Uhg. Daylight was stupid. Sara blinked against the glare of the sun. Holding up one clawed hand up, Sara used it to block the sun from her face. The city was buzzing, and like the sun, it was overwhelming and starting to give Sara a headache.

Sara leaned against a rod iron gate that circled around one of her property. She tugged the brim of her hat lower over her eyes. Her hair falling loosely over and around her shoulders to take the place of the hood that she normally used. Her tail twitching behind her heals

She’d been checking her lands regularly after a series of incidents had happened involving human trafficking. The incidents brought her storage business to a stop, but most of her buildings still stood. Sam hadn’t had time to help her take down all of them yet. Sara still wasn’t sure what she was going to do with her lands, but one thing was clear. Something had to change.

And just as Sara was about to move away from this building and onto the next, the shine of hubcaps on the opposite side of the building caught her attention. It set Sara in motion. Headed straight for the corner of the building where she could look around. The car was old. Nothing pricy. Just a grey Jeep. Ok. So this was different from the problems that she’d had before. Probably just some kids fooling around she thought to herself. Still. “Hey.” She called out to the area. Her nostrils flaring as she took in an odd smell. “This is private property.” Sara warned.

Kyle was having a wonderful day.

For once, that was not a sarcastic thought. There were days when some things went right, couple with some things went wrong. Those were your average, normal days that things were neither too bad nor too great. There were days were either everything went wrong or there was more bad then good. Flat tire. Late for work. Dropped your coffee and so on and so on. Kyle had been having a few of those lately, even since the Zodiac's had gone to ground.

But today, oh, everything was going swimmingly. Nothing had gone wrong with it so far, not even the idiots in the jeep who were fleeing a crime scene, the cops caught by traffic and the driver's skill. Kyle, who'd been driving along when the incident had happened, had taken up the chase, able to follow the vehicle easily on his bike and without drawing too much attention.

They had taken refugee in this old, fenced off building, blowing through a gate that buckled before them. There were four of them, all armed with pistols, one with an Uzi as well. They thought they were in the clear, there to pick up a new vehicle to disappear with the loot they'd gotten. No sirens nearby, no sign of any cops. They let they're guard lack as they entered the place, laughing off what they had just run from.

It took Kyle five minutes to deal with the lot of them without a single shot being fired. Well...at least from their guns.

Which is what would meet Sara as Kyle sent one of them flying through a half-crumbled wall, the man rolling to a stop next to the jeep, out like a light. Another followed him, crashing into the windshield of the jeep with a thud, slumping off next to his buddy. A moment later, Kyle followed, dragging another one and dumping him on the ground as well, in his outfit now. He casually turned his head to Sara at her voice, lifting an eyebrow on his armored head.

"Oh. Hello there. Pardon me Sara, I'll remove the trespassers right away."

Sara rounded the corner of her building jumping when someone went flying through the brick of it. Her arms up defensively and she was on her toes at first thinking it was an attack meant for her but the young man was unconscious. Another followed and it didn't take her long to recognize the tangy scent of blood. "Huhh." There was also another smell that Sara knew... Sort of.

"Oh. Hello there. Pardon me Sara, I'll remove the trespassers right away."

She knew that voice and her nostrils flared again as he came out of her building dragging a third unconscious body. The outfit took her by surprise. "Kyle?" She dropped the defensive pose to settle for crossing her arms and leaning up against the wall of her building. She breathed his scent in deep when the wind changed more in her favor. Even when it mingled with the three other men she confirmed it. "Still taking on fights in playgrounds I see. They didn't give you too much trouble did they?"

"Don't bother moving them. I'll have someone else do it." Sara said as her eyes lingered on the fence that they'd taken down to get inside. God she hated the cops but there were certain things she was expected to do to cooperate with them now that she was a... Xmen Member... Moving evidence or criminals wasn't one of them. "Before I make my calls, could you fill me in on what's going on?"

If Sara's presence at the site bothered him, Kyle showed no signs of it as he dumped the third man besides his comrades. Each of them was alive, although when a few of them woke up, they were going to wish they weren't. The one he'd just dropped, for example, had both arms broken. The man had tried putting his gun into Kyle's chest, after all and he couldn't let that stand. So he'd broken his arm. The man had tried foolishly after that to swing below the belt. So Kyle had broken the other one.

The other two had been hit hard with his energy blasts, as proven from the smoking black holes in their clothes. They'd be brusied pretty bad. And their fellows instead were currently sleeping off having their heads smashed together. Kyle had left them alive, sure...but he'd taken them all out without mercy regardless.

Snorting at her words, he shrugged absently before turning back to the building with the intention of dragging the other two out. At her request, he motioned with a hand for her to follow as he spoke. "Please. I'd get a better fight out of kids on a real playground then these gnats."

