Sara could have found herself, back, at the warehouse faster, had she chosen to barrow Ayesac's motorcycle. Someone probably would have willingly lent her a car or even given her a ride. Heck. For all she knew, Slate would have dropped her off from a helicopter. At the moment, Sara owned no vehicle of her own, but that never kept her from getting around. The point of traveling by foot, was to give Sara a chance to force herself to slow down and think about what she was doing, and to give herself a chance to not let the latest play out of drama, cause her to rush into a stupid situation.

Sara knew that someone was paying assassins to try and kill, her friend, Luke Jacobs. She knew this person was able to either provide their assassins with guns that had no business being on the street, or that they were able to afford assassins that could find the guns for themselves. Both thoughts were disturbing and the fact that so far, both groups had failed made Sara more stressed. Things like this didn't generally get easier. This was going to be like any normal video game, the level of difficulty was just going to get harder and harder. Only Sara and Luke wouldn't recieve any chances to do things over.

The two guns that Sara had carried with her, felt solid in sack, that was draped over her shoulder. the XM8 was felt laying diagonally across her slim back. The side pocket contained the much more portable FMG9. Samples of the weapons Sara had removed from said suspects. Both of them were supposed to be returned to the police station but Sara didn't see the good they would do, sitting in an evidence locker when there were dozens of other guns sitting there, just like them, for the same crime.Not to mention the witnesses for the last one.

A group of men had entered a coffee shop and shot the place up in an attempt to kill Luke. The shop was packed full of witnesses. Hell. There was even a youtube of Sara circulating now. Depicting the moment she'd hoisted the counter off of the ground, and Luke had sent it flying with one of his sound blasts. Then seconds later Sara had disarmed the last man. Breaking nose then arm faster than the camera was able really to capture.

For a moment, Sara stood, hands on slanted hips, on the walk way outside of the warehouse. So much had changed for her, since her first visit here, and looking up at the warehouse she intended to enter, from the ground, made her feel dwarfed compared to last time, when she had been standing on another roof top. This situation was so much bigger than Sara thought she could handle alone. That's why she'd been networking.

What scared Sara the most, in this situation, was a lack of information. Her first two stops had been to Ayesac, and then to Slate. Ayesac was able to tell her the names of the weapons. Even a brief history. Slate was able to tell her where the weapons came from and the sketchy path that they might of taken on their ways to being aimed at Luke. Visiting Kaz, was a shot in the dark. No pun intended.

Sara knew from her last visit to the Warehouse, that Kaz collected weapons. There was a slim chance that he might be able to tell Sara of some less than legal distributors. That is if he even talked to Sara.

The memory of where she'd last seem the mutant, at the book store opening right after she'd gotten her tail stuck in the revolving door flashed across her memory. Sara's nose darkened into a blush. It was times like that, that made her look like a fool but today, she was a fool who was determined to be taken seriously.

So Sara straightened the duffel bag that had been placed over her shoulder. Hiding her crossed fingers in her fist that held the strap in place.

Sara was fully aware that there was a possibility she had been being watched from the moment she crossed the first motion detector. Before, She'd found security devices everywhere, only disarming a handful of them before the curiosity of what lay inside the building overwhelmed her.

It was the fact of being watched, that made her movement more calculating. More planned, as her feet practically floated over the ground with grace that was filled with determination. Only stiffening her emotions while the front door came closer and closer.

Sara rang the bell.

Over, under, across, pause, drop, twist, swing, one handed, and using just his feet, Kaz worked himself on the uneven bars, occasionally dropping to the pommel horse or parallel bars to mix things up. When the chirping sound of the motion detector sounded, Kaz stopped on the top bar, balancing on one foot. "Show me." A screen dropped from the ceiling and focused on the person who pulled up on the motorcycle. A person he recognized instantly. "Well well..." He said as he watched the feline practically float towards the door, with a bag slung over her shoulder. That bag made him curious.

At the same time she rung the bell, "Well hello Sara. Been a while hasn't it? I have to say, I'm quite curious to know what you're here and what's in the bag. Though I'm glad you decided to use, or at least try the door first." There was a very audible sound as the locks and security on the door were undone and shut down for the moment. "I trust you remember the place. Come in."

At the sound of Kaz's voice, that was carried to Sara through an intercom that was entirely too familiar, Sara glanced up into the closest, obvious camera. Great. Sara gave the camera a little finger twittering wave. The corner of her mouth twitched up.

"I trust you remember the place. Come in."

"Of course. Thank you for seeing me." Sara ducked into the warehouse, only at that point realizing that this meeting could have probably been done over the phone. She stepped past an I beam, determined not to look at it on her way to the stairs. Electrical beams of death and lots of pain check. Then it was up the stairs lickety split, as swift feet took the steps three and four at a time.

