The reason for sending Slade to the corner to wait for her, was simple. She didn’t know how his system worked when it came to gasoline/food. She had an idea but she wasn’t completely sure. It wasn’t too far to her home, but she didn’t want any of his fuel wasted, should they need it. However she needed him to know her address should she not be able to tell him. Not a pleasant thought but one that had allowed it’s self to pop in her head when the protocol started to not be that great of a distraction.

She needed to make a plan, and she needed to work things out fast. The drive home was short, and all sorts of scenarios were running through her mind, along with what had just happened. Slate had told her that Zelek possessed advanced speed, strength, and healing, much like herself. However there was another ability there, that either Slate had forgotten, or didn’t know. How the heck did zelek do what he did to Slade, how did he manipulate that armor around himself, and the side walk? It was cement!

Then there was another matter of how they were going to handle getting there, and back. Slade was a car, but if he was injured, Sara didn’t know what to do from there. They might need a second mode of transportation, that could sit just far enough, no one would notice it. Just in case, it had to be able to house Slade. Her station wagon? Sara swallowed. She wasn’t sure how that would do. If he put the back seat flat, Slade might be able to sit backwards, with his feet hanging out the back, and his head sticking out the sun roof… Then there was the problem of how the girls would get back. Would they fit safely on the seat next to Sara?

Ok the transpiration could be dealt with later. Sara parked at the curb of her home, rather than taking the time to pull into her drive way. She hit the pavement at a light jog, and stood in her entry way closet, long enough to gather her equipment.

Sara slipped into a heavy vest, with pockets designed to hug close to her torso. A belt was slipped around her hips, with three pouches along the back, and she began filling her pockets with things she might need. Claws made perfect lock picks. So that wasn’t a problem. Duck tape hung loose from her left hip, in a loop that worked like a toilet roll dispenser. Next to that, went a tazer. On her other side she dropped those plastic zip strip hand cuffs. Though those weren’t as easy to use while in motion. They required both hands to make them secure. So Sara also grabbed ten pairs of the real, metal, hand cuffs. When it comes to peacefully restraining, most, individuals, you can never have to many of those around. Sara moved on to the gas section of her arsenal. Adding tear gas, laughing gas, and sneezing powder, along with a few other goodies to her belt.

The short drive back, in her brown, station wagon, took a few more minutes. She hoped she hadn’t kept Slade waiting, as she pulled up next to him. “All gassed up?”

Slade rested and concentrated on sidelining the pain. He felt now he could cope with it, his shield had begun replicating his matter in the healing process [even though the damage by Zelek had not been much it still affected his matter production, the more burnt away the less could be produced so his body was dealing with this as a priority]. This of course meant his insides still hurt but Slade could cope with this now. Many exercises and missions for mr Antonescu had hardened Slade into ignoring pain. This in a sense was good rehab, it was getting him back into the flow of coping with damage during missions. Either way this rest was doing him good, he'd cope for now.

He felt something pull up near him, and Sara's voice emanated from the vehicle. Slade clicked his radio into life.
"I'll live, so where we headed? Am I following you or are you riding with me?"
He wondered what Sara had been home to collect, probably super secret tech against an armoured kidnapper... or simply a change of clothes?
"Oh and some time along the way we need to stop at a petrol station, I'm parched!"

"I'll live, so where we headed? Am I following you or are you riding with me?"

Sara shrugged, even though she was sure Slade couldn’t see that. It was odd sitting in a car, and talking to one. Plus making this plan as she went. “I thought you’d follow me partially there. Then I’d ride with you, if you don’t mind. Smells like Zelek took this road. I’ll be tracking him, so I might get a little confusing to follow at corners.”

The good thing about tracking Zelek at the moment, was no matter what, until he took a good bath, he still had the sent of blood. That happened to be the strongest sent to Sara, at the moment. So long as the wind hadn’t had a chance to blow the bloody fragrance far from the road, They shouldn’t have to stop, a lot, for Sara to refind to trail.

"Oh and some time along the way we need to stop at a petrol station, I'm parched!"

“I should probably gas up too, incase we have to go a ways.” Sara nodded, then took the lead. There should be a station, not too far a head. Then, hopefully where ever Zelek had taken the girls, wouldn’t be much further. The time was ticking, and Sara was starting to stress.

