With a little help from one of the friendly guards, Neena slipped into the Laundry Supply room unnoticed. Hopefully Sara would be right behind her. They needed to gather and distribute various supplies before, as the expression goes, 'all Hell breaks loose'. While Doug had claimed that the mutants collars and bracelets would be shut off, it was always good to have a Plan B.

Not worried about stealth now, she began pulling out a mini armory of homemade weapons, as well as a plethora of pepper bombs. She also had a little bundle from Doug, which she pulled out to examine.

A thick, black blindfold, a hair tie, and a double-width drinking straw. She hadn't expected Doug to be able to find a spear, thus why she'd hoped he'd find her box. But he'd replaced it with a hunting knife.

She turned for a moment, looking for the broom she'd pilfered from Cleaning. She peeked outside. No one was around. She stuck one end of the broom in the laundry mangle, and gave it a sharp, firm tug. The broom end snapped off. leaving a jagged end. Back inside the room, she took the dagger and began evening out the point. It was short, and nowhere near as sturdy as the spears her Babu used to make, but it would have to do.

Her eyes shifted to the door, thinking she heard someone coming.

Sara wasn’t proud of what she was sure was going to happen. She didn’t like raising claws in anger but that wasn’t going to sit idly by and he was not going back to the way things were. It was all or nothing.

She was on her way taking mental notes of what she hat stocked and how she was going to distribute what. Doug had come through with her food and while she was still looking thin, her cheeks weren’t so sunken in. We would see how she would look when the end of this came.

She pushed the door to the supply room open, to see Neena inside already. One furry eye brow raised at the spear and knife. Nothing she should have been too surprised at. Without saying a word, she went to the supplies she had stashed. Taking out the broken shovel spade. In her off time in the camps she’d ground the edge to have an edge and had added a piece of wood to the other side as a type of handle so that she wouldn’t have to hold the metal.

Then she pulled out a sack of things she’d taken, including the medical masks from the infirmary that she could tug over her face when the pepper bombs were used. Those would help a little. There were a pair of scissors in her sack that had both ends unscrewd so that they were like two different blades as well. Among other things.

“Want one just in case?” Sara offered Neena one of the masks. “Also did you get something to go with this?” She held up the remote she’d stolen a few weeks ago.

Neena smiled as Sara entered, and turned back to her preparations. She held one end of a roll of bandaging against her wrist, wound it around once, then pressed a capped needle against it, then wound the material again to hold it in place. She repeated the process, until she had six capped needles secured. She moved to her other arm, and began winding the gauze around, to cover her whole arm.

The two worked in silence for several minutes, each one intent on putting the finishing touches on preparations they'd been working on for months.

“Want one just in case?”

Neena took the proffered mask. "Sure. Got any extras?" She probably wouldn't need it, but it wouldn't hurt to be prepared. Plus some others might be extra affected as Sara was by the pepper bombs.

“Also did you get something to go with this?”

Neena frowned at the remote. "No, never got a chance." She paused and held up her shackled wrist. After a moment of thought, she began, "Well, maybe we can salv-"

An explosion from outside and overhead cut off her words. She looked up curiously, just as the door to the Supply room abruptly swung open, and a body zoomed in. The door slammed shut, and the person leaned against it, breathing heavily, eyes closed.

Neena glanced at Sara out of the corner of her eye. A devilish grin spread over her dark features.

"Well! Hi there, Jimmy-Boy!"

The guard's eyes flew open. No, actually they bugged open. He obviously had thought he'd found a safe place to hide. Upon finding himself wrong, he froze.

"Tsk, tsk. James, you have got a lousy sense of timing."

In a blurred motion, Neena balled her fist and snapped out her raised arm. She connected with the cowardly guard's jaw, hard enough to make him see stars, but not knock him out totally. He slid down the wall like a cartoon character.

"Ow!" Neena frowned and shook her fist out. "He really does have a hard head...."

She took advantage of his stunnedness to truss him up like a turkey. He wasn't fully recovered by any means when he began babbling like a baby. Neena rolled her eyes. She was running low on bandaging, so she opted for a second choice. She removed one of her needles from its makeshift holster. From her pocket she extracted a little glass bottle, the kind insulin comes in. She tipped it upside down, and slowly filled the needle. James protests increased in volume, as did his struggles.

"Take it easy, numbskull, I'm not gonna kill you. You've just been working too hard." Quickly, and fairly painlessly, she inserted the needle into a vein, conveniently easy to find after all his struggling, in the man's arm. Her smile remained perfectly placed, as always. "Time to take well-deserved nap. And then we'll talk later. 'kay? Good boy." She patted his head, waiting for the concentrated, liquid sedative to take effect.

Sara smirked at the mask, not extremely glad she had though to steal them.

"Sure. Got any extras?"

