The first dog ever to not go ballistic on seeing him, a lot of animals were racist, this dog wasn’t one of them apparently. Maybe it had something to do with being owned by a cat. Made sense to him.

“ You have first dibs on both Sam, I’ll be out here.” He tried to instill confidence in her, he wasn’t sure if she was too thrilled about being left alone with the man and the suggestion. “Are you hungry?” He would raid Sara’s fridge for the girl if she was, He wasn’t too concerned about swiping some groceries, he could always pay Sara back if needed. Heck he might need to find her a new line of work, or he could always work as an enforcer for her. Keep the business clean and make sure no one pulled this kind of crap, storing objects was one thing, people…a whole nother ball game.

The girl was still standing there unsure of what to do. “Um, ok how about this, I’ll make you something to eat and you can go catch a shower, I promise you I mean you absolutely no harm.” He meandered off to the kitchen and found stuff to make Grilled Cheese. It was simple, good and didn't take much of anything out of Sara's Groceries.

Maybe it was because strangers were in Roxy's home, but it didn't take Roxy that long to do her doggy business. The dog hadn't always been the most welcoming. Always barking, but she also lived a couple of years with Sam, then Sara at the mansion. There were always people coming in and out there.

Sara returned as the smell of butter bread and cheese had started to fill her apartment. Roxy's leash was unclipped and hung at the door. Roxy trotted to the corner, found a tennis ball to chew on, and then sat next to Sam, who was still where Sara had left her in the room. Seeing that Pluto had found his way properly around her kitchen, Sara returned to Sam's shoulder. Trying to guide her to the couch. "I don't know what you want to do." Sara said. She pushed Sam back, gently, into the couch, and while Sam might have fought her in a different situation, some sort of survival instinct still kept her compliant. Even with Sara. "If you want to sneak out, there is a window in the bedroom. The fire escape will creak but hold. Heck. There's even a door right there." Sara motioned to the door that they had entered from. "But until Pluto and I have this sorted out, we cant protect you, if you leave. You have the ability to help stop them from doing this."

Sam looked down at her lap. Roxy's head occupied a big portion all of a sudden. Tennis ball too.

"Think it over." Sara said lightly. If you've seen anyone but those two men at the units. If you've heard any names other that Donovan it will help."

Though Donovan would be a start. "There were no other names that I could hear clearly. I heard a voice over a cell phone though."

"Do you think that you could recognize it again?"

Sam nodded.

Sara gave Sam a small smile. She then took out her own phone. The thing had been going off since her and Pluto had tripped some of the silent alarms in her storage units. The message box was nearly full and viewing the number of messages in the box, Sara was glad she'd had it on silent.

She took out a pad of paper, a pen, and hit the speaker button on her phone, as the messages played through. Some only asked what was going on with the alarms. Some were rude. five were from the last fourty minutes from individuals of Sara's clientele, whom had made it to check on their units. They were all asking questions. Two were disgruntled threatening to take their business else where. Two wanted to know if Sara wanted them to take care of the bodies for her. One just wanted to know if he was to still pay for next month. No mention of broken door or dead bodies.

There would be more soon.

Pluto entered the room as Sara was looking at the phone, “Sara if any of them are giving you trouble I’d be happy to be your complaint department.” He squatted down to put the grilled cheese on a plate on Sam’s lap. It was cut into two triangles of golden crispy goodness , the cheese flowed out from between the slices of bread, beckoning with the scent of butter.

He had some ideas on how he could help undo some of the damage he had done to her business and ensure that this sort of thing didn’t happen again. The people trafficking that is.

He couldn’t care less about if their stuff got messed with. First and foremost he wanted to stop this human traffic crap, next he wanted to ensure he didn’t get were into more trouble than she could…should have to handle.

He glanced between the two woman, I'm gonna wash up really quick. He really should have done more than wash his hands, but he wanted Sam to feel comfortable. He made quick work of getting clean. He smelled like flowers by the time he was done and his arms didn't feel sticky anymore.

When Pluto reentered the room with the grilled cheese, Sam just stared at the plate for a moment. So did Roxy for that matter who began to drool and beg. "Roxy. Bed." Sara told her. It took a couple times of saying the command for the dog to actually listen and when she did, she ended up on a bean bag chair in the corner of the room. Technically the dog was still begging and staring at Sam, but at least she wasn't drooling down the girl's leg.

“Sara if any of them are giving you trouble I’d be happy to be your complaint department.”

