The youth padded across the room on his hands and feet, quickly moving across the ceiling of the room, naked. To be fair he blended in perfectly with the pristine white ceiling. The building was fantastically put together, seemingly custom made for a mutant like him, spiraled access to the whole building made a wall crawler like him at home. His nudity was a boon as well, where the security cameras were concerned, for this particular youth could easily change the color of his flesh to match the surface that he crossed, or just about any color he pleased for that matter. He had been in the Solomon R.Guggenheim museum for the majority of the day scoping out and casing the place. He had already found a place to hide the large cases that would make the transportation of artwork possible. He calmly made his way to the first painting to be “collected” his target was one of the fathers of cubism Georges Barque and his five pieces currently contained in the quiet tomb of artwork.

The first piece was gently lifted off of the wall with one hand and a censor was quickly covered with a piece of duct tape. And ever so gently placed in the first panel of the custom case for the five paintings it was designed specifically for the pieces made ahead of time. And so the oracular “The Clarinet” was placed and secured, he then padded silently over to the next pair “Piano and mandola” and “Violin and Palette” both pieces were the same shape and size and slide into the protective panels with ease. The duct tape that covered the motion sensors was in place and made with ease. The next pieces were across the room and Koga was about to make his way across the room when he saw the light of a flashlight slide lazily across the wall. A security guard was making rounds but not aware of him. his brows furrowed as he pulled the case to his back and tucked his arms in the straps that made it appear like an overly large, overly thin back pack. The naked youth backed up against the wall and the up it, to the crook of where wall meets ceiling. The fool of a security guard walked right past each of the glaringly empty spots of Braque’s paintings.

It was men like him that his master sent him after these great works, nothing was appreciated until it was taken away. The guard would learn the lesson when he was relieved of his relaxed job. He walked around the room slowly looking at his phone and swiping a badge to signify he made the round. He exited the room and so Koga slide down the wall and sprinted across the room. Packing away the final two “Landscape near Antwerp” and “the bowl of grapes”, each piece gently but quickly put away and secured in the case. His placid expression remained in place as he crawled out of the third level and up to the fourth and then the fifth, over the rail across the floor and up the wall, over the ceiling and to the glass above. A glass cutter from a medium panel was removed and slide on to the top. He had to cut a big hole to ensure that the case would fit through as well. He slide on to the roof and dashed through the cold air and rushed to the bundle of clothing, he set the case down with tender care and then put on layer after layer of dark clothing to try to fight of the cold. Once dressed he slide the case on his back and ran down the wall. once on the ground he sprinted hard and fast at the corner two blocks away he slide on to a dark Kawasaki ninja. He revved the engine and disappeared down the road with reckless speed. His lithe form hugged the chassis of the motorcycle attempting to garner as much heat off of it as possible. His destination, the home of Master.

Saph had decided that tonight was going to be a more laid back, less deadly night. In a city filled with crime, he was one of the few that jumped the red tape and took matters into his own hands. While it was good to step into the shoes of the judge, jury, and executioner to those who have already damned themselves, but were maybe just a little too far out of the reach of the hand of the law, it was also good to take things easy; aim at the smaller, but no less dangerous of society's flaws.

Speeding. Speeding was deadly; it certainly killed more people than gun violence per year. On the other hand, the people who sped weren't murderers; they were simply in a hurry. Saph wasn't crazy; he didn't hand out death to those who didn't deserve it. He'd come up with a pretty good plan, though. He would hang out aside a road late at night that was notorious for speeders, and he would step out into the road when someone who was going way too fast came along. When they slammed on their breaks, and hit him a little, he would stay right there, walk up to the window, tell them speeding was dangerous, and let them drive off... It actually worked pretty well; he'd done it three times tonight already.

His arm tingled with energy. He could wait in dispensing it, though; his stores were only getting bigger and bigger... he could hold a lot more energy than he used to be able to. He wondered what he could take now... A plane maybe... that would be epic- VRROOOOOOOOOM.

The sound of a motor vehicle snapped him from his musings... It was something small... A bike? hah! Awesome. He would scare the crap out of them... He checked, though, to make sure they were speed- Jesus! this person must really have been in a hurry! They would kill someone at this speed! He had hurry to get into place, using a bit of force to jump in at the last second.