“Yeah, I grabbed at least 5 every time I made a delivery to the infirmary and James wasn’t paying enough attention. So there’s plenty.” Sara passed Neena about ten of the masks already folded, from a pocked she had sewn on the altered Sack. Then pulled a single mask out from the rest of the bulging pocket to be tied around her neck and tucked under the front of her grey camp dress for easy fast access.

Sara proceeded to check the pockets of the laundry bag she had altered. It wasn’t the prettiest sack she had ever made but the shape was practical. It would go around her shoulder and slide flat against her back. There was a strap across the front with a thin pocket she had pushed two extra granola bars, thanks to Doug, incase she required a boost in her healing or if someone else needed them. There were more in the bottom of her sack since Sara wasn’t completely sure as to what transportation would be needed to get out. Let along if transportation would be still standing. Her last time she had escaped from somewhere, it was three days before she had a proper meal.

The crude weapon she had made from the broken shovel spade tucked nicely in a strap that was under the sack against the back of her collar. A guard wouldn’t know she had it till she brought it forward. Possibly ripping the fabric but Sara would at least have it. The two sides of the scissors were attached in a similar fashion. Next the mane bag of the sack was loaded with the basic first aid, and a few of those delightful pepper bombs.

"No, never got a chance. Well, maybe we can salv-"

The instant the explosions started outside, Sara flinched. Her ears pinning back against the back of her head in their instinctive attempt to try and muffle the sounds. Neena had been cut off but Sara got the gist. “I wonder how many of these things will fit on one wrist.”

Sara smirked as Poor James came in thinking he had a good place to hide. Again I say Poor James. There was a definite difference in Neena when she reacted to him. No more handy dandy clumsiness, and it made Sara remember back to the first day where the white, like, eyed lady tackled Quinn. Sara’s tongue moved across the edge of her elegantly long fangs as the next memory came in. Quinn tasted weird and Sara remembered a similar metallic taste recently when she last accidentally bit into her lower lip. Of course that could have been the shock talking too.

“Next time let me hit him.” Sara smirked. “If my hand gets hurt it at least doesn’t keep hurting.” Her fingers flexed as the James that was not on the ground started jabbering on and on.

“My you two look lovely,” James’s mouth seemed to be saying. Though the pitch of his voice was growing higher and higher. “I mean, ready for the fireworks? You know that there’s fire works out there. Just for you guys. Please! Go out and see! Please NOW!” It was stupid but the only thing his small little mind was coming up with at the moment. “Oh and Neena is that I new hat? I must say OUCH! OWY OUCH! OUCH!”

He stammered and yelped at the sight of the needle before it even entered his skin. His speech gradually slowed and, like in the Looney Toons, the pitch dropped to a deep drugged of slur.

“Hey what was that for! I didn’t do anything to you,… today, …. In the last hour,…. Did I? I’m a guard, I have a badge, I can kick some tail kitty and you caaaannnnt sttoooooooop mmeeeee. Not my giirrrrrrlllley scouuut coookkkie wielding checckkkers with bunnnnns of rockyyyy hoot kittens-….”

James blinked and his chin seemed to bob against his collar bone “You tooo ahre the best inmhhhates ever.”

James dropped the rest of the way to the ground drooling and doing a drugged up snore.

Sara blinked now seeing him on the ground with a puddle of drool already taking on the shape of a hammer head shark swimming from the corner of his mouth. “Wow… Ok then.”

She swung her sack over her shoulder and secured it across her front. Making sure that everything was laying flat. “After you.”

“Wow… Ok then.”

Neena snerked. "My thoughts exactly." Leaving James in La-la-Land, she returned to her work.

Finally, Sara spoke up again. “After you.”

Neena smiled, and flicked her head toward the door. "You go ahead, I've got a little business to take care of before leaving. I'll be right behind you as soon as I finish."

She held out one hand to the Fenline-featured girl, smiling as always. "Be careful m'friend."

Well this was it. This was the big battle. The two were separating at least for now. There had been very few Sara had ever gotten close to in her life time. A few years ago she knew a girl named Ashe, whom tried to skin her about as many times as she had sat down with her and drank chocolate milk. Then of course there was Ayesac. Worlds of words, languages and fraises couldn’t begin to describe him. With working this hard and close on the same job with Neena, Sara realized now that she found someone else that she just might consider close. Perhaps Raina too. Shya might have been up there as well.

Sara thought she knew where the three of them stood. X-men lovers, members, what not. Even if she felt a few x-men members were hypocrites. Sara refused to be a hypocrite. She believed she knew what had to be done.

"Be careful m'friend."

After this, please, don’t hate me. Please, don’t let me hate myself.

The corner of Sara’s mouth curved up slightly as her nerves and stress levels could be felt rising. “You too, friend.”

In the flick of her tail, she was gone, out the door.