(Next post will be another time jump to where Sara leaves her car, and rides with Slade. If that is alright with you.)

ooc - that's cool. ill follow your lead

ic - Slade revved his engines softly, they felt stable. He'd follow her for a s long as was required and then he'd let her ride with him, he made a mental note to remind her to ride in the passenger seat, Slade didn't want to have to argue over who drove... As she pulled off Slade followed comfortably, he switched his hip hop back up to full volume and tried to forget the ache that was his rear seat. There were so many possible problems with this plan...

(yay. We have names!)

Twice Sara had taken the wrong turn, and lot the sent, only to pull a uturn, when the road was clear, and find the sent again. Five times, she actually stopped her car, to get out at 4 way stops, and see what way they needed to go. Poor Slade must have been having a field day, trying to follow. At least his music kept a good beat.

They finally reached a point in the road, where the cars started smelling the same. If that could make sense. There was the pungent smell of SUVs that all burned the fuel more evenly. Meaning that they were all tuned up, and there wasn’t as much of a smell, of burning oil. Sara pulled her car over, waving to Slade, and turned around. Throwing the brown station wagon into park. He grabbed a sleep black, back pack, from the back, that included rope, and grenades. Ok so PAX didn’t like the use of explosives, but there was something about the knowledge that you could blow yourself up, if need be, that gave Sara this warm fuzzy feeling, in the pit of her stomach. That was more than likely nervous butterflies.

After making sure her car was tucked out of the way, or road traffic, but still where they had an exit, Sara walked back to Slade’s car. She hopped in the passenger seat, remembering conversations from previous rides. “Can you roll your window down so I can still track?” She asked. Directing her voice to the radio.

(I don’t know if you want to describe the ride there, Slade, or not.)

Slade rolled cautiously after her, following was always awkward when the subject of interest kept veering off course. So far at least a few times Sara had been misled, as impressive as her nose was it was a little disconcerting that she kept getting thrown off. He just hoped she was up to the task... He was glad he had his hip hop, it compensated for the boredom thast usually followed a tailing exercise. Slade had always preferred action to the more time-consuming 'follow the leader'/stake-out exercises.

Regardless of which he'd learnt to zone out when nothing was happening, not to the extent that he wasn't aware of what was happening but not so much that he was bored out of his skull... Eventually Sara pulled her vehicle in and stepped out, he felt her waving at him rather than rechecking that her nose was in perfect working order. This was a promising sign! Maybe the tracking was coming to an end and they could, at least try to, nail Zelek.
"Can you roll your window down so I can still track?”
Ah crap...
"Sure, hey how long we got to go Sara?"
Slade felt like the impatient kid whining 'Are we there yet?'

"Sure, hey how long we got to go Sara?"

“Smells close.” She said as the window came down and she leaned against the door. Still making mental lists of what she had, and what she knew worked.

“Seems like things are straight a head, on this road, but I’m never completely sure till I’m there.” The hold tracking thing was so iffy, it was hard to properly explain how it was done. The wind blew the sent around and made it mingle with the smell of everything else. Then there were the times when the same person crossed the same area and Sara had to circle where they crossed to find the most current sent. Then there were things like Coffee beans, that canceled smells out. Things were just complicated.

“Be careful.”

Slade grumbled inwardly, be careful. Difficult to be careful when dealing with Zelek... He knew what to do: don't hesitate, just blat the guy with the anti-vehicle round and hope the bugger gets knocked out. Either that or re-kidnap Sara and drive the hell away! He wasn't going to hang around too long, mr Antonescu kept a close eye on his family and while Slade might just survive the retribution Sara would not. This had nothing to do with who was stronger simply the fact that Slade was still useful to mr Antonescu alive while Sara was just another meddling statistic. Slade of course felt differently, hence why he was coming on this crazy plan. The last thing he wanted was for Sara to get hurt.

Slade had seen what happened to people who learned too much about mr Antonescu's affairs, mainly because often he'd been sent to dish out the damage. It was routine to deal with those who meddled in what the Kabal wanted to achieve, or protect. While Slade didn;t care for the idiots he had to kill he was fond of Sara, she'd been a friend of his for years and he didn;t think he could stand losing her because of Zelek.

Slade slowed down as they neared where she thought the scent's final destination resided, he hoped to hell this went smoothly. Time to play the devils advocate...

Sara being a passenger was part of her plan, but the benefit wasn’t something Sara had thought up till she was seated in Slade’s passenger seat. This short time allowed her to prepare her body, for what was to come. She could move like the Flash in the comic, but only when her muscles were warmed up. Other wise her body was stiff, felt heavy, and wouldn’t cooperate.

