Oh that was cute. Sara thought to herself. Pauly boy thought that he was fast when he dashed behind Sara. Hooking his free arm around her waist. Sara's empty hand already raised with her hand around his knife hand as he held the blade to her throat. Paul spun them around so that they were facing Linely and Sara's amber eyes glared at him. She wasn't happy but Paul had sealed the deal for her. She would make him think twice before approaching any other woman again and that thought brought an ugly grin to her face.

"I tell you how it's going to go Kitty Cat Catherine,

Sara's hand over Paul's hand that held the knife to her throat tightened though Paul might have thought that he was still in control seeing as he wasn't running while he had a chance. Sara wasn't exactly fond of anyone referring to her feline mutation and at this moment it was obviously a sore spot.

your associate is going to leave us here, you're going to drop that bag of "M" and you're going to give me what I want..."

"Oh that's cute. You don't want my associate to leave. His need for your services and your information will keep you alive." OK. So Sara might have been bluffing a little but if he felt like he could treat her like this so confidently, it was likely that he had done it before and she was going to make him pay. The bag of 'M' was dropped and forgotten on the pavement.

She felt the hand holding the knife to her throat try to pull back into her and her hand tightened around it. Sara's mutation provided her with more strength than it looked like she had and while Paul looked as fit as thugs can look, Sara was stronger. Her claws sank into his hand and pushed forward then down snapping it down over her other arm. Paul's knife dropped down to the ground following a sickening crunch. Paul fell forward against her back yelling against her pinned right ear and making it ring. The back of Sara's head snapped back into Paul's face making his nose bleed. She then spun ramming her elbow into the ribs completely knocking the wind out of him. It all happening as fast as someone could say one two three.

Paul was stumbling back and Sara was still on the attack. She grabbed him by the neck and her feet practically flew across the pavement as she aimed to slam Paul spine first into the trunk of a thick tree. "Thomas." Sara called over her shoulder at Linely. Her hand pressing Paul back first into a tree by his throat raised and pressed against his throat harder. "I get the distinct feeling that when I talk Pauly boy here is distracted. Perhaps you should try asking the questions. He might be smarter with his responses." Paul was starting to change new and interesting colors as Sara held his throat. His good arm trying to pull at her grip and she thought about breaking that arm too before she released him and dropped him to the ground. "Of course if he doesn't start making smarter responses, I might start removing.... things... from his person."

She was glaring at Linely now, and Linely totally understood what had to be done, this guy was a creep, and deserved to be stopped as quickly as possible, he was surprised to see Were originally follow Paul's instructions, but had no qualms with her doing what she needed to do to get out of this.

Linely watched as Were knocked the seven bells out of Paul without so much as breaking a sweat. It was almost beautiful in the execution, the speed, strength and grace of the cat mutant working in perfect tandem with each other to pulverise the man. He was spluttering for air by one of the many trees. Now it was Were's turn to give some orders.

>> "Thomas... you should try asking the questions. He might be smarter with his responses"

"With pleasure Catherine, I'd be more than happy to". He spoke extremely coldly, as if all compassion in him had gone. Linely approached Paul with utter contempt in his mind. "Tell me Paul, how much pain do you think you can go through before you tell me what I want to know?" This was damn near psychotic levels of high pitched, but Linely fully intended to see this through.

"Tell me what information you have, and I'll think about letting you live." Linely let his nerves reach out to Paul's , as he gradually started to force his muscles to undergo previous pains, and boy had this guy been through a lot. Every inch of Linely's skin felt like it was getting a slight pin-prick as he began lashing out with his mutation. Paul began writhing grotesquely as Linely persisted.

"OK, I work with Judgement Day, they are coming with their really big guns, the four horsemen. That's all I know, I swear." Linely smiled, and stopped using his power. "Catherine, I don't think there is any need to remove bits of him. This is useful enough information." Now was time to arrest him, as he wouldn't know that it was Linely that was using his power, and Were had been acting in self defence, there would be little issue with the paperwork.

Finally Sara had gotten Paul off of her. And it was satisfying in a sickening way. She stepped out of the way when Linely spoke up on his own threat and she thought that something more visual and physical would happen. Instead she saw nothing too out of the ordinary but Paul was obviously reacting to pain. Pain that She hadn't caused him. One furry eye brow raised in Linely's direction. She probably should have read the file that Sam had sent her more than she had...

"Catherine, I don't think there is any need to remove bits of him. This is useful enough information."

