So. It had been a difficult week. Like. A get dragged into a van, shot at several times, and saved by an honest to goodness X-Man sorta bad. To some people, that was a good thing, but to her, that meant one of them knew her face. Not ideal. 

Even so, little EllaLouise told herself in an effort to self motivate, she couldn't give up the ghost yet! There was much work to be done, and the Russians were just... so damned hard to crack. Well... Until he ran across a rumor that a certain congressional representative might be accepting money from them. That might be promising. You see, where the Russians were great at hiding their paper trail, the government definitely was not. 

So, the little southern belle was dressed in a Sleek ninja suit! so that she wouldn't stand out(she totally did). Why? So she wouldn't get caught sneaking into said representatives offices. They were out of town right now, so security was lax. So lax, in fact, that the back window was already open! It almost looked like the latch was busted, actually. They should have looked into that, but it was good news for her that they didn't! With a grunt, she managed to huff herself over the window sil, and land in a heap, adjusting her ninja mask quickly before rolling under a nearby desk as smoothly as she could. 


She bumped into the chair, was momentarily tangled in it, and had to slowly extract herself before peering around the corner of the desk at the room. This wasn't the right office... They loaned out space to other businesses as well, dentists, lawyers, in this case, a chiropractor. The door to the main hall was wide open. Another convenience! She grinned to herself, and tiptoed out into the hall, pausing as she smelled something.... off.

Was that gasoline? Strange... She shrugged, and wandered over to a directory... Lets see... one floor down, and in the far corner. Okay... Easy enough. The tiny diva reached into her ninja mini purse and pulled out her pink stun gun, sneaking down toward the stairs... That smell was getting more intense... Gosh, it was like it was just under her fee-

"Gah!" She slipped on a puddle, and started tumbling down the stairs, which were marble, mind you, so it would look pretty harsh as she started falling end over end toward a person who just happened to be emptying out a whole container of accelerant in a sort of trail down the stairs.

Accepting money under the table and from outside influences was a big no-no in her book. Especially when it meant you were governing more for interests of whoever you had lining your pockets, and not for the people you were supposed to represent. It was only of the reasons she had never really gotten into politics. They were all from the same spoiled milk. Greedy, fat curds swimming round at the top of the bowl while everyone else drowned. It was hard to see it any other way when the same fat cats stayed in power for years on end and nobody else in government seats ever truly tried to get rid of them.

This particular building was home to one of those sleazy curds, who just so happened to be on a lengthy vacation with his mistress. The emails on his computer had classified it as a 'business trip' and while it was possible his actual wife was at home and oblivious to his sinful seeds, it was also possible she was enjoying him being away so that she had more time to herself with the pool boy.

God, she really @#$%in hated politicians.

After breaking into his computer (which wasn't hard since his password had been his son's birthday and initials), she downloaded anything that looked even remotely helpful onto a USB drive. It would take too long to try and sift through all of it right then and there, so she would take it with her scour through later, and figure out what she wanted to release onto various sites online.

Shortly after she'd gotten her information and started to get to work, she started to hear sounds. Which was weird seeing as she'd scoped the place out for weeks and nobody was supposed to be around on this day, at this time of night. The Native paused while carefully sloshing gasoline all over the place. Having someone pop in randomly was seriously going to ruin her whole 'Raze it to the ground' plan and that was No Bueno.

Setting the canister down on the floor, she tugged the fitted black scarf up over her nose, pulled up her hood to hide her hair and shadow her eyes. Whoever it was would seriously be regretting their choice to stop by in a moment or two.

A light, girlish voice punctured the silence, and a second later the sounds of someone aggressively performing unwanted gymnastics down the stone stairs reached her ears and she... was thrown for a bit of a loop.

Huh.

Whelp, guess they died then. Nothing to worry about anymore, right?

A pink, girly looking stun gun spun across the granite and smacked into one of her boots. She stooped to pick it up and tuck it away in a pocket just about the same time as she noticed the girl- because it was definitely female and had questionable taste in clothes- seemed to still be alive.

"Nice landing. You get a solid 6. Not get the @#$% out of here before I set this place ablaze and you with it."

She headed back over to the gas tank and resumed drenching everything within reach with gas.

You know, it was a mixed bag, being invicible. I mean, the obvious side effects were terrible. Being stuck how she was... But also not getting knocked out after doing something embarrassing enough to warrant wanting to be in a coma.

She'd ended up landing on her tush, her grip on her trusty weapon lost, and her clothing a mess as she sat in a puddle of gasoline. Because of her afforementioned invulnerability, she wasn't the least bit throw off by the spill, which might have put a normal person in the hospital.