Sara poked her head out at the next floor, and was happy to find Kaz, if only for the fact she wouldn't have to spend any longer on the stairs. "I showed up to find out exactly how much you know about illegal weapon sales. Or how much you can find out. I brought some examples for show and tell." Sara hefted the light bag off of her shoulder, then set the bag down on the floor. Taking a step back with her hands back on her hips.

Kaz was still balancing perfectly on the highest unevenbar when Sara came up the stairs. He listened with a curiously raised eyebrow as she spoke of illegal weapon sales, though the mention of examples really hooked him. Kaz leaned back slightly, let his foot slide off the bar, fell and caught himself with both hands. He spun halfway so his feet were almost pointing to the ceiling before he let go of the bar. His momentum carried him to the mid bar and allowed him to reverse his momentum (still facing Sara) when he got his hands on it. He went around the bar one and a half times before he let go to catch the lowest bar with the back of his knee.

His rotation reversed almost instantly. Kaz jack-knifed off the bar, tucked and balled up, into three back-flips before landing softly and lightly a few feet from the bag. He took a step, snatched up the bag, opened and pulled out the larger of the two weapons, in one fluid motion. He looked it over carefully and checked to see if it was loaded and the other parts of it that were in the bag. "Hmm. Multi-functional or less likely replacement parts. I haven't seen anything quite like this before now.” Putting it back in the bag he picked up a small box, which reminded him of the Brick cell phones.

It didn't look very special, at least that was what he was thinking before he found and flicked the switch. It unfolded at the mid point, handle dropped down into what looked, to Kaz like a toy gun. He checked it over for a minute, shut it and opened it again. He was about to ask Sara a question when he shut his mouth and shifted. His sense of smell was pretty good normally, but after shifting he could easily tell that the gun had been used, and that answered the question of that gun. He picked the other one up and dropped the bag, giving that one a quick sniff. After putting both back in the bag, he shifted back.

"I don't know much about illegal weapon deals or what, if anything, I could find out. I could run these by the R&D department and see what they think but..." He trailed off a bit and looked at the guns again. "I didn't think the small one was real at first, but they both have been fired, I'd say sometime recently too, could be wrong on that though." Kaz turned his back on Sara and the bag and walked to his towel laid across one of the machines.

After toweling off a bit, though he didn't really need to, he hardly broke a sweat anymore, "I can say this, that small one seems pretty dangerous, hopefully it just fires normal bullets and nothin like what we've got developed. Where the hell did you get those anyways?"

Sara remembered this room from before. She'd only been inside it for a few moments but there were very few details about Kaz's home, that Sara could forget. only the one, or two, levels that she hadn't seen before, remained a mystery. To be frank, the entire place reminded her of a mix between Bruse Wayne's mansion, and his bat cave with some areas being a little more lethal than what the hero, and roll model to children everywhere, would employ.

Sara's amber eyes rolled around in her head, to better follow Kaz in his gymnastic. Only moving her head up, when her eyes couldn't posibly roll up in her head anymore, without rolling up behind her upper eye lids. "You couldn't just land. Could you."

When Kaz started checking out the weapons, Sara mentally shook herself. Thankful that she'd remembered to make sure both were unloaded. Yeah. That might be a funny reason to have to explain a hole in her new dufle bag.

"Hmm. Multi-functional or less likely replacement parts. I haven't seen anything quite like this before now.”

ok. So she had an chance to prove something now. "That one's an XM8" Sara said with a shrug. Trying to be indifferent and not sound anxious. Kaz moved for the other one and Sara studied his expression till he found the button that opened it, then fiddled with that specific mechanism. She swallowed getting rid of the tight feeling in the back of her throat. She didn't know what exactly she expected Kaz to know. Maybe some part of her wanted him to just snap his fingers and every part of the information that she was missing would come to her. He lived in the freakin' bat cave after all and stories where people lived in the bat cave, were supposed to work out that way, but Noooo. This was real life. Things could never be so happily easy. "and that one is the FMG9-.. .. .."

Kaz shifted.

It wasn't something Sara expected. The surprise caused Sara to stiffen and her heart speed up. hitting her with a little extra adrenaline that kept her even more on edge. She only let herself be rooted to the spot for a second or two, before making her feet move. She chose to observe Kaz and his sniffing out of the corner of her eye. mean while she allowed herself to admire the rest of the room, Again.

"I don't know much about illegal weapon deals or what, if anything, I could find out. I could run these by the R&D department and see what they think but... I didn't think the small one was real at first, but they both have been fired, I'd say sometime recently too, could be wrong on that though."