He embraced the feeling of the bike rocketing towards him; it's force tangible in his mind. He liked feeling fast things come toward him. He often closed his eyes to focus on the strange sense... it was as if his skin had reached out, and could touch things as it moved quickly... He couldn't feel things moving slow, and too many fast things kinda made him feel bad, but one object was... nice...

The bike was coming in; the rider wasn't going to be able to stop in time. Saph's hand reached up to meet the front of the bike, careful to touch the driver's hand as well... Draining force from both of them ensured that the driver wouldn't be flung forward at 70 miles per hour, and that the bike wouldn't actually be wrecked both at the same time... He didn't want to screw up people's things; just teach them a lesson.

As soon as the bike stopped, he turned and spoke in a harsh voice. This person had been driving way too fast; he wasn't going to be so short with his warning. "Way too fast, buddy... what if kids had been playing on the street, huh?" He looked up to the driver, waiting for a reaction. "You mighta killed someone." It was odd stopping someone with a helmet on.. He couldn't guage how freaked out they were... Oh well, his identity was just as sheilded by the spandex mask he wore... only he looked more dangerous, in his mind.

Koga’s solid black orbs narrowed as the pedestrian seemed to hurry to get in his way he tried to avoid him and would have too except at the last possible moment the insane man before him reached out and grabbed him. Koga initially braced for impact. But as he realized that he and the man had been miraculously unaffected, he calmed down and sat up, slowly confidently.

This was not on the master’s agenda. No it wasn’t in the plan at all. He tilted his head and helmet to the side as he tried to recognize the figure before him. His sharp mind bringing all the pertinent details of the man before up in his mind. If he was who he thought he was, then He was fond of this man, respected this man and yet that didn’t matter, he had orders to follow and Saphirus was in the way. Wait no, no crowbar, it couldn’t be him. Well that relieved any tension or possible guilt that might come up later. When he wasn’t under an impulse to do the bidding of master.

~~ "Way too fast, buddy... what if kids had been playing on the street, huh?" "You mighta killed someone."

“Kidsss ssshouldn’t be out thisss late, Kidsss ssshouldn’t be playing in the ssstreet. And asss far ass killing sssomeone, there isss ssstill plenty of time for that.” The young Asian mutant hissed from his reptilian tongue. He then vaulted backward off his bike, case still secure on his back. His hands went to his thighs and drew a couple of foot and a half long blades. The Teen took a martial stance awaiting the traffic cops first move.

Within seconds, the tables were turned. Saph had thought that this punk would just be freaked out, but he ended up the one surprised. That voice... those S's... No, It couldn't be.

Hell, Koga had just barely learned to drive a few months ago. He certainly wasn't the type to drive a bike way over the speed limit. Plus, he wouldn't threaten to kill someone, would he? The man vaulted from the bike, Saph both saw and felt it.. He was quick; Just about as fast a Koga. The older mutants hand snapped to his side as soon as he saw the blades pulled, but he didn't find what he was looking for...

Oh crap, he'd left the crowbar at home! The one night that he figured he wouldn't need it, he had to be attacked by what appeared to be an uncomfortably Koga-like motorcycle ninja. The one good thing was that the blades, and the intent to kill meant that this was definitely not Koga. Koga was a good kid; none of these things were things we would do. Saph gave a nod and put up his fists. "Think you're really something, huh? Learn those moves in ballerina school? You shoulda just apologized and driven off, pal. You're about to have a really bad day... Starting now!" Saph sent a kick at the bike, and put the force of half a speeding car into the blow. It was enough, The bike went flying the helmeted ninja's way.

