Sara didn't notice him looking at her. she was distracted as what he'd been telling her became more and more of a reality. "Then don't preach to me." She said approaching the pair of men on the ground. The closest on lay in a heap on his stomach and Sara pushed him over with her foot. "Things just get so complicated so easily." That and doing things that were just under the law was always easier for Sara. The one honest job that Sara had ever been able to hold down wasn't even steady pay. Security consultant for Luke's Jacobs and Jacobs security. And even that job had depended on Sara's shady past. When someone looked the way that Sara looked, being a greater at Walmart wasn't exactly something that Sara could ever hope to achieve.

"If the crime were anything else, I might have been on their side." She said with a shrug. kneeling down, Sara pulled the man's hair out of his face. Breathing his scent in to see if she could recognize it. There was something familiar about him, but not his face. Glancing over to the other suspect, the same went for him. "I don't know their faces but I'm going to see if one of them was stupid enough to carry an ID with them while doing this."

The first was starting to wake up when Sara started rifling through his pockets.

“Fair enough. No more of the good word for you.”Pluto rattled off sarcastically, he didn’t mean to preach….or did he. She needed something to push her back into the light, yeah it was hard, but if you already operated in the shadow, you had leeway to do what really needed doing.

“Its true, but I think that is true in a lot of situations.” Pluto shook his head as she went on. “ Then oddly enough I am glad it wasn’t another crime. That might have been would have been painful, particularly to someone who could survive it.” If he recalled correctly she could heal… at the very least she was hardy.

Pluto closed in on the one after the first one started to try to fight his way past unconsciousness into the realm of those aware of their surroundings. His tail posed to knock out the second if he became a nuisance again. He picked the other up by the feet and shook him a little bit to empty his pockets, no wallet there. he dropped him harshly on the floor.

Sara shrugged, though there wasn't much of a reaction that she had for Pluto's sarcasm. Sara had no doubt that Pluto would have more to say about the subject. and it seemed she was right when he mentioned how things could have gotten painful if she could survive it. The corner of her mouth twitched up in the corner. "Does that mean you would have killed me if I didn't cooperate and didn't heal?" She asked in a sort of teasing way. It seemed she might have found a loop hole in little Pluto's ideals.

Pluto picked the first one up to shake his pockets out, and Sara pulled them inside out to make sure, before Pluto dropped him again. She'd felt sort of sorry for the guy... Sort of. One thing was for sure. When he did get up, he was going to have a head ache.

Sara turned her attention to the second perp. Sara shifted as she leaned over him. Eyes dilating just a little bit in her frustrations and mixing emotions. He hadn't sturred yet, but there was a chain tucked under the collar of his shirt. Sara pulled on that first, thinking it was a medical alert necklace, but instead of the medical alert tags, Sara found two keys. just like the ones that dangled from her belt. A sharp pull from Sara snapped the chain from around the man's neck, and, with a snarl, Sara pulled away to head back to the storage units. Her demeanor changed to something much more serious. Taking someone and keeping them against their will was something that sort of hit home for Sara, and while this man having a set of keys to Sara's storage units didn't mean that Pluto was right, it provided more evidence towards it. "If you could grab him." Sara called back to Pluto, without turning to fully face him. "I might want to wake that one up."

Pluto shook his head. “If I were a murderer you’d be looking at corpses right now, they hardly deserve to be alive but they are. If it wasn’t people they were stealing it wouldn’t be worth killing over, still I don’t love your stance of standing with the criminals on principal.”

This one didn’t have much of anything on him, some change, a few bucks and set of keys.cars maybe a house, maybe a drop point or something for the kidnapees. Who knows, he assumed the packaged them before they brought them here, maybe drugged them, who knows. Plut grabbed the ankle of the man he was checking and then scooped the other up and carried them both like someone might carry a prize catch down at the harbor….though their heads did bump something here of there every so often.

He could see the frustration in her eyes that her grey intentions might have find darker uses. He followed her quietly along until they came upon the storage unit the keys matched.

Of course Sara hadn't found a loop hole in Pluto's ideals. But she had found keys. Her keys to her storage unit in her business and she may have a part of this. Wait! This what? She reminded herself,as they walked down the steps Pluto hadn't really proven anything. Had he?

At the storage room door,Sara straightened her stance. She took her time sliding the two keys into the appropriate key holes. She wanted desperately to prove Pluto's accusations wrong. He said it himself. Its not like he wanted to be right. the problem was when Sara breathed deep, she thought that she smelled someone doesn't scent. "this unit belongs to Donavon More." Sara reported back to Pluto. Normally Donavon stored information. Not... Well, not this.

Sara turned the keys in unison and opened the door. Stepping inside,her heart sank. There,seated on the floor was a girl who couldn't be more than twenty. Handcuffed and sleeping against the far wall of the unit.