"That's why I chose to see you." Sara's right ear flicked a little in annoyance. "I remembered you boasting about your DEs. From what I understand, I've only seen normal ammunition used. Hurt like normal too. These guns were being used by assassins that were sent to kill a friend of mine. I was going to question the hired assassins personally, but everyone in custody has either been killed or killed them selves." Meaning that they were either professionals or people caught so deep in the mess, that they couldn't be let go. Expendable and/or stupid..

"A few months ago, I took the larger gun off of a group of men who attacked my friend. We were interupted while we were at work at a security test house." Sara had managed to pick up a job from Luke Jacobs as a security consultant. The test house was used to test Luke's latest security divices.

"The tiny one was taken off of a gang yesterday, after they shot up a cafe while trying to Kill this same friend. There are a dozen or so more in police Custody at the police station." Sara paused for a moment. Kaz had shifted back to his normal self... as much as you could call Kaz normal, and Sara's shoulders relaxed. "Without the assassins to tell me who's hiring them, I'm left looking for where the weapons came from, and looking for a list of customers."

"You couldn't just land. Could you." Kaz looked at Sara with a bored expression, as if what she was saying were so insignificant he didn't know if he should answer. "I could have yes. But I was in the middle of a work-out. Understand now?" Obviously he decided to comment.

"XM FM whatever. I didn't ask what they were." At least, that is what he wanted to say, instead he just gave her a slight nod and 'hmm' of an okay. He didn't miss Sara's reaction when he shifted, how she moved to take him out of her line of sight, for the most part. Kaz didn't really find that to be very smart, but she did have confidence in herself so perhaps she felt safe as long as she wasn't looking directly at him? Did he leave that much of an impression on her, scarred her? <Good.> He thought to himself.

He listened to Sara explained the events and goings on concerning the two weapons and how she came into possession of them. "The failures kill themselves or were killed hmm... while in police custody. That could be disturbing to some, there's probably someone on the inside that got to them." He moved to one of the lockers in the wall. After unlocking it and opening it, he pulled out a 9mm semi-auto pistol and picked out a clip of thermal rounds. Kaz rounded on Sara quickly and fired, but not at her, a the window a good distance over her head. The end of the pistol was smoking, but the glass of the window and melted and caught the rest of the window on fire. An extinguisher lowered from the ceiling and put the fire out before the steel plate lowered and covered the window. "That is just one type of specialty round we've developed. You said all you have now is to find out where these came from. What about connections to the intended victim?" Kaz put the gun away and locked up the locker. "By the way, who was the target?"

"I could have yes. But I was in the middle of a work-out. Understand now?"

Really gooooood move Sara. She thought to herself. Go asking for help and insult the man. Obviously the filter between her mind and her mouth needed to be rechecked. "Yes." She was the one invading on Kaz's time and territory. Not the other way around and the thought he'd been merly showing of was forcefully pushed to the back of her mind.

As far as the not looking at Kaz thing, yeah ok some of it might be out of fear... a little tiny bit of it. But think about it. you don't look a stronger more aggressive animal in the eye, and Sara was confident in her other senses, enough, to let herself wonder. At least to the point of confidence where she would have the same warning time, as if she were looking at Kaz.

Speaking of witch.

Sara was just admiring a set of chucks on the adjacent wall. The audible click of loading a gun pulled her attention away from the thought of the smells mingling in the prison. The thought of someone on the inside wasn't a completely new idea, but the latest set of problems were so new. maybe that's why she came here with the problem. Because last time, even when she had been the one sneaking into his home, he was still up for making suggestions.

Now. about the click of the gun. There's a reason why you always hear the click of a gun in movies during very intense scenes. It's an incredibly creepy sound. Especially for those of us who have so recently nearly been killed by one when it shot her in the head. kaz was fast, but, as long as Sara kept her head, he'd have to shift to keep up with Sara's speed. Even with the gun.

The gun's movement was headed in her general direction, and before Kaz leveled at his target, Sara's upper body turned, suddenly at attention. leaning to her left, with a side step in one swift smooth movement that carried her a step closer and so that she wasn't between Kaz, and.... the window.

Sara's shoulders and head flinched as the sound from the gun fire hit her ears like a jack hammer and her ears flicked back to press against her hair. Her jaw held tight. Shooting Kaz a 'If Looks could kill' glare. "Luke Jacobs." Normally Sara would have a problem with sharing too much information but this was already being flashed around the news. "And we've got a few theories but that's all they are at the moment."

Sara rubbed her right ear as it started twitching again. massaging that part of her head as the pain from the lowed noise eased away. "Does the use of a silencer, or issuing some type of warning mean anything to you?"

