the kids. If she could see the look on is #$%king face right now. "...Really?" She wasn't kidding. He hung his head, and then nodded.

#@$#!

He turned to the oldest of the kids, and pulled him aside for a second.

Moments later, the people in the cars were scrambling toward the entrance.

The Masochist was there. He stood in the front door, waiting for them. Twenty, or so of them. They stopped, and watched him for a bit.

The kids were sneaking out of a side exit. He didn't know what Megan was doing. He, however, was busy.

The hail of gunfire that sounded from there was enough to make even the ballsiest of war reporters to find over and asked what happened afterward. People screamed in pain. Cars exploded. The Masochist made others feel pain.

When it was all done, he sat there, atop three stacked men, still alive, but not in any place to protest them being his lounge. He waited for his associate. She'd better have been working hard, because he'd sure as hell been working his ass off.

He pushed back a little but ultimately agreed. Good. Less for her to worry about then when it came to the kids. They had been entirely unexpected, and she was less capable of ensuring them having a clean escape than he was.

She gathered the firestarter fluid back from him and turned to her own task as he pulled the oldest kid off to the side.

Things move fast from there. Saph made his stand, while the kids made for an escape, and Meanwhile Megan was scrambling about inside saturating and lighting as many things as she could around the building.

She recalled having mentioned not wanting to set the whole place on fire at some point but didn't have time to follow that same rule at the moment. Instead, as she neared the room she'd found the kids in, she tossed the last empty bottle of lighter fluid down and turned to start climbing.

In her initial appraisal of the building, she'd noticed that there were a few areas within the metal roof that seemed to have a few openings that had been sealed shut at some point. One, in particular, looked relatively easy to open.

Getting to it involved some quick climbing which was made a bit easier thanks to a very specialized form of hair coating her fingers and palms. From there she just had to jimmy her way far up enough to reach that opening, kick it open, and climb out.

... Kicking it open took a bit longer than she had expected. Turns out it had been welded shut in a few select spots, so she needed to put quite a bit of force into it before the metal started to give way.

By the time she was finally able to pull herself out onto the slanted roof she was cursing and the heat from inside was building to pretty intense degrees.

Smoke had begun to roll out from the cracks in various places, and where there happened to be openings great plume drifted toward the sky. They would only have so much time before someone else took notice and authorities were called.

After getting her feet under her, she latched onto her bag with one hand and took off at a careful sprint toward the edge of the building facing the water. It would be a decent jump, but she was confident she would be able to make it across the short road on one side and into the waiting waters below that.

A splash off to the side of the building was shortly followed by the activity inside the building suddenly spiking as the flames encountered other flammable objects inside. Those who had still been alive and had yet to flee had little hope of making it out alive by that point.

Megan made a reappearance off to the side as she pulled herself from water, thoroughly soaked but thankfully not singed. As soon as she had her footing she headed for Saph in a hurry.

"Let's get out of here."

Damn, he felt good!

He was grinning under his mask as she emerged from the building and suggested they leave. He turned to follow the soaked woman, keeping an eye out for any tails or anything like that.

"We did a lot of damage today... Roach is gonna feel this." The Masochist seemed almost giddy as he walked after her. "What's the plan, now? We should go over what our next steps'll be."

It wasn't like he had anything else planned. Elke was mega grounded, and Shelby was... busy again. He didn't mind; so far Megan had been making the marks for this little side project of theirs, but he had an idea.

Not too long after, they were at another of Megan's safe houses; a small, cramped apartment that definitely wasn't up to code. He Lounged back. Apparently she wasn't a huge fan of being soaked, so she disappeared into a room, and he was sitting in the kitchen livingroom combo sorta thing.

"All that M... Musta been a couple hundred thousand dollars worth on the table I soaked alone!" He spoke loud enough for her to hear through the door.

"All that M... Musta been a couple hundred thousand dollars worth on the table I soaked alone!"

He was correct. She hated being soaked. She'd vanished long enough to switch into loose pants and a tank top, and was fluffing her hair dry with a towel as she emerged. He was splayed across the couch that had come with the apartment, which she perched herself on a moment later.

"Yeah... and most of the tools went up with it. Will probably cost more to replace everything and get it back up and running than will really be worth it in the end."

Plus, with those kids... She couldn't be absolutely sure, but she had a hunch that there might have been things going on there under Roach's nose. He usually didn't dabble in the likes of that.

"Thanks for trusting me on the kid thing. Really wouldn't have been able to pull it off as well as you did." She'd stressed on the way out that she had wanted to make sure that the kids had gotten somewhere safe. It had meant that she needed to linger in the area long enough to find them, but in the end, she'd gotten her answer. A few blocks away the oldest had flagged down a passing cop and told them the whole story, and when combined with the rising smoke in the distance had left plenty of room for belief.

She would probably check in on them again in a few days if she could... if only to make herself feel better.

"How much to you think it will cripple M distribution in this area?" She was honestly curious. He had a better grasp on things like that, considering his day job. She let her towel hang around her neck and looked at him.

The clothes he'd picked out were better than that first outfit he'd shown up in, but still not the same quality as his Judge suit had been. She could spot a few rips or tears from where she was sitting.

"You want me to fix that for you? For old times sake?" She pointed out the issues, and moved to stand. She had a sewing kit in the kitchen, and kinda left like a drink would be nice.

"...Want a drink, too?"