Pluto twisted his thumb on the ankles of the men he carried, they would never walk right again. but they were lucky at that paticular moment he hadn't been carrying them right side up.

"Donavon more has more things to explain than he might like."

Pluto attempted to break the tension. it didn't work.

"Lets make sure she is ok, and then get her out of here, ask her if she would recognize others involved or where and if they are holding anyone else that she knows of." dropping his thugs near the door he walked carefully and quietly over to the woman, kneeling next to her he pinched the handcuffs and peeled the metal off of her like aluminum foil. he then took a very quick step back, he wasn't what people wanted to see when they woke up.

"you think that I'm any easier to wake up to than you? I'm flattered." Sara settled next to the girl anyways. It seemed that this girl was going to have yet another surprise. Sara looked down for a moment, at the you'd wrists where the hand cuffs had been. They'd left nasty marks behind, and the sight left her feeling better that Pluto had busted themen's ankles.

Sara took the girl's hand in her own rough padded ones. She tried to gently wake the woman up. She was grawgy at first. Maybe drugged. It was when her eyes fell on Sara that she woke completely up. Crying out, the lady shoved at Sara and scooted back. "woah there." Sara followed the girl till her back hit the corner of the storage unit. Sara grabbed her hand giving it a squeeze."its ok now."
Sara pulled a cloth form her pocket and dabbed an the woman's face. The motion didn't physically - do much, but a moment of revelation p as seed for the woman and she practically collapsed into Sara. "do you know when they will return?"

Pluto Abruptly answered the rhetorical question with “ Absolutely.” Was he hitting on her…quite possibly, should he be? Who knows.

He watched as the woman scrabbled back away from Were, yeah, she didn’t faint or start praying, she was easier to wake up to. Pluto turned his eyes upon the broken men by the door. He reminded himself he wasn’t a murderer. Probably. Maybe. He looked away from the men.

He was going to let Sara handle the situation, a man wasn’t what would be comforting. He placed himself in the door way, if someone showed up to secure their cargo they were going to find a brand new red door in their way.

Pluto waited a moment but thought for a moment about if there were other girls, if they had time for them to wait. “ You are safe now, we won’t let anyone else harm you, and we I’ll get you home as soon as we can. We’d like to ask you some question in case there are other girls like you.”

Pluto's abrupt answer of 'Absolutely' caught Sara off guard and the flesh part of her nose darkened into a blush in the dim light. idealy she wanted to come up with some sort of come back, but her brain failed her for the moment, and there were more important things to address anyways. For instance the girl who had been freed from her hand huffs, woken up in a strange scary place, after dealing with strange scary people, and now was willing to accept strange scary mutants as her salvation surprisingly readily.

The girl clung to Sara and hid her face in Sara's fur covered shoulder. Sara glanced back at Pluto for help but he'd moved to the door to keep guard. Great. That left her in charge in a way. Sara pulled her back for a moment so that she had some room to remove a clean bandanna from her pocket and hand it to the girl. "Are these the men who took you?" Sara asked the girl, indicating the two men that Pluto had chased down and now lay unconscious with broken ankles.

The girl looked over a little surprised as she noticed the men for the first time. "Yes."

The word was simple and told a lot of the story for Sara, but that left a few other questions. "Do you know where they were going to take you?" It didn't make sense for the men to finish their transaction here, and if they had other plans, well, why get a second girl, and the deed would have already been done.

The girl shuddered out a sob, but over all she was holding it together. She leaned right back into Sara as she spoke, who awkwardly put an arm over her shoulder. "They said something about the subway."

When Pluto put his own two sense in about the girl's situation, he seemed a lot more confident and matter of fact, than Sara felt. She was providing the space for this crap to happen and she knew that she hated it, but beyond that, she was still discovering new thoughts. She glanced back at the unconscious men, and she wondered if they were worth leaving alive. "Did you hear them mention the name Dominic More?"

"I think so." Even though the girl huddled against Sara, and they shared body heat on the cement floor, the answer made Sara feel cold.

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The subway? That didn’t even make sense, how they were going to transport someone unwilling through the subway was perplexing to him, a moving truck you could control, the subway meant you went on other peoples clocks and through plenty of cameras. Unless they were doing the deal in some unused part of the subway system.

Pluto looked at Were and looked to the men that lay on the ground. “If you think I went too easy on them, I did so because they might be our only source of information. A more final solution can be made later. Whatever it is. First things first we need to get her out of her, Do you have somewhere we can take you?” if not he could think of a few places that would keep her safe. The Iris clinic if anyone was home or the sanctuary might do him that small favor while he sorted things out, she could try to contact someone to help her out.

Pluto shared his own thoughts on how easy the two men had been treated. Sara didn't respond. She still desired for them to die. Yes now she finally admitted it to herself. Where before, she would have.let them live, now,she believed she that ending them would be easier.