Her tail flicked. "Luke recently took over his own company and he came out into the open about being a mutant. So we're probably either looking for a former board member, or a group of norms wealthy enough to take mutant hating to more of an extreme level." Sara chanced a look behind her as the warehouse finished it's little show about putting it's own fires out and covering the window. Kaz wasn't getting another forty bucks for that one.

"I'm leaning more towards the idea of a former business acquaintance." Sara started slowly wondering around again.

Kaz only gave Sara a slight nod of approval when she responded with slightly meek sounding 'Yes'. He was glad she understood, though it was also true that he had been showing off. And why not? He was at home, in his own element, and he was completely confident in himself and his abilities, mutation wise or not. It never really hurt to show that quality and make it a fresh memory in her mind.

Just the slight click of the gun was enough to set Sara off. Not that she seemed to move to stop or even kill him, but he had given her almost no time and no warning yet she still moved quickly. The gunfire seemed to get answers from the feline quickly and quite to the point. He couldn't help but smirk just a bit before she spoke. "Luke Jacobs...," He knew that name, but from where? Then it hit him, oh yes, he definitely remembered.

His ears rang just slightly, he had gotten use to the sound and learned to prepare and tone it out, but she didn't seem to have. "I don't really care. So, No, they don't mean anything to me."

Kaz listened to Sara explain the quick and dirty of what happened with Luke and her ideas. "I'm going to go out on a limb and guess that Luke is alright, for the time being at least." Kaz followed Sara for a few moments as he rolled the information through his mind. "I won't rule out the possibility, but I think the business track is probably more correct. I can't see normal people, even fanatic anti-mutant people getting their hands on those." Kaz moved forward and picked up the bag, "Common up." He said before he took the stairs up to the living room.

Once there he laid the contents on the large coffee table and went to his room to grab a few things. When he returned he laid a ruler on the table and began to snap a few shots of the guns and their accessories. Kaz slipped a bluetooth over his ear and dialed Lucas Ericsen.

"Good day S," Kaz cut the man off almost instantly, "Secure the line." The man other the other end was silent while he did exactly that without hesitating. Kaz heard a disturbance in the line but refrained from speaking until Lucas did.

"Line Secure Sir."

"Good. I'll be faxing you a few pictures here shortly. You made need the help of Cerberus with this." Kaz heard a sharp intake of breath from Lucas as he hooked up the camera to the fax machine and began to fax the images directly to the man. Kaz looked at Sara to make sure he was saying it correctly, "Apparently I have a XM8 and a FMG9 in my possession. I need all the information you have or can get on these. Where they were developed, their specs, who produces them and where. Who and where and they distributed."

Kaz could hear the shuffling of paper on the other end and Lucas fumbling with them. "Sir, I can tell you now th,"

"That they shouldn't be on the streets? That's what I was thinking. I figured it'd be under the table black market type deal. Do whatever you have to find out what I need, as quickly as you can. Fax what info you have over right away and anything new you might find, however irrelevant it seems. Keep me posted Lucas. I'm counting on you."

"I understand completely." He truly did, Kaz's tone of voice left no room to question how important and vital the information was. Even if that hadn't been the case, Kaz's next words cinched it for him.

"One last thing Lucas." Kaz paused as he double checked with himself. " Use Hydra if you need to." And hung up the phone. On the other end Lucas wiped a bead of sweat from his brow. Hydra was ATLAS' and Cerberus' own Black Ops Secret Service, similar to CIA, KGB, FBI. When they needed something done with no one the wiser, stopping company secrets from falling into the hands of others or getting information from other developers or even on occasion FBI and CIA, they activated Hydra.

Kaz took his bluetooth off and looked at Sara while he began putting the items on the table away. "Sara," His tone was cold and steely. "If you ever repeat or even hint to anyone what you just heard, I will kill you in the most brutal, torturous, slow and painful way possible." He turned to look at her when things were put away. "Do we have an understanding." His face was dead serious, there was no room to even imagine he was exaggerating in the least, and that he would stick to his promise.

"I don't really care. So, No, they don't mean anything to me."

Sara's eyes narrowed more on him, for a moment. Then dropped her eye contact as she began wondering and he followed. Now that just figured. Especially coming from a callus, careless son-of-a-

"I'm going to go out on a limb and guess that Luke is alright, for the time being at least."

Oh sure. interrupt Sara's thought pattern at that one point. "He is at the mansion, last I checked." Sara wasn't sure how much of an answer that really was but the mansion was a safer place than his office building. "He's supposed to have a meeting with other x-men about this problem, today."

Sara's head bobbed in agreement with Kaz's own theory that basically repeated her own. Then followed him up the stairs where she made herself comfertable on the closest couch. Sitting on an arm rest with a throw pillow she'd found on the seat next to her, pressed against her lap, under her arms. Mean while Kaz made himself very busy with the whole snapping pictures of the weapons, and the use of the camera. A moment later, Sara was listening in on the conversation he was having with a man he let call him sir, on the other side of the line.