"Thanks but so far the phone calls are manageable. They understand from day one with me that if someone really wants to break in then they will break in. Besides. What are they going to do. Report me to the BBB? If one person revealed my warehouse to the authorities, they risk putting themselves at risk with the rest of my clientele.. .. .. I could probably exploit that for information." Sara said with a glance at Sam who had started in on the first half of the grilled cheese.

While Pluto washed up, Sara continued working on the phone. She dialed a couple of the numbers back, whom had left messages. She informed the three customers whom were disgruntled that payments would still be expected or they could clean out their storage units. With no payments, Sara would happily sell the contents on the beginning of the month and she reminded then of that two. The next call was for the people offering to help her hide the bodies. She told them to leave them there for now with no further explanation other than dropping the name Donovan Moor. The two men had replied with the same response that sent chills down even Sara's spine. "We'll ask around about the name." With mentioning the name, Sara had either issued a death sentence, or a call to arms. Either way, events were now set into motion, and with the silent alarms being tripped more and more with clients checking their units, it was only a matter of time until Donovan Moor got in contact with Sara as well.

And speak of the devil. Just as Pluto had reentered the room from washing up, Sara's phone chirped. She saw the number, and her lips pressed together as she switched the speaker phone back on. Setting it down on the table.

"What the Hell is going on!" Demanded a voice on the other end. Donovan Moor sounded angery. Whoow... Wonder why.

With a mouth full of grilled cheese, Sam had stopped chewing. The last few bites sat in her fingers forgotten for a moment. "That's him." She mouthed around the food. Eyes wide.

"Now Donovan, I can assure you that everything is under control." Sara said in a steady voice.

"Bull ****! There are two dead employees in my EMPTY UNIT!"

"Are you at the Warehouse now?" Sara asked.

"Where the **** ELSE would I BE!?"

"No need to shout. I can hear you just fine." Sara did her best not to sound mocking and be as diplomatic as possible. Mean while her eyes were darting between Pluto and Sam.

“If that changes let me know.”
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Pluto gritted his teeth he should have waited at the warehouse and that would be one less piece of garbage in the world to clean up. He wasn’t sure if he should say something now or just try to get to the storage unit as fast as possible. He grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and scribbled quickly.

Keep him talking?

I’ll meet him there?

He looked like Roxy when she needed to go outside. He would be fighting in mere minutes they would hear the terror from this side of the phone call. Pluto rolled his shoulders.

Sam instinctively tried to be a part of the couch even as she nibbled her sandwich. There was just something about a man with that much muscle looking angry that made you want to blend into the scenery. Pluto waited for Sara’s go ahead. She might not realize it, but he was also asking for permission to make her business the scene of more violence.

Sara watched Pluto as his anger grew and instantly she was happier that she'd taken him here, with her and Sam, then left him at the storage units. It wasn't that she didn't want Donovan Moor to pay. Oh she would make sure he did. It was that if Pluto had been left at the storage units, and people had found him with the bodies, he might have been caught my more than just Donovan Moor and more of his flunkies, but also who ever else was checking their units. Being a mountain of red muscle was one thing but he could have been shot. Sara had no idea how resistant Pluto's mutation made him to guns. The narrow hall ways of her underground units wouldn't give anyone a lot of room to dodge.

With a glance at the paper that Pluto had handed her, she shook her head no and reached for the pen he'd used to scribble her own note. Mean while she kept the conversation going on the phone. "I do feel sorry for your loss, but I warned you when you purchased the rent for your unit, that I was not responsible for any enemies that you had made, or anyone interfering with your unit." Sara told him playing the part of the business owner.

When Sara slid the note back to Pluto it read 'I'll go with you. Wait'

What I can offer you, is last months rent back." Sara told Donovan Moor. "That should cover the arrangements for you and your employees."

There was a paws on the other line. "I'll take it." Sara's hook had been baited and Donovan had taken it.

"Stay there. I will be right over." And with that, the phone on the other end of the line clicked loudly off.

"Ayesac bought two bullet proof vests. One to acomidate his wings and one to go over them." Sara motioned to the closet of her apartment. "The one that can fit over his wings might fit around your chest if you let the straps all the way out."

Permission granted.... with a catch. Sara was going along to be sure that Pluto only had to deal with Donovan and his men.

Pluto set a hand on Sam’s shoulder, he hoped it was comforting or supportive, it couldn’t have been easy to hear the voice of someone who had taken you captive.

He nodded to the flowing scrawl of Sara’s penmanship, if she thought they would stay…and then he heard the trap she set. A small smirk came to his mouth, He wouldn’t be seeing a penny of last months rent.
After she hung up, Pluto looked to Samantha, “Are you going to be ok here on your own for a bit?”
Samantha nodded quietly but resolutely, It seemed as if the situation was finally starting to sink in, she was in better hands now, much better hands.