Without having to drive, Sara had time to flex her fingers, turn her wrists, and generally start warming herself up. If she could help it, she was going to try and keep Zelek away from Slade. What ever he had done in the alley way before, to the werecar, was bothersome. Sara at least healed faster, and that way Slade could use his weapon for long range. Since Sara had left her station wagon behind, Sara needed Slade in good shape to get them out of there, when the cow pies hit the fan. They soon found themselves approaching the big black SUVs.

“Show time.”

(I don’t know if I should GM the people in the SUVs or aroud, or should we just go to where the beginning of the elevator is?)

Slade sensed two large vehicles up ahead moving in what, he at least guessed, was a convoy formation. They were stationary for the time being, good.
"Indeed, get out and approach the back vehicle. I'm going to park infront of the first. Unless you have a better plan that's how its gonna roll."
Slade hoped she could take them out without him having to transform, she seemed more than capable at dealing with mere humans and the less noise they made here the better. Either way he'd have to transform sometime, which knowing Zelek would be common knowledge before they even reached his secretive hideout.

Zelek wouldn't run, Slade remembered him when he worked for the Kabal and he never ran from a 'test'. Zelek wasn't the problem, this mission was on a time limit so the longer they remained under the radar the more time they had before mr Antonescu inevitably intervened. Provided Sara agreed to Slade's plan he'd drive forward and park across the front vehicles path, They'd probably get out to deal with Slade's 'driver' while Sara would silently deal with the second vehicle, all that remained was for everything to go to plan...

Sara listened to Slade. Her lips pressed together, from her nerves, and the wish to just duck in the house of Zelek and grab the girl without being noticed by anyone. In this situation that was a fantasy. Sara wasn’t getting in, without having to go through the security, and she probably wouldn’t get out without the same.

Please, let them be alright.

“Works for me.” Sara slid easily out of the seat, carefully pushed the door so that it clicked shut, and allowed Slade to roll forward, in front of the first vehicle. The illusion that Katrina had given her, Sara had shoes, but in reality, she went bare foot. Humans didn’t make shoes that fit feline, mutant, feet. So when she walked, it was silent on the pavement. Standing in the blind spot of the vehicle, till the driver and his passenger got out. The driver and the passenger got out of the first vehicle too. Sara did a head count, four, but her focus was on the back of the driver of the back car. One at a time. If she could help it. There would be less of a chance one of the others would call for back up. Can’t call in, what they don’t know about.

Sara reached in her pocket and pulled out what looked like an asthma inhaler. She walked up behind the back car, driver, tapped him on the shoulder, he spun around with an open mouth, and Sara shoved the inhaler between his lips, pressing the cartridge down, to give him a dose of sleepy time gas. He had about enough time to swipe at the little devise, before his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

One down, three to go. The driver of the first vehicle was at the hood of his car, when Sara got to him. She reached around his shoulders from behind with one arm, and pulled him backwards, so the passenger wouldn’t see the struggle, made silent, when Sara stuffed the devise between hi lips, and the process was repeated.

Two down two to go. The drivers were left to sleep under the drivers side doors, and Sara ducked down to circle around the back of the first vehicle. Where she could take the two passengers by surprise, from behind. The problem was, She would have to take them both together. The two men were standing with hands on hips, staring at Slade, One of them looked around, only now noting their lack of numbers, in their standing and staring at Slade.

Sara crept behind on, with the little sleepy time gas puffer in her hand. The truth is she could take them out with claws, but the gas puffer made less of a mess. Plus her own beliefs.

She moved for the man on the right. Hoping to block the escape path of the man on the left, between the SUV, Slade, and herself. Lefty pulled a gun, and Sara sacrificed her grip on Righty, to grab lefty’s gun hand before he could fire. Wedging her claw behind the trigger and pulling. Him towards Righty, who all of a sudden had a radio on his hand. Righty stumbled to his knees, and the radio went skittering, along the cement, under Slade.

Sara twisted lefty’s gun arm, and shoved two stiff fingers into the pressure point in his arm pit. He yelped, making Sara flinch, from the noise and the worry about being discovered, but he released the gun, into Sara’s possession, the inhaler went between his lips, Sara made the devise do it’s little puff thing, and Lefty went down.

Righty was on his hands and knees, trying desperately to reach the radio, when Lefty fell right in front of him. Righty looked up in time to see the inhaler coming, but that was too late. Sara had him, and he joined his coworkers in dream land.