Saph was already moving forward to throw a punch in case the bike missed, or the ninja dodged. He needed to end this quickly. Clearly the guy had a speed advantage; maybe he was part lizard just like Koga... it would explain the lisp.

~~~"Think you're really something, huh? Learn those moves in ballerina school? You shoulda just apologized and driven off, pal. You're about to have a really bad day... Starting now!"

Bastard!...that was not how the trash talking portion of things went, if you were going to ask questions you waited for answers, you didn’t simply start the fight! Party foul. But he also did him a favor by talking to much. Koga leapt into the air even as the bike was being kicked seeing what the man was potentially going for, he was however surprised by the effect it had on his Kawasaki. The motorcycle floated like a graceful dancer, twisting threw the air. Koga had little choice but to go with it. It was the same principle as taking a punch, move with it, without resistance and you will take the least damage. His feet smacked into the metal of the bike and stuck and he became part of the projectile that slide through the air. The contact by no means felt nice and the initial blow rattled his bones. he would however survive. He moved with the momentum crouching on the bike in mid air and then throwing himself from the object he propelled himself upward and landed on the traffic light above. His feet again clinging to the traffic signal with ease. His body hung there and he watched, he would allow the brute one more move before he went on the offense.

“You know for sssomeone who isss worried about ssspeedersss and the danger they presssent, you sssure don’t ssseem to mind becoming a danger yourself.”
He rocked back and forth. He bit his bottom lip to take his mind off the vicious pain swelling up in his right ankle. Not good. “You sssure you want to keep going down thisss road?” he taunted. Luckily for him, master hadn’t told him to eliminate any who opposed him, his only directive was to get the paintings and bring them home as quickly as possible. However the man below him was hampering his speed to do just that. He doubted that bike would be much use to him now.

Saph halted in his forward charge when he realized there wasn't anything to charge at. He watched as the man rode with the bike instead of dodging it... damn, he was good. He really wished he had his crowbar right about now; he could have tagged him while he landed, and called it a good day. Then again, something about this opponent told him that it might not have been that easy. Something about the way he moved was oddly familiar too... No, it couldn't be Koga, could it?

He hadn't seen the kid in a while... he could have... no. He refused to believe it. This was some other guy.

“You know for sssomeone who isss worried about ssspeedersss and the danger they presssent, you sssure don’t ssseem to mind becoming a danger yourself.”

Saph paused for a moment at that. Hmm... He did have a point. Saph even tended to speed. But, eh... well... that was beside the point.

"For someone who is about to get the beating of his life, you sure don't seem to mind digging a deeper hole for yourself." Saph walked over to the nearest manhole, reaching down, and pulling up the sewer top with all of his might. He hoisted the saucer of metal, and then spun, putting enough force into it to send it flying at a high speed, and then flinging it.

He didn't aim for the ninja, though, but at the light pole's base. With a loud crash, the pole was falling to the ground, it's base severed. "So, what are you doing that is so bad you're gonna pick a fight with me rather than get caught... It got something to do with that crap you got on your back?" He spoke, confident that the ninja would be able to pay attention during the attack; he had a feeling this guy was a pro.

That didn't matter, though, skilled or not, this guy was up to something, and Saph was going to stop him.

~~"For someone who is about to get the beating of his life, you sure don't seem to mind digging a deeper hole for yourself."

“yeah, you ssseem to be providing all the hole we need here, aren’t ya?”

Crap!...The motorcycle was big and bulky it wasn’t hard to figure out where to land it was bigger than him and carried him fairly easy…this disc was just going to shatter his bones….and great the guy was spinning as if his fricking super strength wasn’t enough.

Koga was ready to leap hoping to dodge the big metal disc…but then it was going somewhere else. “ I didn’t pick thisss fight, you were the one getting in my way.” Koga rode the traffic light all the way down, jumping off of it at the last possible moment.

“I’m thinking you are a bit delusssional, who ssstole and dessstroyed my property? That’d be you. Who tore open a man hole cover and decimated a traffic light? Again you. SSSo letsss sssee that’sss a misssdemeanor of ssspeeding, to one count of theft and three countsss of dessstruction to property. If you are ssstill ssseeing your ssself asss the hero here, you might want to take a breather.” Koga spoke as he twirled the blades that were back out from his hips…”

Pretty sssoon I am going to come in and cut you to bitsss. Letsss call it a night?”

If something didn’t give soon then this was about to get messy.

Saph ignored what the man said about him being in the wrong, here. Sure, it was reckless to stop people in cars the way he did, but he hadn't started this fight.

"The second you pulled two very illegal concealed weapons on me, you made this a fight. It's not my concern what gets broken because of your choice." Saph got into a sideways stance, his right side facing his opponent and his two blades. This guy was fast, yes, faster than him, but as long as he was able to keep his right half between his left half and the blades, he was fine. He didn't need to be the faster of the two to do that. Besides, this guy had no idea that his blades would be useless against half of his opponent's body. He could use that moment of surprise to attack. He had to admit, though, that this would be a lot easier if he had a weapon.

"I'm done talking. Bring it on. I'm gonna punch you so hard you won't have a lisp anymore." He figured the insult would agitate his foe, and an angered enemy wasn't a thinking enemy. An opponent who wasn't thinking right would be easy to pick off. Whether it worked or not, he didn't care. He would win this fight or he would die.

Lets hope it was be the first of the two.