Therefor, she didn't miss the taller woman and her snide comment. Quickly jumping up the young spy took stock of the situation, and let out a hissing. "What the @#$^!" She looked down at herself again, and growled. "You, who are you, and why are you dousing this place in gasoline!? Cut that @#$% out!"

She stomped on over and held out her hand. "And give me back Mrs.Piggy! She's mine and she has work to do!"

Obviously, this woman didn't work here. She didn't sound Russian, so she was here on her own business. Apparently burning the place down.

Elke laughed. A girl after her own heart! Such a foul mouth to go with someone who looked very young and naive.

"No." She responded simply, upturning the red plastic can of gasoline, emptying it, and then dropping it. She dusted her gloves off uselessly and propped her hands up on her hips as she turned back to the irate ninja toddler. Oh, she wanted her weapon back?

"Work to do against who? Nope. Not gonna happen."

She checked the time on her watch and sighed. "Fer real, though. This place is going up in flames in like, two minutes whether or not you are still inside it. I would highly suggest you hightail it out of here before become the worlds crispiest ninja."

Then again, what was this kid even doing here? How had she even gotten inside?

"Who are you, anyway? the douche doesn't have any daughters, and I've never seen you around here before." She definitely would have notice the long blond pigtails and garish costume.

The girl LAUGHED at her. What exactly was funny about a 12 year old in a fake ninja costume, sneaking into a state representatives office to steal dirt on the Russian mafia?! "Oh, come on! Give it a rest for a second, at least, while we work this #@$% out!"

She refused to give back Mrs.Piggy. ". . . Boo, I don't know who you think you are, but you gonna make a queen stab a @#$^& if you don't give me my property back."

She mentioned she was about to set the place on fire. "Fine! Set this place on fire with a child in it, see if I care. I'm not leaving til I have what I need." She huffed and crossed her arms, marching up to the woman to stare up at her with her defiant baby blues.

"You can call me... Princess... So, you're here for Bruce the Douche as well? You're torching the place... I can't let you do that until I have the dirt I need on him." She didn't see a bag for a big pile of papers on this girl, so she assumed she didn't have anything.

"You can't just burn down all this precious evidence!"

Oh... for @#$%'s sake. The girl spoke as if she lived on a Freddit board. Queen? Princess?

The sudden urge to pick her up like an overgrown barbie doll and toss her out the nearest window was pretty hard to ignore. She seemed to be able to take a trip down the stairs well enough, right?

"Oh, was it yours? I didn't see it in your hand. Picked it up off the floor, right there, so I figured it was fair game being a random abandoned item and all. You got proof it's yours?" She zipped up that pocket on her coat just to make her point extra clear. She was in no way giving an unknown factor a stun gun.

"Nah, you're gonna be Helga." Elke did tilt her head just a bit while reaching back to pull the flare from one of her back pockets. "So... specifically what evidence were you looking for? I've already got everything that flaccid piece of raw bacon had on his computer. What are you trying to get him for?"

Or, was she trying to steal information to keep it from reaching the light of day?

This. Bitch. "What are you, 12? Gimme back my @#$%in weapon you doorknob." Her glare was venemous as the woman zipped up her coat pocket.

"Okay, I get the feeling like we are here for roughly the same thing, but you are just... Such a @#$^in pill right now. So let's start again. I am most @#$%in definitely not Helga. I'll let you call me L. Who are you?"

Her mostly hidden expression went flat when she mentioned getting everything on his computer. "So... There are still filing cabinets full of dirt up there... Government employees have been crazy about lately about cleaning their computers, but they still keep copies of everything around like idiots. We gotta get those papers before you go all pyro on this place."

She looked around the place, and over toward the offices. "There's no security inside, but I don't want to be here long. Mind helping me?"

Elke stared the short girl down, "Moose."

L mentioned the filing cabinets and papers, and Elke looked unimpressed. "Does it look like I have enough arms to carry out all of that s%&t?"

Blondie turned the whole thing around by asking her for her help. "I guess... but this place needs to burn to the ground after you're done."

She turned and headed back to the room she had come from, ignoring the trails of gasoline on the floor as she went.

"So why do you want this guy taken down?"

"F@#$ WHERE?!" L spun in place and crouched low before noticing there was no giant monster Moose around. Looking back, she let out an embarassed giggle and and cleared her throat. "Ahem."

She hopped up to her full, tiny height, and turned toward the stairs. "All we need is the right few pieces of paper! Fold em up, pop them into the tum tum and skip off to ladida with a smoking building behind us."