Entering where he'd made a hole in the wall with one of the men, Kyle let his eyes scan the place for where he'd left the fallen men, their weapons blasted far away to prevent them from doing anything even if they did manage to get to their feet. Nope...they were still were he'd left them. Meandering over to the nearest, he grabbed the man by his ankle and started dragging him back out.

"Well, at least I'm gonna move them all together. I prefer to keep idiots in sight. Besides, I'm used to throwing out the trash. The cops will be looking for these guys anyway."

Long story short, these guys robbed a jeweler and thought it was a good idea to shoot him and a few of his patrons. One was badly hurt but will pull through, the others had minor injuries. Cops got caught up trying to run them down so I caught them instead.

I should probably be gone before they get here though. They don't like the odd mutant doing their work for them. What brings you here, by the way? Quite the random spot for a chance meeting."

Sara's eyes lingered on the fallen men that were outside the building. The one with the broken arms but also the one with the smoking shirt. That certainly explained the smell. Her nose wrinkled. She'd been hit with Kyle's mutation before and she had some pity for the men, though she did her best not to show it on the outside. She liked to get all of her information before she starting thinking too irrationally.

Kyle motioned for her to follow him into her warehouse and she did so. Hesitating at the damaged hole in the building's wall. She'd known that the building would have to come down because of it's weakened foundation, but perhaps she needed to move her schedule for that along. Still trailing a few feet behind Kyle, she stepped to the side when he went to move the next goon.

"Please. I'd get a better fight out of kids on a real playground then these gnats."

The corner of Sara's mouth twitched. "I could act like a kid sometimes." The statement and expression on her face might not have been right for the timing, but she didn't care and without play, Sara wasn't sure that she could get through her day. It was an invite... for another time perhaps.

Sara waited as Kyle gave his explanation. All sympathy that she might have had for the downed men went out the window. She'd been a thief herself, but she'd never got to that extreme to get away from someone. "I only intend on calling in their location and making sure that they will still be here. Officially, I'm supposed to help the police. Unofficially, I hate dealing with them." Sara said. Her cell phone was in her hand with her x-men communicator and she silently debated witch method would suit her better.

Her tail twitched and her ear flicked against the underside of her hat. "I own this property." Sara said as a form of answer with a shrug. "I've had a problem with my properties being used in Trafficking goods because of a storage business I was running. Now I'm just trying to make sure history doesn't repeat it's self." Sara sighed looking around the inside of the building. "I still want to turn this place into something but I'm not sure what."

The hidden suggestion in Sara's words did not go unnoticed as Kyle dragged the one man to his partner, reaching down and grabbing him by the ankle as well. The man groaned in his sleep, his ankle having been twisted pretty badly when Kyle had took him down. The pain wasn't enough to wake him and for Kyle, dragging two pieces of dead weight towards the exit was an easy task. HIs power and all the time he spent in the gym and training room took care of that.

His mouth titled up at a corner beneath his mask just a little at the unspoken challenge, an expression that she would not be able to see. The tone of his voice when he spoke next suggested that he was indifferent too...but there was a little bit of acknowlegement there. "Well maybe you need to play with a few more grown up's to learn how to not be a kid."

The men he was dragging thumped against the shattered edges of the wall as he went back outside, dropping them in dead heaps next to their comrades, turning to face Sara as she emerged from the hole herself, listening to her discuss the plan of attack for getting them arrested. Kyle doubted, after his treatment of them, that they would be in any condition to do more than groan and moan for help but he'd seen people commit terrible crimes in worse condition. He wasn't going to stick around for the police or Mansion folk either though. Sara offering to do that took a weight from his shoulders to choose...but for good measure, he kicked the groaning man so that he went silent.

"Properties? I didn't know you were so weathly." The tidbit about trafficking got his attention though, his eyes flaring up briefly at the word. Trafficking was still one of the major problems in the city...in the drugs, the weapons, the illegal under the radar stuff...and in people. Just last week, Kyle had encountered a group trying to kidnap young girls to sell to the highest bidder. He never did find where they were based, although they preferred building likely to be destroyed soon, so that no evidence would be left. Other groups worked with them, using the place for drugs as well.

Folding his arms across his chest, Kyle casually decided to drop a suggestion. "So...are there any other properties you planned on checking out? Maybe I could help with that...who knows, we might find something that needs to be dealt with." The hint was there, hidden calmly in his words...and in the tone of voice he used for the final words. "Immediately."

"Adults. Hmmm?" Sara pretended to muse. "You wouldn't happen to know any would you?" She did nothing to hide the play in her voice. Life was too short.

