Saph tilted his head as he heard a low whistle, but quickly discovered what it was all about. Brilliant. The three cloned charged from all directions. The one that got there the quickest was sent sliding back on her bottom by a palm to the gut, and the second with a boot to the chest.

The third managed to grab his hand, and tried to force it behind his back, but he spun and flung her end over end at the first, who had recovered and was after him again. They were relentless.

The second one was up again, and flinging herself at his legs to tangle herself up in them. He growled and went to bat her away, but the first was already launching herself at him too. Saph stopped her with a palm to the face, but got a little tripped up by number two. He pulled himself away, but number three was there, sliding in to kick at his ankle.

Carefully, he sidestepped her, and threw the first one down in to her. He was managing this, but it looked like one could easily add barely onto the end of that statement.

The second one latched onto his boot again, and he struggled for a moment to try and get her off.

She waited for just the right opportunity, when a clone distracted him enough that a clear shot could open up and then she let the shot go. Immediately after that she created another, shot that one, and then another in rapid succession.

A moment after she sent the last arrow flying toward him, she tossed the bow to the side and joined the fray herself, circling around slightly to an open side. The three other clones were so far doing a fairly good job at keeping him tangled up, but she also knew it was a very precarious situation.

She figured that if she could jump in at just the right time, get her legs around his waist and one arm around his neck from behind, she might be able to lock in a choke hold. One he couldn't easily throw her out of.

As it was mentioned before, Saphirus had this handled. Sorta. He was kicking, throwing, pushing, and otherwise harassing and fending off the three clones without hitting them hard enough to kill, but they kept coming, and they were pretty strong for their size. One jumped and clung to his arm, trying to move her legs across his body to put him in a standing arm bar, but he saw it coming, and spun, flinging her off at another. His back was turned to real Elke during this, and she fired again; he had no recourse other than his reflex absorption, so he let it kick in, stopping the arrow in mid flight.

They attacked again, and a similar thing happened, draining him of his last absorption; he'd never been able to go past three.

A final shot came in, but he'd been paying close attention; as she released he pointed at her, and caught the arrow in flight with his redirect, aiming it off to the side, where it hit a clone in the bottom; the doppelganger yelped loudly, bringing a grin to his face.

Unfortunately, he also got tunnel vision when he did that little trick; three of them were on him like white on rice, and he nearly went down, with Real Elke on his back after a krav maga jump.

With all of them on him,. he struggled not to let her get the choke locked in. He came up with a creative solution, rolling forward to fling off one grabbing his arm, and land heavily on RealElke. He would then grab at her arm and try to extract her, aiming to climb to his feet while flinging her off to the side.

He'd managed to stop all of the arrows, quite easily in fact. Or at least it appeared that way from the outside. But when she entered the action herself she started to feel like she was slowly turning the fight in her favor. All she needed to do was get the choke locked in and let the rest fall into place after that.

...but, like always, he thought of a way to try and throw her for a loop. With a neat little flip he had one of her clones dislodged, and had turned the tides on her again. The air in her lungs whooshed out in one fluid puff as his full weight slammed into her, and she was left with that horrible can't-catch-your-breath feeling burning in her chest. Thankfully, she wasn't one to give up on things easily, and as best she could she doubled her efforts. His freed arm moved to try and break her grip as she tried to maintain it and get it locked in.

Normally she would have been able get a command out; have them all double their efforts to act as distractions for her.. but, due to him having knocked the wind out of her she couldn't get herself in order enough to let out another whistle. At the same time, she could feel what little strength she had left being drained at an alarming rate. Even with the various physical training activities she had been implementing of late, he still had the upper hand on her in most areas. She wasn't exactly sure how much longer she would be able to keep this up without resorting to desperate, underhanded measures.

He won that day.

But in doing so, he showed her that it wasn't a hopeless fight. At some points it really could have gone either way. It was another day, now.

She would be in the danger room, among the sprawl of down town NYC. Saphirus' voice would speak into her ear.

"That's him, in the red. Look around you, Tikea. How many people are following him? Are they his friends, or his enemies? Take in as many details as you can. They can help you later."

He sounded focused; similar to how he was when he'd once acted as the Judge, though without the edge to his voice. The man in question looked somewhat nervous from a distance. The streets were crowded; many people were moving about, and lots of them were walking in the same direction he was. He didn't seem to look back, but at least a few people were looking at him.

He looked like he was trying to awkwardly fit into a gangster music video, her mark. He wore a red hoodie, a long golden chain, pants sagging, white as wonderbread, greying hair, well groomed hair.

