Meld was hating the horrible eye patch all ready and she hadn't even been wearing it for an hour. She hated its necessity, the fact that very soon she would be collared like a common criminal with a collar that would shock her every time she tried to use her powers. Thankfully most of her flesh melds were more or less passive in nature and thus proof against said shocks, but her electronic eye was a different matter. It saw in ways that no normal eyes, or at least no normal human eyes, were supposed to be able to see and thus there were concerns about being shocked every time she looked out it. That was why she had the eye patch now. Her tail eye had a similar problem, but it was easier to keep closed. Not that she could really put a patch on the end of her tail anyway, even if she wanted to.

Aside from the patch, Meld also had 2 trackers hidden on her metal limbs. One was set in such a way that it would not be easily knocked off; she would keep that one one for as long as it took to infiltrate the mutant internment camps and, hopefully, free the mutants within. The other was going to be placed, if she got the opportunity, on the transport vehicle that would bring her to the camps. Hopefully the intel would be enough for the mutant underground to find the camps and free all the mutants captured within. Good pay or not, that was her top priority; getting thos unfortunate mutants freed.

Only moments ago Meld had been let out of a truck just at the edge of a populated area. She was used to dealing the the shadowed alleys that accompanied any big city and, for the time being, remained hidden in her corner. The trick was going to be exactly how to become noticed and captured without being too noticed. After all, she wanted to be imprisoned not killed and she had a feeling if she simply started murdering people, only those proven to have anti-mutant tendencies of course, that the authorities would shoot first and ask questions later. Or not at all, as the case was.

With that in mind, Meld decided that vandelism would be the best way to go. Cause destruction without causing loss of life and emotions wouldn't get the better of those trying to capture her. Hopefully they would collar her and drag her to wherever it was that the camps were located. Nice and simpl. Unfortunately things were rarely quite that simple, but one could hope right?

It wasn't a difficult decision to figure out how to get the authorities attention and once the decision was made it was even simpler to go through with it. Meld was, after all, designed for killing and destruction. Blades built for causing as much damage as possible to living flesh could easily be adapted to cause damage to physical buildings. Not quite as satisfying, perhaps, but still effective.

Once prepared, and preperation really didn't take long, Meld exited her alley and entered a more public commercial square. Around her were many buildings, mostly small storefronts, and even more people. Meld targetted the nearest building. She couldn't tell what it was, exactly, not being fluent in the local language. In the barest moment she smashed the store window. Metal was very effective at smashing glass.

In the minutes to follow Meld smashed several more storefront windows. People around her began to panick, she could hear them screaming and cursing and pointing in her direction. The fear was visceral, she could almsot taste it. And yet not a one of them tried to stop her or even come anywhere near her. It would, she knew, only be a short time until the proper authorities came to halt her rampage and at that time she would be imprisoned and her true mission would begin in ernest.

Meld was almost surprised at the amount of damage that she was able to cause in such a short amount of time. Death was something she was familiar with, she knew how much blood she could shed and how long it would take her, but this was different. This was wanton destruction with no purpose but to attract the attention of the people who's attention she desired, even if those people wouldn't be very smart to attract. No, not smart but certainly necessary. There was a certain freedom in being able to destroy as she was, to simply get out all of her pent up anger upon buildings and glass. So rarely did she truly allow herself that freedom.

Although Meld wasn't poastive exactly how much time had passed since she began her rampage she knew it couldn't have been long. 5 minutes, 10, maybe 15, no longer than that. Eventually, however, the inevitable happened and she heard the sirens that were followed by incomprehensible demands to, probably, halt what she was doing. She ignored them; she couldn't make it too easy for them, couldn't allow them to know that she was intending to be captured. It had to seem authentic so that no one would suspect her deception.

Yelling, in short order, gave way to running. Several men ran towards Meld, rods in hand. She halted and turned to confront them. The first man finally made came close enough to lash out at and she struck him down with her metal tail, opting not to use its blades quite yet. After all, she wanted to be captured not killed. The second and third man reached her, jabbing her with their metal rods. Probably they were some manner of shock rods, though she couldn't know for certain. Her eyes told her they struck her, her flesh felt nothing. And so she acted, falling to the ground and clutching her side where it touched her. Her acting wasn't very good, she had never had to act in such a manner before but hopefully it would be enough.