Shot in the dark or not Kaz certainly made himself a useful resource to her. Sara made a mental note of that fact should she have trouble later. She recognized that he was trying to do a lot for her, and she'd maybe seen the man three times before now, in her entire life.

"One last thing Lucas. Use Hydra if you need to."

Sara's eyes had been on the guns on the table but the way Kaz said the word Hydra, or name as it seemed to be, her ears flicked forward and her eyes glanced up at Kaz. Brow furrowed slightly in question.

"Sara, If you ever repeat or even hint to anyone what you just heard, I will kill you in the most brutal, torturous, slow and painful way possible."

Then why talk so freely about Hydra in the first place? let alone hold a phone conversation in front of an individual with highly developed hearing. Sara was silent for a moment as frustration in side her began to build a little.

"Do we have an understanding."

She should tell Kaz off and start cussing him out or something. Just for the principle of him thinking he could hold Sara to a threat like this. ok so technically he could but still this was principle... Principle damn it!

Then another thought edged it's way into her mind and Sara blinked. Reworking the thought in her mind it was almost like a large weight was lifted visually off of her shoulders. "Huhh" Kaz might now be providing her with another way out should she loose herself while working with Slate. Because being controlled wasn't something she wanted to live with. Weather she knew it was happening or not. "First off you could have completely avoided the threats by asking me to leave the room. I'd do it, especially since you're helping me above and beyond what I asked for." Sara had some of the information he had requested for her already, but having another source didn't hurt for double checking.

"Secondly, I'm not one to tell secrets with out a really good reason. I understand that you are probably protecting things that are linked to this but your actions make me wonder exactly how overly confident are you in your self? You don't actually know me, so how many people have you talk about this in front of, then issued the same threat? As far as killing me, oh well that's fine and dandily-good. Because if I were to tell someone and go blabbing secrets then that's not being myself. I don't want to not be myself." Sara was talking in a very matter of fact tone. Not backing down, and not necicarily trying to attack Kaz. Though her next words might sound that way.

"Now you need to understand something. If you really do feel the need to kill me, I highly suggest you don't even let me see it coming. If you kill me in such a way that I feel that scorned, I will come back, and I'm not going to have anything holding me back and I will return the favor." It's not that Sara wanted to die at all. Quite the opposite, she wanted to live very badly, however the condition of her living was very important to her. At the same time, she did have a way of coming back. she now worked with Tarin, in the Kabal. Becoming a team member of the inner circle that put them closer to slate, and closer to the danger, should he, himself, become twisted from the peace he wanted to bring. There for, with Sara's connection to Tarin, her threat wasn't empty at all. "Now then. I have an understanding if you have an understanding."

Kaz listened to Sara give her two cents as they stood in the living room. Kaz was pulled in three directions, the first to sigh and think she was being stupid and dismiss what she said all together, the second to get a little irritated and a bit angry at her, and the third to laugh. He did the third option. It came off as a mix of a belly laugh, a chuckle, and a 'you think you're smart and funny, but you're really pathetic' laugh.

"Apparently you've forgotten what happened when you broke in here. I tested your sense of hearing and sight, not to mention your durability, which surprised me. If I had asked, or told you to go into the other room, it wouldn't have stopped you from hearing what I said. Hell, I doubt even being a floor below would have done the trick." Kaz leaned against the back of the EZ-Chair. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but you've got some pretty sharp senses, at least on par with mine."

"Having you here basically in front of me while on the phone, I had a chance to observe you. 'Going above and beyond what you asked for'. That's exactly it right there. Would you have known that if you hadn't been right here while I did so? Maybe. Will this help you put it in perspective and appreciate it more than you would otherwise? My gut says yes." His tone dropped and became cold as he looked at the bag on the table. "I'll tell you I don't like the thought of those things being on the street. Even less if they're being used against mutants."

"You're the only person, not directly involved, knows about any of that." He motioned to the fax machine, which had chosen that moment to begin spitting out pages of information on warm sheets of paper. "So you'd be the first I've given the consequence 'speech' to. Don't you feel lucky, hehe." He moved to collect the papers, "Oh, but don't think I haven't threatened death to others before. If you want to look them up I can give you their names, and where they're buried." As he began to look through the papers he said calmly without looking up. "Something you have to understand, there's a difference between overconfidence and knowing."

He held the info out towards Sara, "Here. That's what we've got so far. Where they, or ones like them in the case of the small one is concerned, were designed. They're not too far ahead of the curve, but they are definitely not suppose to be in production. A few test models here and there sure, but nothing big. Towards the bottom is a list of all the places that may have the capabilities to produce them while staying 'under the radar' so to speak."