"Remember, find the right time to confront him. You need him alive to talk."

"That's him, in the red. Look around you, Tikea. How many people are following him? Are they his friends, or his enemies? Take in as many details as you can. They can help you later."

She pulled a face and stuffed her hands further into the pockets of her zip up coat. "Knock it off with the code name @#$%, dude..." He'd been calling her that all day. Said something about how if she was going to be a hero she needed to have a 'code name' and had done a fair amount of research to find an appropriate one for her. The only probably was that she totally didn't share his enthusiasm, and didn't know if she wanted the same guy who called himself the 'masochist' to bequeath a nickname on her.

She focused on her target again without further comment, though. It wouldn't do for her to look like she was chatting with herself while stalking some guy. Thankfully, not many people were paying attention to her. She was dressed normally on the surface... a plain coat, sweats, and boots. She didn't have her bow with her, and the headphones on her head helped to cover the fact that there was a little mic in one ear.

She wouldn't have noticed the guy she was following out in the real world on a normal day. A lot of people moved around like him, nervous for whatever reason or just out of his mind.

"Remember, find the right time to confront him. You need him alive to talk."

She didn't reply, or outwardly react to that statement. She didn't need to. Instead she spent the time mentally jotting down details of her mark and the scene before her.

He was older... probably mid 40's or so. His clothes were baggy, but she took careful note of how there seemed to be extra bagginess around the pockets of his pants, and possibly on his left side around his hip.

As for the people around him, there were only two that stood out. One was following a bit behind him, easily matching the mans pace. He was younger, probably in his thirties, and was dressed plainly. Loose jeans and a button up shirt. He looked relaxed, calmly strolling along. The second figure she'd noticed was across the street, moving at relatively the same pace as the two other men. She was a middle aged woman, dressed in dark clothes with a black baseball cap on her head. She had on a thicker coat than most, and had her hands tucked in the pockets. While she didn't turn and look directly at the man in red, Elke had noticed that she seemed to keep pace with him no matter what was going on on the other side of the street.

"...There are two people following him." She muttered, pulling her music player from her pocket to fiddle with it. It wasn't playing anything... but it made it look like it was to outside eyes. "I think one is a U.C.C... and one is associated with him somehow."

If, in the simulation, the cops were actively looking to pick him up, she wondered if the other guy trailing behind her target was perhaps looking to take him out of the picture before that could happen. A potential snitch, perhaps? It would explain why she would need to try and get him alone for a 'talk'. How she was supposed to do that with other people following the guy too.

Saph visibly sounded bummed on the other side of the line. "Aww man... I was hoping you'd like that one. Even did some research! @#$% back to the drawing board I guess."

He watched her observe the scene; her instincts were improving. In the first exercise they'd done she'd picked the wrong target, and ambushed an old lady. It was hilarious, but terrible. This was going much better than that. Still.

"You got two of them, but look at the windows as you pass them. Anything off?" Sure enough, if one were to look at the less than perfect reflections of the people walking down the streets closely, they would see another figure walking in them that wasn't visible on the street itself.

"In this job, you have to keep an eye out for things that ain't natural. Never forget that; it could save your life. Now, find a way to distract his tails so you can have him to yourself. I'm sure you can handle it." They were coming to a busy intersection, where the man stopped and waited impatiently, looking around suspiciously as he waited for the light to change. The other tails found a reason to stop a fair distance away.

She glanced at the windows when indicated and scrunched her nose. A freakin' invisible man? What kinda shenanigans was this dude up to, anyway? "Yeah yeah."

That brought her problem count up to three. Three people she had to lose, or get out of the way before she could get to her mark. The teen scowled. This was starting to feel like homework.

"In this job, you have to keep an eye out for things that ain't natural. Never forget that; it could save your life. Now, find a way to distract his tails so you can have him to yourself. I'm sure you can handle it."

With a huff, she started to contemplate just how to do that. She could cause a scene... draw the attention of the crowd... but, while that might temporarily earn attention from the pursuers, it would also earn attention from her mark. She wasn't sure if that would be an effective way to handle the situation. Casually, she stepped out of foot traffic for a moment so she could create three duplicates off to the side and out of the line of sight of her targets. The little off-to-the-side alley she'd stepped into cut around behind the building, and out to a connecting side walk. She rushed some instructions to her clones, pretty much flying by the seat of her pants with a thrown together plan.

One was going to go for the closest visible man, while another was going to figure out where the invisible dude was based on his reflection. The last one was going to follow her, so that if the woman across the street made a break for her target she could act as a distraction.