"Awwww Thomas. You're no fun." Sara said. It was meant to joke even though now wasn't a joking time and it came out dry. "Let me help you up Pauly boy." Sara said reaching down for his good arm then last minute taking him by the back of the shirt making sure that he could feel the tips of her claws near the back of his neck. If Paul wanted to protest she could always break his other arm or something else. "Does that mean that you're done with him?" Sara asked Linely.

>> "Aww Thomas you're no fun"

"Well Catherine, feel free to do what you want with him now he's given the information, but it will be for pleasure, not for practical reasons, you know how I hate unecessary bloodshed." Linely knew he was sounding like a bad guy here, Linely didn't care. It was actually quite fun being able to play the villain occasionally. He carefully left Paul in his position next to the tree and let Were pick him up... awkwardly.

>> "Does that mean you're done with him?"

"I'm nearly done" Linely decided to put Pauly boy out of his misery, a simple recall of severe pain was enough to knock most people out, and Linely had no qualms using his mutation once more to do that. "What the **** are you going to do, what the-" Paul's cry was cut off with him suddenly going limp, half collapsing onto Were. Linely knew he was still breathing, at least that wasn't an issue.

"Now we can talk with a little more privacy Were, I suggest that he wakes up in a jail cell, charged with drug dealing. What we've just done is strictly off the record police-wise, though you might have to be more candid with Sam." He spoke seriously, methodically. "And considering Pauly boy was working with Judgement Day, we have far worse to deal with than a creepy "M" dealer."

Linely knocked Paul out without even moving and inch and even though Sara caught the stinky 'M' Dealer at first, she was quick to let him slump to the ground. Using his good arm to slide through her hand till his body still came to rest. He was breathing and Sara could hear his heart beating so there was no danger of him dying on them so long as she made sure that his face didn't come to rest in a puddle left from the bad weather.


She sighed when Linely made im suggestion of what they were going to do with Paul. She knew that he was jail bound from the beginning and since he just tried to do something stupid with her, she didn't have any qualms with his arrest. The information that he had given herself and Linely was what she regretted hearing. "Damn." She sighed again. How in the world did she even manage to get herself into these situations? Ok. So instead of asking herself all sorts of all sorts of internal questions, she needed some answers from Linely.

"OK. So I know what Judgement day is in the biblical sense but I didn't have time to do all of my own reading and research before meeting you out here. So what is this Judgement day?" Sara asked. Her arms crossed to keep from fidgeting. She chose to fill the moment that she had with retrieving the little bag of 'M' before someone could come in to grab it. They were in known druggy territory after all. The knife was left on the ground, and Sara stared at it as she continued to talk. Not sure if she was allowed to pick that one up as well. Another reason why she hated working with the police. They had so muck protocol. "How did you find out about Judgement day? And what more are you going to need from me?"

>> "What is this Judgement Day?"

"Nihilistic death cult, wants to see the world burn, non-mutants first, then all humans. They don't much like the idea of Utopia if some of the graffiti we've found near to the biblical themed murders they've committed in other states is to be believed." Linely was giving the information as succinctly as possible, so as to spare Were with the gory details. She was wise to pick up the bag of "M", otherwise there could have been trouble.

"They Major in brutal murders, and minor in "M" trafficking from what we can gather, have a particular disdain for Ragnorok." Wrong apocalypse and too positive about mutants he guessed was their logic. "I found out about them coming here where one of their mules ended up causing all kinds of mayhem at an airport...that's where I met Sam. We'd known that they'd been in other areas, and were told to watch out for the Judgement Day tattoo, you'll likely find it on the back of his neck." That was always a telltale sign. " The first reported murder was an upside down crucifixion, and then it got progressively more depraved with each murder."He ended the explanation there.

"Needless to say, if their senior people are coming here, NYC is going to have a lot to deal with, and the X-Men need to be vigilant. NYPD need your help, now more than ever." He'd monologued enough. "Do you have any more questions?" He asked as he carefully handcuffed Paul, just in case.

Linely's speech had everything rapped up in a tight little package. He'd not only answered her questions but he also finished with a feeling of a leering we want you poster and Sara could picture uncle Sam's eyes staring right into hers as Linely went on.

"Do you have any more questions?"


Sara crossed her arms and instead of looking at Linely she chose to look at Paul. Collapsed in a heap on the ground and now handcuffed. "Where do we go next?" What was she supposed to say? No? There wasn't a lot that Sara held dear to her but what she found that she did hold dear was in New York City. She Had long since learned that standing on the side lines did nothing so instead, if this was really a dangerous as Linely made it sound, Sara would be on the front lines.