"As for who dun'it or who's behind it, I'd start leaning heavily on whoever had the means and motivation, and who was the most burned by what Luke did."

Sara did a one shoulder shrug when Kaz laughed at her. She knew exactly what she was capable of, and she knew what her friends and allies were capable of. what he thought really didn't matter. She warned him. that was it. Anny ways, Kaz didn't catch Sara as the type of person to do something to her, unless she did something that triggered his actions, first.

"Apparently you've forgotten what happened when you broke in here."

"No, I haven't. but apparently you like reminding me." Exactly how many times had he brought up the last time Sara was here? She was annoyed by the comments when they first came. He was just plane enjoying the fact that he could and would beat the crap out of her, and it ticked her off.

" I tested your sense of hearing and sight, not to mention your durability, which surprised me."

The term durability made her feel like a test product for children's Tupperware. Well good for him. Glad she was able to surprise him in some way. and was Kaz done? Nope! no he was not. "You mean you tested me, after your Warehouse was done." Sara might still be just a little sore about that... Just a little.

If I had asked, or told you to go into the other room, it wouldn't have stopped you from hearing what I said. Hell, I doubt even being a floor below would have done the trick. Correct me if I'm wrong, but you've got some pretty sharp senses, at least on par with mine."

"you're right." Sara said. Her amber colored eyes staring right back at Kaz. She wasn't happy and was growing more frustrated by the minute. "But if I was a floor down, or what ever, I wouldn't of heard the other voices reaction, or what he had to say." Actually given the chance, Sara could probably recognize the other voice, now, should she ever meet up with him, or listen to another phone call. Though that should be able to go unsaid, now.

"Having you here basically in front of me while on the phone, I had a chance to observe you.

Sara humphed and tail twitched.

Would you have known that if you hadn't been right here while I did so? Maybe. Will this help you put it in perspective and appreciate it more than you would otherwise? My gut says yes."

Sara's arms tightened around the throw pillow in her lap. One eye brow raised as if to say Oh really and just because Kaz expected her to be more thankful, and had the gull to tellher, she decided strictly against it. "Just stroking your own ego, Huhh." Kaz was really a strange one. He could help her and insult her all in the same moment, like Luke. One difference there. Luke didn't do it on purpose.

"I'll tell you I don't like the thought of those things being on the street. Even less if they're being used against mutants."

Sara's eye dropped from Kaz's. It was the longest she'd been looking at him since she arrived and the pointed glare probably wasn't something to help her. Instead glaring at the duffel bag was something she could actually make her mind focus on. "To be fair, while the target was Luke, in the coffee shop, they also shot humans. Two of witch died. One at the scene, one at the hospital. Others are in critical condition and in and out as things tend to classically go with medical stuff."

Sara had thought about visiting some of the people, but she didn't exactly like hospitals. Too many old memories. Maybe it was her fear that kept her away from places like that.

"You're the only person, not directly involved, knows about any of that."

Sara glanced back at Kaz again, trying not to glare. One furry eye brow raised above the other. Mean while her ear flicked in the direction of the fax machine.

"So you'd be the first I've given the consequence 'speech' to. Don't you feel lucky, hehe."

"Not really"

"Oh, but don't think I haven't threatened death to others before. If you want to look them up I can give you their names, and where they're buried. Something you have to understand, there's a difference between overconfidence and knowing."

"No need to tell me where they're buried, though I might still strike up a conversation with them, should the opportunity ever arise." yeah. Sara knew she might be sounding crazy again, but Kaz was asking for it. Again she knew very well that it was possible to talk to the dead. For some, it was easier than others and she liked giving off the 'I've seen dead people' vibe. Especially when it was true. "Oh, and I'm sure you don't fall into the over confidence category at all." Sara's voice dripped with sarcasm.

Sara took the offered piece of paper and her eyes instantly softened as she read over it. There was new information here, and there was also information that Sara already had. Not that she was going to tell Kaz that. It he was still going to judge her on how she was, almost, a year ago, then so be it. She might as well keep her tricks up her sleeves.

"As for who dun'it or who's behind it, I'd start leaning heavily on whoever had the means and motivation, and who was the most burned by what Luke did."

Sara sighed. Again she felt like Kaz was covering old ground with information and suggestions, but the fact that he was bringing information and suggestions that had already been found, or thought of, made Sara feel better. It meant that, logically, her and Luke, and who ever else was headed on this mission. were going on the right track.