~~~"The second you pulled two very illegal concealed weapons on me, you made this a fight. It's not my concern what gets broken because of your choice."

Koga returned with a light mocking laugh. Something clicked in his head, the voice, the way he shrugged off attacks, the affinity for spandex.

~~"I'm done talking. Bring it on. I'm gonna punch you so hard you won't have a lisp anymore."

“Saphirus, I am truly glad that you are no longer standing between me and my goal.”
He sincerely hoped that Saph couldn’t keep up, or master would have another puppet. Koga bowed slightly and pivoted on his feet to face the direction he was initially going. Sprinting as fast as he could and for someone that lived exercising like he did that was fast. He planned on ducking into the first alleyway he could.

He had about two hundred million in stolen paintings to deliver to a child stealing, mind controlling bastard.

Saphirus's heart skipped a beat as he heard his name. The ninja turned and ran off, and Saphirus hobbled after him as fast as he could. It helped a little that his opponent was favoring one leg over the other a little, but Saph was still no match for this man's speed on the straight away.

At this rate he would lose him! He couldn't lose him... Not just yet. He had to know... The older mutant reached down to the sidewalk and emitted a large chunk of the energy he had collected; instant rocks. He grabbed one of the larger chunks and screamed. "HEY!" And then he threw it with all of his might, putting the rest of his energy into it... He knew it wouldn't be enough to knock him out... but... Maybe he would find out for sure.

Koga was running for his life, depending on how Saphirus's day had already gone, or if he got hit by a train or subway or boulder or something, well then he might be getting cars and other oversized projectiles thrown at him.

He heard what sounded like a meteor crash into the pavement, and it couldn't have been a good sign. He heard Saph Shout.~~"HEY!"

Koga instinctively turned to his right and instantly saw stars... a sound near his feet was the remnants of his motor cycle helmet on the ground. he would have to remember to wear one of those more often his subconscious said seemingly out of context. He stumbled around for a few steps, his ability cycling his skin frantically trying to blend in with the background to hide from the predator that was hunting him. His eyes fell on his get away and his skinned turned taxi cab yellow. He took four awkward running steps forward and leapt into the air. His body slamming into and sticking to the cab belly down. The car was already speeding away...it was obvious that mutants were having a spat from the scene around them.


Not enough to knock him out....just enough to disorient him for a long car ride across the city. Helmets were a good thing...it was almost like he got to finish out the motorcycle wreck that would have happened if it hadn't been Saph and just a normal human instead.

Even with the pounding head ache and the disorientation, he could still hear the demands of the master, perhaps even more clearly than his own thoughts at the moment. Propelling him to find the quickest way to the bastards home.

Saph watched intently as the chunk of rock hit the helmet, causing it to shatter open and fly off.

The face he saw beneath it froze him in place. It was him. What was going on? Koga had never acted like that before. He didn't drive recklessly, he didn't carry suspicious packages, and he definitely didn't pull his blades on his friends. This wasn't like him. He watched him as he fell onto the cab and rocketed off. Was Koga one of the bad guys now?

Saph stood there for some time; there was no way he was gonna catch up to the young lizard mutant now. Once the car faded from sight, the older mutant turned to look around, catching sight of a beat up bike not far away. He wondered if it still run. Obviously Koga wouldn't be needing it any time soon.

Saph rode home on a beat up bike that made popping sounds every few seconds. Somehow, though, even getting the new ride didn't help his spirits at all. It seemed the world was running out of good guys.