Everything happened in the course of maybe a minute. Maybe. It was hard to judge time when you had men to knock out. Sara pulled them off to the side,where they could snooze out of site. There, she took their uniforms, leaving one man in nothing but sponge Bob square pants, boxers. The rest at least had undershirts. They were all shackled, using a pair of those zip strip hand cuffs around their wrists, and a pair around their ankles. Then pulled off the side of the road, where they could wake up, hopefully, long after Sara was gone.

Sara jogged back to the road, now, in one of the driver’s uniforms. “I’m out of practice and getting sloppy.” She grumbled, as she passed Slade, to make sure she wasn't leaving anything inside him. Then she started moving towards the front SUV. She climbed she looked in the driver's side window. "what do you think? are we leaving these here, and continuing with you as transport or are we using these now?" if they weren't using the cars, Sara hated to leave them empty on the road.

(if you want to insert something, go ahead. Or if I need to change something in this long post, tell me.)

ooc - if ur not happy with anything jus pm

ic - Slade revved with an obvious volume and swerved violently infront of the two reflective black SUV's. As his tyres screeched to a halt he left his engine growling ever so softly, If they found out his 'driver' was a hologram before Sara took them out he'd have to deal with them his way, the violent way. He felt the men step out impatiently, one of which was spitting in frustration at the idiot who'd made his day just that little more pointless.

As they approached heavily; shouting a mixture of abuse queries and threats at Slade's hologram, Slade felt one of them drop. Sara was quick, he doubted they even noticed! He refocused on the closest two and their conversation.

"Hey, HEY! Gawd this prick is ignorin' me why I should rip his f*ckin' skull clean off!"
>Bruce shut the hell up yeah?<
"Nah James this guy's blockin' my route and he has the disrespect to blank me!"
>You ass has it not passed through that thick skull of yours that the guy might be seizing?<
Another slump behind them, closer this time.
"Seizing? What like epilepsy? Why the hell is he driving then?!"
>Yeah I read about it once, they can do... Hey what the..?<
"Sh*t, James call in the..."

Slade felt Sara dodge between the two, it was messy but quick. The two men barely had time to think before she had taken them out. He felt her arranging the bodies off the street, it was a surprise that noone had noticed, then again this had been quick, not to mention quiet. He heard her calling from one of the vehicles, Slade didn't think it mattered what they did these kind of patrols had regular communications with each other. It would waste time to hide vehicles when the rest of the security would soon know something was up anyways, and it made no sense to take a SUV with them when Slade was the perfect transport... They needed to push into Zeleks quarters quick and hard if they were to succeed, this would be easier with an element of surprise that they might lose if they faffed around with these SUV's.
"I'd prefer to leave them and press on, there's no advantage to be gained here. You got a location on Zelek yet? If so lets roll out!

Her lips pressed together, but she nodded. Even with her new illusion that she could hide behind, her instincts screamed for her to blend everything in that she could, as much as possible. The black SUV matched all the other black SUVs. Just like her uniform matched other guard uniforms now. Slade wasn’t a black SUV. He was cooler than a black SUV so he didn’t match.

“yeah. I know a direction.” She said climbing back into the passenger seat of Slade. Settled again.

(how about they just drive following Zelek’s path to the pair of guards at the first lift.)

ooc - very sorry about my disappearance, rl work loads are really mounting

ic - Slade felt Sara's body as she closed the door. She was clearly tense, Slade could empathise with that. This whole mission screamed problems out to him. Slade steeled himself for what was about to come and pulled away from the now empty vehicles. He followed Sara's directions tentatively, they were going to run into action soon and Slade was preparing himself for it. They pulled upto a building, Slade clicked his radio into life.
"So, this is the place? From what you've said we can enter via multiple entrances. You can see better than I do, which way do we need to go?

(That’s fine. I can understand RL.)

In the past, Sara was known for doing stupid things. Including breaking into places she really had no business or experience breaking into. More times than Sara cared to count, her healing ability saved her neck, and made up for the lack of experience, and even the lack of care.

This time shouldn’t of been any different but it was. Sara was not 24 but 34. Even if she still looked as young as ever, that feminine clock was ticking. She’d become faster, and stronger, but also more experienced. Experiences that were often painful.

The biggest difference now, was it wasn’t just her. She wasn’t just risking her own neck for the heck of it. Slade was risking his, and if they failed, it wasn’t Sara who was going to pay the worst. Those poor girls. Cut Sara, and she bled, but she also stopped. Cut someone else, and the blood kept flowing.

Slade spoke threw his radio, making Sara stir from her silence. Reminding her of the pattern they were imitating, by following Zelek. Her shoulders eased. “We’re going up the car port. It looks like there’s a lift, and a connection between the building and the parking structure.”