Sara's eye flicked up at Kaz, then back at the pages as she flipped through to the next. "looks like I get to try flying again." Something she was truly miserable while doing. Just ask the people who ran Slate's private jet, and Cold steals left arm. She skimmed over the information on the next pages, flipping back and forth for a minute. Reading and rereading a few choice paragraphs and lists as she tried to put some things to memory. This Hydra thing really did work fast.

Kaz could tell his words were affecting Sara, irritating her. He couldn't help but enjoy it, he found it quite fun and entertaining. "You know what they say about history, know and learn from it so you don't repeat it." He lifted an eyebrow and said in an oddly light tone, "But we sure as hell don't follow that much do we." Sara seemed to be acting fairly defensive about what happened, "No. I mean I tested you. My security could have, and would have if I hadn't intervened, killed you. When you cut your way in, I took over. Remember the lack of lights, the red aiming lasers, the sounds, and stairs. Do you really think an automated system like that needs an aiming dot? You were affected by the sounds more than a human or most mutants would have been, and you found your way to the stairs by just the light of the sights. So again, I tested you. This," He waved one dismissive hand at the warehouse, "Was just the tool I used to do it."

Kaz had to laugh at Sara's ego comment, to which he began stroking an imaginary pet. "You could say that, though why not? It does make yourself feel mighty good now and then. Maybe you should try it sometime."

Humans had been injured and killed in the crossfire. He didn't know how he felt about that one. On one hand, they were humans, and he didn't care for them much, but on the other, it was pointless. Kaz shrugged very slightly and slowly, "I've killed plenty of humans so you can tell that's not really a big deal to me, though the fact that they had absolutely nothing to do with this, as far as we know, does irritate me. There's no point in involving them. They weren't guards trying to stop you, they weren't obstacles, only a small physical one, those guns would have made short work of them." Kaz sighed heavily. "I hate pointless deaths like that. I'm only thankful that it wasn't more full of mutants."

"Oh really?" Both eyebrows went up quickly. "That'd be something I'd like to see. Hell I'd love to chat with a couple of them myself, hahaha. And you're right, no overconfidence." He beamed at her confidently.

Kaz followed Sara's eyes to the papers then back to her as she spoke. "I take it you're not fond of flying then? Bad experiences?" He asked curiously. He didn't fly often, but when he did, he had his own means of transportation.

Sara's right ear twitched in irritation. The fact that Kaz knew he was getting the better of her frustrations. She really didn't need reminding about the points Kaz was making about his warehouse. She'd come to terms a year ago with the fact that Kaz could have killed her many times that day and didn't. The fact that he'd been able to stab her punch her choke her and tie her up was simply beside the point. "I used the front door this time, Didn't I?" Sara said as a response to the fact of history repeating it's self. Her eyes flicked up off of the paper that was in front of her nose to look at him for only a second before they were back on the papers again.

"You could say that, though why not? It does make yourself feel mighty good now and then. Maybe you should try it sometime."

"I bet it gets you into trouble sometimes. hopefully I'll be there one of those times." The corner of Sara's mouth twitched up and oddly she felt herself start to relax now that the subject, at least for now, wasn't on how she was messing up, and the things she could do wrong, and his stupid tests, that oddly she felt like she should retake because the way her senses worked, seemed to have changed.

"I've killed plenty of humans so you can tell that's not really a big deal to me, though the fact that they had absolutely nothing to do with this, as far as we know, does irritate me. There's no point in involving them. They weren't guards trying to stop you, they weren't obstacles, only a small physical one, those guns would have made short work of them."

"I hate pointless deaths like that. I'm only thankful that it wasn't more full of mutants."

Sara kept most of the comments that floated around her head, to herself. "It really makes little difference to me, what someone is, but what I care about is who. It's fine that we disagree here, but the fact that anyone, at all, was caught in the cross fire concerns me because this group, whoever they are, gained some power through fear." Sara finally set the pieces of paper down, thankful to have them and to be able to read them herself this time. On again off again blindness sucked.

She sat back down on the chair and dropped the stack of papers down on the coffee table in front of her. "I've been in a couple of bad situations and while, yes, there were humans playing the bad guys, there were mutants as well. Even at the camps a year ago. Sure they had to wear cuffs and collars as well, but many of them took just as much pleasure out of what was going on." She was talking to Kaz but her eyes never left the papers on the coffee table. She'd rather lost herself in thought about the camps, then the possible people involved. She wondered if mutants could be involved in this too, or not.

"I take it you're not fond of flying then? Bad experiences?"

"Claustrophobia." Sara said rather absentmindedly. "That and I hate the feeling of moving without having control of my movement."