She followed the Moose, satisfied with having sort of gotten her way, but still eying her with the stink. "You gonna gimme Mrs Piggy back?"

Lips smacked as she asked why she was here in the first place. "He sucks. Also, he'd likely taking scratch from the russian mob. In return, he scratches their backs. Can't have that, as the russian mob doesn't like my people. We don't like them back, so hey!Presto, here I am trying to hurt their corrupt little friends!"

She followed the taller native, glancing up at her as they walked up the stairs, and then looking off to the side a bit. "So why are you here?"

"Nope."

Miss piggy was gonna stay nice and safe in her pocket. Elke was not about to get tased tonight.

L explained a bit more about why she was there, and Elke nodded. It made sense. His ties to corruption were deeper than normal and connected to a mob. That was actually valuable information and if she managed to leak it she was sure he'd end up with a price on his head. Fitting.

"Can't stand corrupt, lazy politicians... and he's one of them. He's been documented taking money from various sources under the table to funnel into his own wealth and has been a thorn in the side of almost every idea brought to the table that could actually help the people who need it most."

She glanced over at the shorter Blonde. "Gonna take what I found and leak it online, burn the place down, and then, after they build it all up again, I'll burn it down a second time." That was, of course, assuming he lived long enough for the building to get back up.

The Office wasn't too far. Up the grand stairs and down a tiled hallway. She'd left the door open as she left, so it was obvious which office it was.

Other than the desk having been carefully rifled though, the rest of the place was untouched. She hadn't come to take out her anger on furniture and walls. She'd come with the intention of crippling someone who, in her mind, was lower than pond slime.

"How fast can you get what you need?"

"I'm getting that back..." She muttered under her breath as she crossed her arms and walked along. Still, she couldn't say she didn't like this young woman's motivations for wanting to burn these offices to the ground.

Honestly, L was all about pairing up with people who got things done and letting them do the work for her, and Moose here seemed the type to get things done. "So... Why go through all of this effort, though? Everyone knows this guy sucks. Most people don't do a thing and hope it will all turn out well in the end. Why aren't you the same?" Sure, motivation was one thing, but plenty of people had the same motive to mess with this guy. Here the scrappy Moose was, though, the first to burn this guy to the ground. If by just a few minutes.

They made it to the office, and the door was still open. L frowned. Left like this, they definitely would have sifted through the burnt building and found that the office was left open. This complex housed a few different businesses and government programs, so burning it down without leaving a trace would make it less obvious what had happened or why.

Elke closed the door behind them as they walked in. "Depends. Can you try to find a key for the file cabinet's secured drawer? I can dig through the others while you are doing that."

She got right to work, dragging a chair to the filing cabinet in order to climb up and open the wide top drawer and start rifling through things. She paused as she noticed a small revolver tucked away in it. "Any luck? See if they taped it under the counter." She casually grabbed the gun and tucked it in her tumtum.

Looking through these files... yeah... nothing so far. Nothing juicy anyway. Maybe some evidence of misuse of funds, but that was pretty much everywhere in the government. No, they needed something more concrete.

The Native stretched her hands in her gloves, watching as the pipsqueak got right to work. "Why wait for someone else to step up and do it when I feel like I'm a perfectly capable candidate? I don't like the idea of @#$%'s like him skating by Scott free for however long it takes for that to happen."

She shifted her backpack around, face and head still covered by her scarf and hood, and dug the small crowbar she had in there out.

"Did you know that this seeping butthole of a man shot down a bill that could have put extra funds toward the mutant kids who have to deal with out of control powers? That funding could have put a lot of @#$%in' children through needed therapy and specialized training."

Using the small crowbar she headed for the locked cabinet drawer L had mentioned and with ease popped it open. The lock was a cheap variety that bent when enough pressure was applied.

"Done." She stepped back and waited.

Let's see... catering bills, government spending receipts, contacts, church donations... Nothing significant in drawer two. L looked up as Elke started talking again, nodding as she mentioned her reason for being the one who stepped up. "Yup. Someone's got to, right?" She smiled a bit before looking down again to mess with the third one when she started talking about something else.

"Yeah... I followed that one. Really hoped it would pass... Do you have a rat in that race? With Mutants?" The care on that subject had definitely caught her attention. She was staring at her now. All ears.

She walked across, pulling a crowbar and popping the bottom drawer open. "Well, so much for them not knowing what we were here for. The more of a heads up we have that we are going to #@$% with them the more they can prepare, Moose." She sighed, and started digging through the bottom drawer.