>> "Where do we go next?"

"I think we go back to our respective groups and prepare ourselves for our day of Judgement. We do not know who the senior people are, but rest assured we know they are coming." Linely spoke with as much authority as he could muster.

"Did you get anything else from Paul?" Linely had to ask this question. She was in close proximity to him, and that could have meant she got something from his pockets. Linely hadn't seen it of course, but he was clever enough to know that someone of her unique abilities wouldn't have spent all her time in the X-Men.

Judgement day were coming soon, and Linely held many things dear in NYC, one thing was for sure, these guys wouldn't stop at just the USA. He thought of his loving family in the UK, he thought of... no, no more of that. He shuddered the memory off his surface thoughts and waited for Were's response.

Wasn't sure really what to think yet. Was this what it was really like to be on a team? She was still learning, and the more that she learned what it was like to be on a team the more she couldn't help but recognize that anyone whom tried to keep the peace in this city was in deed crazy. Now she could easily add herself to that list.

"Did you get anything else from Paul?"


The corner of Sara's mouth turned up into a slight, sly, smile. She hadn't spent years picking pockets for her living not to recognize the slightest of opportunities. And it was for a good cause this time. "I did manage to pick his pocket." She fished the papers out of her back pocket and handed them to Linely without opening it or reading it herself. Instead she trusted that the cop in charge would keep her informed though on that thought, she figured that would also be a test. Opening up wasn't easy for Sara. "Though now that's he's been knocked out, I guess I didn't have to get that close to him a moment ago."

As the note had been held out to Linely, Sara knelt next to Paul and started rummaging through his pockets tossing anything that she might have found on the damp grass unless it was a paper. The first couple of pockets held pocket change, and a cell phone.

The note was written in a red ink, very poorly written indeed. It simply said-"Rev: 22:20" , bible verse, why was he not surprised? The phone would likely be a burn off, untraceable, and the rest of it he supposed Were would be able to keep if she wanted. This wasn't after all exactly by the book.

"Rev 22:20", Linely said, "He who testifies to these things says yes, I am coming soon". Linely was sickened by the use of his holy text as some kind of cipher, the sooner these maniacs were dealt with, the better. He looked at the phone "Untracable burnout" he said after pressing a few of the buttons. "He's smarter than I gave him credit for."

"We'll part ways here I think Were, be on your guard. These people do have some eyes." He spoke very clearly. He was glad to have someone such as Were on side, as this would be strictly off the record. 

Off record. Sara didn't mind that. She hated records and when put to use, in her opinion, mostly only bad things could come from them. Why was humanity so fascinated with holding records of the past? Why couldn't they just live in the present? The feat wasn't easy to do but the more Sara learned how to live in the present, the happier she was becoming.

Sara tugged Paul's pockets inside out. With nothing more left on her person that she found of any interest she checked his shoes. Only finding a second knife strapped to his ankle. He'd never had a chance to grab it before and he'd never have a chance to grab it again as far as she was concerned as she unfassined the strap around his ankle and tucked the entire thing in her own pocket as a sort of trophy.

Ornate markings on the leather shieth showing briefly in the damp lamp light before she stuffed it away. into one of her own misleadingly deep pockets. "That's it for now then." She said straightening and dusting her paw like hands off on her cloths even though they weren't really dirty. touching a scumbag like Paul only made them seem so.

"I'll make sure someone gets you my number." Sara eyed Paul. Not quite wanting to leave LInely alone with him even if he was unconscious and that made her hesitate.

Linely mentally noted as Were took a knife from underneath Paul's trouser leg, a few ornate markings, not really surprising, these types always liked to think they were more sophisticated than they were, he chose not to say anything about this, better that an ally of the police force was armed than some street criminal.

>>"That's it now for then"
"Until we get more information, yes. But Judgement Day aren't going to be particularly patient if this bible quote is anything to go by." Linely hoped it would be cut and dry, but given how nasty these individuals were, he doubted it.

>> "I'll make sure someone gets you my number"

"Sure, please do, the X Men have the MRC's number, just ask for PD Linely and I'll make sure to note it down." He saw Were hesitate. "What's up?" Linely spoke with a degree of concern, Paul was unconscious, but he knew better than to simply disregard a odd look from any of the X-Men.