Sara continued to carefully watch Kyle. She didn't wince when he kicked the fallen man who was already out, but after wards. It wasn't like they weren't already injured, just the cops looked down on that stuff. Perhaps she should alert Doc Prof too and inform him to stand by assuming he'd get called in to do the healing on the men before they were carted off to booking. Decision made, she opted to use her cell phone, and slipped her communicator back into an inner pocket of her vest.

"Properties? I didn't know you were so wealthy."

"Not really." Sara pushed some stray hairs behind her ear and out of her eyes. "I own 6 other places. All of them were bought from the bank... Sort of..." Sara said with a shrug. Not really wanting to get into things. "They served me well for my storage business when I was running it, but now." Sara shrugged. She really didn't know what she was going to do now. Aiding criminals in their storage needs wasn't going to happen again, but becoming a greeter at Walmart wasn't exactly something Sara saw herself ever aspiring to. "You're welcomed to tag along. Looks like it's clear here... Other than them." Sara said as she dialed in the number for the police with her thumb.

With that, She took off on foot for the broken gate. Hopping over it as she started talking to the police and expecting Kyle to follow. Her movement fast enough to blend with what traffic there would be on the next road.

Again, Kyle's face showed little beyond his mask at Were's little quip...but the tilt of his mouth did go up again. "I might know a few. Maybe if you're nice, I'll introduce you to them."

He remained silent as she explained that she didn't simply just own one property, but six of them. It was a surprise to learn that the woman who'd challenged him before was such an entrepurner but then, Kyle only knew a few select people extremely well. Most just fell into the catergory of associates, one's he came across only when need arose or sparingly. He made a mental note of it for future reference; you never knew what information could be useful in the future.

As Sara suddenly took off, Kyle shrugged and followed after her. Having backup for a situation like this, if they did indeed come across what he suspected, would be to his advantage. He gave one last glance to the men laying in heaps by their vehicle before putting them out of his mind. He could already hear the sirens getting closer and Sara would put the police there soon enough.

"Guess that's a yes." Kyle went straight to his bike as he exited the gate, which he'd left there when he arrived. It was but the work of a moment to start it up and take off after Sara, keeping pace with her before asking "Care for a ride?"

Sara smirked again as she noticed that Kyle didn't call himself an adult. Just that he could introduce her to one. Nice. It seemed he could be just as childish as she could. Wasn't really news to her but oh well.

He'd caught up to her a few blocks down the road. She'd finished her phone call with the police on the run and was just sliding her thumb across the screen of her phone to disconnect. They had wanted more information but she wasn't that comfortable dealing with them. Not yet. Baby steps.

Kyle pulled up on his bike next to her and she glanced sideways at it as she ran. There was a reason why she didn't normally ride on a motorcycle. "Just be careful of my tail." Sara said eyeing the back wheel. "Keep it steady." She said as she leaned closer. One hand settled on the seat behind Kyle and careful not to push the bike sideways, but push down and balanced, she moved her weight over it, and swung her leg over it. Settling in the seat behind Kyle where she could give him directions just behind his ear. Her other hand reached around her back side to pull her tail around her waist where it couldn't get tangled in the back where of the bike.

Rather then have her attempt to get on a moving vehicle, an idea that was extremely stupid while on a motorcycle, Kyle pulled his bike up to the nearest opening, idling it there and bracing it with his foot while he waited for Sara to join him.

He saw the hesitation in her eyes and body as she looked to the bike and after a moment, he clued in as to why. Or rather, she clued him in by mentioning her tail.His eyes tracked to the extra body part, then glanced back to where his rear wheel was resting. Yes, that would be a rather painful experience for her if his tire were to catch it. It would be painful for him as well; her tail would no doubt jam the wheel up and send them both sprawling.

He nodded in understanding and gave the bike a little rev up before adjusting as she crawled in behind him. Kyle wasn't used to having a passenger per say but it wasn't his first time sharing his ride. He adjusted his own stance to accomadate for her and waited till she had tied up her tail and wrapped an arm around him for support before pushing off the ground and driving back out into traffic.

"Alright...point out the way." From there, Kyle listened to and followed Sara's instructions to a tee as she guided him to the second, third and fourth of her storage units without incident, finding them cold and quiet as most places not in use were.

By the time they reached the fifth unit, dusk had all but fallen, the last wisps of sunlight sneaking past the skyscrapers in the distance, casting shadows everywhere. Like the other properties, Kyle had parked his bike a block or so away where it would be out of sight and they could approach the structure quietly, just in case there was any surprises waiting for them. Glancing to the dark building in the distance, Kyle waited till Sara had joined him before narrowing his eyes.

"Someone's in there. Its faint but I can see lights inside moving about. You don't have any ex-employees that might be wandering about, do you?"