The girl shook her head when asked about if she had a safe place to go and Sara gave her a quick squeeze. "the subway can be code for the underground. The question is witch one. We could take her to my apartment." Sara suggested trying to brainstorm ideas.

"alright, that's a solution for her, We''ll figure out something more permanent later if you need help. do you know how to get a hold of Dominic More? He'd be worth more than these two a minute or two with the boss will get him talking and no one to answer to above him, I think he'll decide he'd rather live..AS for these two I think they just became a message you ladies want to excuse me for a minute."

Pluto's eyes darkened a littlebit He tried to stay away from killing, he did, but seeing the sweet girls eyes across from him and thinking of Syn, she was back in town, but who knows what she went threw while she was gone.

It was a death sentence for these two one that the next thug that came in here wouldn't be able to get out of his night mares.

Sara was no stranger to captivity. She was 27 and yet, the larger portion of her life had been spent being help against her will. Growing up, the registration camps here in the US. Then the registration camps in Romania. She was a cat mutant after all and things happened. Cruelty came in many forms that included, but was not limited to, verbal abuse.

When Pluto excused himself, Sara felt the girl's arms go tense before she squeezed Sara tighter again. Barying her face in the fur at Sara's shoulder. Sara chose to try to be a distraction, as Pluto finished what ever it was that he was doing. She walked the girl out of the storage room, to leave Pluto alone. The girl leaving heavily into her as if she expected Sara to bolt or go poof.

"What's your name?"

"Sam."

"Sam. Nothing more will happen to you. Once we have you secure do you have a place that you wish to call?"

Sam nodded. Sam was still shaking and clinging to Sara like wet linen, but over all, Sara thought that she was still taking things well. Sara felt Sam's weight shift and her feet had stopped moving. Her head lifted away from Sara's shoulder. "Those guys back there. They also mentioned wanting to get to the Subway early so that they didn't miss a show. I fight.... I think."

And there they had another clue. "Good." Sara nodded encouragingly. "Keep trying to think of any details." Underground fights narrowed their search even more and Sara already knew of two of her clients whom she could ask for more information.

Pluto grimaced as he made an example of the two men in the room they were unconscious and doubtfully had a chance to even realize they were dead. He left their bodies where the young woman had been moments ago. Her cuffs left between the pair. They wouldn’t be recognizable except for the fact that in their hands he left their wallets to identify them to Mr. More. He wiped his hands clean on their shirts leaving his gigantic hand prints as evidence that this was indeed not Were’s work.

He closed the door behind him. “ You don’t have to worry about those two ever again.” He paced forward looking less than pleased at the events. “Lets get her to your apartment and try to figure out this whole underground thing.

(I hope that jumping ahead in time is ok. It just felt instinctively best. PM me if it isn't.)

Sara had a cargo van parked behind the warehouse. Most of the time, she borrowed Ayesac's motorcycle but the van was used to transport tools and supplies for her warehouses. There were two windows on the back door. The windows provided little to no visibility for Sara when it came to seeing low cars or people tail gating her, but Sara had seen no reason to block them off. Despite the fact that there were sacks of cement on the floor, Pluto should have had no problem finding room. After all, Ayesac had ridden in this van before, and not only was he taller than any human, but he had wings. Though when the girl chose to sit in the back of the van, Pluto had the choice of the back or the front passenger seat.

The ride to Sara's apartment was relatively short. It had taken them 15 minutes and much of it was spent negotiating traffic and lights. Sara's apartment was connected to an under ground garage. At one point the building might have been an office building and in first class condition, but today, it stood as an apartment building that could use some aesthetic improvements. A short trip on the stairs took them to Sara's door.

Once inside, the three of them were greeted by Roxy, a German Shepard, who barked and threw her side against Sara's leg, looking for a scratch. "I hope you're not allergic." Sara said. Roxy left the side of Sara's leg and went to greet Pluto and Sam.

Sara's apartment was sparsely decorated. Tables chairs and appliances were there out of necessity rather than being chosen for their style. There was a gun safe in the corner of the living room, near the bedroom door, and a couch. The kitchenet had a small card table with a set of two folding chairs placed on either side of it.

"The shower works." Sara told the two of them. Either one may want to get cleaned up. Pluto still smelled of blood, even if it had been wiped off. Sara figured Sam might find the hot water comforting. "There's a bed, and a couch, if you're tired." Sara wasn't exactly sure what the protocol was for rescuing someone she didn't know. She'd made such a mistake, she was trying to make things right.

Once the doggy style greetings were done, Roxy barked at the door, wiggling on her hind legs preforming the doggy potty dance. "I'll be right back." Sara said. She grabbed Roxy's leash and clipped it to her collar.

It would take only a few minutes for Roxy to do her business and Sara to return.