With her instructions handed out, she broke off with one twin while the others moved back out onto the sidewalk to wait for her signal. Elke moved through the alley quickly, hopping a fence intended to keep people out with ease, and soon she was out on the joining sidewalk with her target back in sight. Before the light changed, even!

With a shrill whistle, her clones broke into action as she moved for the jumpy looking gangster wanna be. He was taller than he, but thin. Couldn't weigh more than 140lbs max, from the look of him. She intended on slipping up beside him, and using using the blade tucked in her pocket to convince him to calmly walk off somewhere with her. If he made a fuss she'd just punch him in the throat and physically carry him.

Her plan wasn't a terrible one; distract the targets individually while causing the least bit of a scene possible. Saph likely would have made something much bigger happen; that might just have been his explosive personality talking.

The only problem was that she made a couple bad calls judgment wise. First, the UCC was very well trained; she saw the clone coming, and it was on it's ass in half a second. Second, the invisible man wasn't invisible. He was IN the mirror. Saph'd kinda stolen that one from Mirror, actually.

The thug following the mark stumbled as a clone latched onto him, the mirror man blinked as the clone that went after him jumped at a spot on the sidewalk near him, landing on her face.

The man himself froze as Elke confronted him, and complied quietly, looking around nervously as she steered him away. The mirror mutant wasn't far behind, running along the insides of the mirrors in their path.

The under cover cop had effectively choked out her clone, after which she fixed her now messy hair, and hurried after them.

"Well, that was a mess... You're gonna have to work even harder to make this work now."

"oh @$%# off!"

Dragging her unwilling prisoner along, she darted to her left out into traffic. A few cars honked, one slammed on it's breaks, and one large moving truck absolutely refused to stop. Elke was quick though, having spent the majority of her life moving in such a manner to get from one place to another. Even with guy she was dragging along by the front of his shirt she managed to skate past the large truck, leaving a temporary block for her pursuers.

She headed for the closest alley directly across the street, while her prisoner huffed and cursed up a storm. "You're crazy! @#$%in' crazy!"

She ignored him as she navigated them quickly through the small maze of passageways, before she happened to spot a door propped open up ahead, with a dude standing close by on a smoke break.

She decided to take the chance of it being one of those doors that locked from the inside and barged on in, ignoring the presumed employee's complaint as she turned and slammed the door shut behind her.

Then, with a quick glance at the 'Exit Only' sign in glaring red above the door, she turned and headed further into the building.

Turned out that it was a large obscure office building, filled with offices, cubicles, and lots of boring desk jockeys. She bee-lined for the first elevator she spotted, jammed her captive inside.

"Alright, buddy..." She shoved him to the back, lifting her knife threateningly at him as she mashed every floor button on the panel, and the doors slid shut.

"You better start talking, before I start forcibly removing parts from you. I want to hear everything."

... It was only then that she realized she didn't know what the hell it was she was supposed to find out from this guy.

Saph's exasperated sigh could be heard as Elke made her way onto the elevator, and pressed all of the buttons.

"Really, Moose?"

When she demanded the man cough up what he knew, his face went blank, and he spoke in a flat tone. "I am actually a llama in an man suit, and you must escort me to 12th and main." And with that, the man's man costume slipped off, revealing a full sized llama."

Saph's voice chimed in. "I told you this would be hard if you didn't shake them. They'll do everything they can to stop you, and that llama doesn't like adversity."

The elevator finally made it to the top of the building, and somehow the special angent was there on the top floor, standing right outside of the door. "Give me the Llama." She stated firmly, and calmly. As she spoke, he dropped a dizzied clone at her feet. "I must have the Llama. Llama is love. Llama is Life."

She stepped forward to swing at the delinquent mutant, aiming to get her out of the way.

. . . .

"What."

She blinked, honestly dumbfounded. "I seriously cannot believe that they let you have any influence over children at this school at all, Saph."

There was a Llama standing before her now. All white and fluffy and... a Llama. That she apparently had to escort to a specific street... while being pursued.

The elevator dinged as they landed on the top floor, and she turned as the doors opened. That woman was there... with one of her clones to boot. She muttered something about the Llama, which was even more bizarre, and took a wide swing at Elke.

The Native's knife wielding hand snaked out and she sank her blade into the woman's throat, which she had stupidly left open for her attack. The woman dropped, strangely without any blood, and Elke blinked down at the suddenly prone body.

"... Do you have this goddamn simulation on kids mode!?"