Huh. Pictures in here. Photo opp with some random old guy. She didn't recognise him. Ah! What was this... some hand penned letters. Okay, now they were getting somewhere!

There was a commotion ringing down the hallway into the more isolated office. Voices? Someone else was here? L tucked all of the paper into her tumtum, and looked to Elke. "Expecting anyone?"

"Noklai! Gasoline!" The words ecoed clearly into the room, and Elke spat her annoyance. Why were the Russians here?

Damnit... "We have to deal with them... Maybe we can implicate them?" That might work. No defense would arise if they thought the people who burnt the place down accidentally died in the fire, right?

Elke didn't reply about the mutant thing right away. It was no business to anyone but herself after all. She did turn and look at the girl at her comment about the cabinet.

"Who gives a sh*t? It's gonna be obvious that someone took something when my stuff ends up online, and those papers you grabbed are missing from the cabinet." She flipped the crowbar in her hand and caught it. "Hell, even if we hadn't taken anything he would have tried to blame it on a break in any way. Probably at pawns of his political rivals trying to set him up." Which was funny seeing as that was also something that was rumored to be happening behind the scenes.

Elke stilled when she heard the voices, turning to face the closed office door. Well, looks like she wasn't gonna get out of this one without a fight after all. Hopefully, they weren't super powerful, whoever they were.

"Nope." She tucked the little, solid metal bar through a belt loop, and reached back into her backpack for her slingshot and ammo pouch.

"Can you actually fight, or are you more of a sneak thief?" She kept her voice down as she palmed a few large ball bearings, got one loaded and ready, and snuck around to the side of the door that would keep her visually hidden from view as long as possible. Elke grinned widely at the idea L proposed, though she wasn't sure if they exactly had the same idea in mind. She fished out the pink taser and tossed it back toward the girl.

"Yeah, and dead people can't defend themselves."

Out in the hall, slowly heading toward the office and on high alert, were 5 suits. They were a part of the mob that L had mentioned, and had coincidentally swung by the same-day on orders from a higher up. When they'd shown up and used the key they had been given to get in they found the whole place smelling like gas.

"You think he's really planning on backstabbing us like the boss thinks?" One muttered to another, while nervously shifting his finger on the trigger of his gun. His companion muttered something in Russian back at him and they all fell quiet as they rounded on the office door and started opening it.

A short blonde, possibly with a pink taser and just the more ridiculous outfit, was the first thing they spotted. The guy at the head of the group opened fire immediately striking her directly in the head and chest.

They rushed in with guns drawn, and Elke strang into action by clocking the one closest to her in the side of the head with a large ball bearing point blank and at full draw. It THOCKed into his head and he pitched to the side immediately.

Not left with much time, she rushed in to seize the gun gripped in the next one's hand, threw an elbow up into his face, and spun to fire two shots at the third closest one. The first shot hit him in the shoulder and he jerked away, while the other two ran for cover.

"If it's easy to notice, they can prepare for it. First rule of espionage is not to leave any traces until its too late. It's soooo much more satisfying to catch them with their pants down when you taze em in the taint!" She like to think that if she had a special attack, that was it. The old Taint Crisper. Classic.

She paused to think at Elke's justification. "Sounds like you pulled that out of your ass, but I can't deny it, so touche to that tooshie." This was a fun, quippy conversation, wasn't it? Not like talking to Tater. Tater just went along with a lot of what she said. This was like a Spicy Boss Bitch Pokemon battle sort of conversation. She liked it. Not that she didn't like hanging with tater, but a change of speed kept things interesting.

Her fun had been interupted by their guests. L smirked as the native asked if she could fight. "What about me doesn't scream bad bitch?" Maybe the part where she was a 12 year old with a pink stun gun. She felt cool when she caught it, though. She wasn't any good at catch.

L Was standing in the middle of the room when the men charged in. Why? Well, she had no concept of self preservation, for one. She was immediately shot in the head and chest, falling ass over teakettle, and laying there for a solid beat.

One of the men was running perpendicular to her for cover from the native when she suddenly sat up, revolver in her hand, teeth gritting. BLAM BLAM "YOU F#$KIN!" BLAM BLAM. "TORE MY!" BLAM BLAM. "BAD ASS NINJA SUIT!" The man was hit four times before he stumbled into the wall and slid down it. Cursing, the little lady, who picked compressed led from its stamp on her forehead and tossed it to the side, climbed to her feet and tossed the revolver to the side, walking calmly toward the other man in cover.

He shot her four times before she dove in, and they started wrestling over control of the stun gun, which made a terrible zapping sound as she tried to get the gouche with all of her might.