"Yes you did Sara, I suppose I should give credit where credit is due." He said as he waved his hand somewhat dismissively. "Trouble?" Her comment gave him a slight pause. "I can't remember once when my ego got me in trouble. I suppose it is a possibility and I've just forgotten." He shrugged, it wasn't especially important. "But who knows, if it does happen at some point, you may be there. This city seems to get smaller and smaller every day. I wouldn't be surprised if we ran into each other more often." Smiling a bit he let out a short lived 'huff' of a laugh.

Kaz watched the feline across from him as she voiced her thoughts and opinions. What surprised him, no, not surprise, she did something he wasn't use to. She disagreed with him, but instead of saying he was wrong, or his thoughts and opinions were incorrect and needed to change to suit hers, she agreed to disagree. "If you think about it, it's not just power in an abstract sense of the word. Whether the attack was suppose to kill Luke or just to scare him, now they could be in a position to force his hand. He may be playing into their hand, stepping into a trap so to speak."

Kaz walked over to the fridge and pulled out MGD, popped the cap and took a long pull from the cold bottle. He wasn't a great fan of beer, preferring hard liquor, but it did have a nice relaxing quality to it when chilled to just above freezing. "If this was a failed attempt, then, just a guess here, I think whoever is the one behind it, will make mistakes maybe even act too quickly. If this is what they wanted, y'all could very well be screwed."

After another pull, "Though I feel I need to explain something, as it seems you didn't understand what I meant. Even though we seem to have a large mutant population in NYC, and it's growing, not just hear but everywhere, the world population of mutants is pretty small. I can't give you numbers of course so it's just my thoughts. The way I think of it, for every mutant that dies, it's like having a hundred thousand humans die or so. Do ya get what I mean and why I said what I did?" If she did or didn't, it wasn't that big of a deal, he had just felt he needed to explain his thoughts on the matter.

Kaz couldn't argue nor add anything to her own semi-private thoughts. He couldn't agree more with her. Good and bad, to Kaz there was no such thing. No one, human or mutant, except for perhaps those extremely rare individuals, was wholy good or bad, just those that lean one way or another, as well as those that drifted in the middle like himself.

"I wouldn't know. Never much worried about enclosed places. I can understand about the lack of control though. I don't have that issue, no matter how I travel. It's comforting to know I'm always in control one way or another."

"Yes you did Sara, I suppose I should give credit where credit is due."

You know. That tone he put in his voice really didn't need to be there. Ok so Sara had sort of been asking for it, but still. Was it really that much of a big problem? From the way Kaz's house smelled in it's cleanliness, and it's lack of long term smells, Sara assumed he didn't keep a lot of long term company, and when he wasn't pissing Sara off, trying to rearrange her gutts, being a smart tail side, choking her out, or tieing her up, he wasn't that hard to.. .. .. have a conversation with. .. ..

"yadayadayada.. .. .. This city seems to get smaller and smaller every day. I wouldn't be surprised if we ran into each other more often."

"True. The Valentines ball, the book store opening.. .. .." Where Sara had trapped her tail in the revolving door. The offending appendage twitched at her heals as if mocking her both in her memory, and in the present.

As kaz went on, Sara stared at the pages on the coffee table. He was right and some how, part of Sara felt defeated. Even though some of it was close to thoughts that she'd had, she'd forced herself not to think of them in that much of an extreme. As if ignoring the possibility, was going to keep them from happening. Honestly it was stupid to think of things that way and at the same time, Sara hates those thoughts.

Kaz moved to the fridge, and as as Sara heard the refrigerator opened, and the the smells of it's contents teased Sara's senses. She stood up for a moment, only to walk around the arm of the couch, and flop herself over the couches arm, so her back was resting on the couch cushion, Sara's head was dangling slightly off of the cushion, and her legs crossed and dangled over the head rest. Sara sat upside down. At least this way she wasn't staring at the papers anymore. Nope. Now Sara had the ceiling to stare at instead.

"I understand where you're coming from. It's true that we're still rare, but I still believe it shouldn't matter." Was the fact that Kaz thought mutants numbers were so low, the reason that he hadn't killed her before? She shrugged to herself placing her hands behind her head to rest like a pillow. The question wasn't really all that important, because things seemed to be going fine now. "We came from humans, genetically. Our genetic makeup isn't that far off from theres that we can't breed with them, and if humans and mutants, so far, breed, their offspring, is fertile as well. Humans have it in their genetic makeup, to mutate. It's just that most of the human population's genetic makeup hasn't decided to do that yet. Either that or adapt." She'd heard this speech hundreds of times growing up, when fresh meat entered the old labs.

"Somehow, your abundance of control and comfort doesn't surprise me." The throw pillows that Sara kept picking up, should say that alone. Sara knew quality when she was around it. Even if it was just the quality of fabric. "So if your people are able to find more information with, Hydra," That was what you called it right? "How much longer will it take?"