Furious, she reached back to grab a fist full of Llama fur, stepped over the woman and her clone on the way out, and headed for the elevator, while pulling out her phone and getting directions for 12th and main.

It was six blocks away from her current location, which was about a nine minute walk, or a six minute run... if she hustled. The Native eyed the door to the stairs, at the end of the hall... before turning around and heading right back into the elevator. Trying to get a Llama down a dozen for more flights of stairs was a hassle she didn't want to have to deal with.

A few minutes later they were approaching the first floor, and she was mentally attempting to prepare herself for more of this ridiculous simulation Saph had created.

As Elke stabbed the agent, Saph could be heart spitting out his drink, and coughing. "@#$^, really, Elke?! You're killing cops and I'm the crazy one for making a program interesting!"

The woman didn't bleed. Of course she didn't. You didn't bleed if you didn't have any blood. As soon as Elke disappeared from sight, she rose like she was possessed, moving from laying to standing, and then turned to sprint out of a window.

She fell ten stories, and hit the ground, causing people to scatter around her. Again, she rose, her body warped and beaten from the fall, but still operational.

By the time the door opened to the elevator once more, the agent stood, fixing her hair.

"Lllllllaaaaaaammmaaaaaa~" She moved in to fight once more.

Around that time the Mirror walker hopped out of the nearest reflective object, yelling. "Halt! That's my Llama!" He fell to his knees, and ripped open his button up shirt, revealing a T with the Llama's face on it.

"Brendah! Take me back!"

The Llama eyed him, and turned it's head away a bit.

"A cop stops being a cop the moment she becomes a brain controlled, Llama obsessed freak and swings at me! That's not how cops are supposed to work you turd!!" The Native growled, waiting with as much patience as she could muster for the bottom floor to arrive.

When it did... well, she wasn't expecting what was waiting for her at the bottom. "Not-a-Cop can't FREAKIN DIE?!" She fell into a defensive position as the not-a-cop made move to start up a fight again, until a new figure appeared on the scene.

The guy she had assumed to be invisible appeared out of glass picture frame, tore open his shirt and demanded the Llama take him back.

...So, not only was this #$%& show completely ridiculous, but now also involved some degree of bestiality? Also the Llama was a she?!

Elke bypassed the urge to roll her eyes, and took advantage of the momentary distraction in order to lunge toward the female cop. Considering the position she had been in before, Elke was able to wrap one arm around the back of the woman's head, and then immediately the other arm moved to wrap under the right arm and up around the back of the neck also. She locked her hands and quickly turned, using her hip and back to bump the woman up off her feet. With the final twist in her turn she flung the woman over her and slammed her back-first into the hard cement flooring. While she still had the dazed probably-a-robot in a headlock, the teen aimed  a few quick, heavy, and well placed punches at the side of her face. 

She was hoping to knock her out, or at least stun if in the event that she didn't have a freakin' brain in there to damage. 

Quickly she dropped the woman and was back on her feet, eyes already poised on the Llama lover.... who was simply shuffling closer on his knees while pleading for Brenda to take him back some more.

A harebrained idea popped into her head, and with no other prospects she decided @#$% IT!

Turning on her heel, she grabbed a fist full of Brenda's thick coat and hauled herself on up. She wasn't exactly a horse, and Brenda may have groaned a little bit under her weight, but it would do.

Elke was going to ride Brenda all the way to 2nd and main, come hell or high water.

She dug her heels into Brenda's side harshly, gripping both sides of her neck fur in order to steer. She earned an indignant huff, but the Llama shot off toward the automated front door of the building.

As the man professed his love for Brendah, Saph's voice could be heard in Elke's ear losing his @#$^ laughing.

"Oh, man... That is as funny as I thought it would be.... BRENDAAAHHH!" He cracked up again; that was the sound track to her beating in the face of the agent.

Brendah was swift. She needed to get away from Brian. He was poison to her heart. Within seconds she was outside with Elke on her back...

Running the opposite direction of 2nd and Main.

"Looks like Brendah doesn't want to go that way, huh, Moose?" He Chuckled. The mirror mover was catching up, bouncing between the city's reflective surfaces to try and cut her off.

The agent was no where to be found. The thug stumbled around the corner in front of Brendah, who suddenly slid to a stop.

"Wait!... Wait... Gotta... Get the... Llama...." He caught his breath, recovering from a sizable run to try and catch up to them. He'd stumbled on the perfect situation, trying to step in the way of his target, who essentially had just fallen in his lap.