He wondered momentarily about who exactly Ayesac was. a man in her life, with wings no less. might have to hold off on any flirting until he found out more….or.“Unless they have elephant guns I won’t need it. those little bullets sting but they can’t get through all this.” Pluto said with a cocky grin as he presented a massive bicep to Were. He was in a better mood knowing that he was about to deal about some pain to some people stealing **** * ****** *******s.

He waited and watched . “ Do you know anything else about Donny, that might be useful?”

What in the world was it with Sara and men who just happened to be mutants, have a mountain worth of muscle, (Though Abyss was much more of a mountain.) and be red in color? Sara couldn't help but stare for a moment at that massive bicep of Pluto's. That was one big arm. I mean wouldn't you stare? Even if it was only for a second or two? I mean come on. Even Roxy was letting out a doggy sigh from her corner with her bean bag chair. Sara reached out and pulled herself up by Abyss's arm then moved past him. "I wouldn't put the thought of that type of gun past some of my clients."

Sara made her way across the room to the gun safe. "Sam, Roxy will alert you to anyone who approaches the apartment." The safe was also Ayesac's but he'd left it and Sara had found use for it. "If you have to leave, in an emergency, I'd appreciate it if you took Roxy with you. There's a list of phone numbers, including mine, next to the computer. CS, Shin, Shawn, or the Mansion, will help you if you need it." While Sara talked she'd dialed the combination of the safe, and had started rummaging around at the bottom of it. It took her a moment, but she came out with an envelope of cash. Several bills were stuffed into a second envelope, and Sara replaced the first envelope, shut, and locked the safe. Sara still planned to pay for someone's arrangements after all.

With a jingle of keys, and Sara's cell phone clipped to her pocket, it seemed that they were ready to hit the road again. "Don't forget to lock this door behind us, young lady." Sara said, hoping the small joke would lighten the mood with Sam. "And don't spoil your appetite on desert."

Next step would be to get in the car and return to the scene of the crimes.

Pluto smirked slightly. As he watched WereCat size up his arm with an obvious impressed demeanor…even if it was only for a second or two. “If they have elephant guns, then the vest won’t be worth much any way.” But he felt bad for the guy holding the elephant gun because he would become priority number one.

Pluto took out his cell phone. “ if something does come up, call or text Sara. And one of us will come running back, but I wouldn’t worry about all that. They are going to have their hands full.” He stated to Sam.
He then looked from Sara to Sam and shrugged at the comment about not ruining her appetite and shrugged to sam.

He looked to Were and nodded. “lets go settle Donny.”

Sara hated admitting when someone was right, but Pluto was right about the little elephant gun thing. A vest wouldn't be a lot of protection against on of those. Still Sara was trying to think about what she had around that would give them any leverage against Donovan. When they had left the apartment, and had gotten in the car, Sara confided in Pluto. "The only thing that I know about Donovan, other than his business and that he found me through a mutual friend, is that he's a mutant. I don't know what his mutation is. I've never seen him use it, or he's never openly shown it to me."

As Sara drove, she could feel the weight of cash that she had stuffed in her pocket against the car's seat. It felt odd for Sara to be driving down to her Warehouse a second person. Especially one with so much extra muscle. Most of the time, if there was a problem, she handled it herself. Hell, she was known for being able to deal with things herself and it was what had gained her work when she was a thief, and clients, from the circles that used to contract her as a thief. She had no idea what type of effect Pluto was going to bring by his presents alone. It could be either bad or good. Bad being that Sara accepted help, or good that they know she has a contact in him now. Sara had to admit that the situation had butterflies against her ribs with all of the different things that had gone on and where the different results could go.

When Sara and Pluto had returned to the warehouse, there had been a collection of different cars. Two were discreet vans. Similar to the tan and white one that Sara drove, but darker in color. The other three were a Motorcycle, a rag top Jeep, and a 53 powdered blue Buick fully restored. Sara parked the van at the edge of a drive. There was no way that she could park the cars in, so rather than trying to block any exits, she'd placed her van where it could be easily accessed. Two individuals stood outside the warehouse, on their phones. The trap door (AKA Hatch) was visible from where Sara sat, as it was propped open. she had no doubt that some of her clients were only taking stock in their own belongings. She also had no doubt that word of Pluto's handy work was spreading by phone, and possibly text.

Donovan stood out against the other individuals in the area. He was the only one standing still and not on his phone. His greased black hair combed straight back and his sports jacket hung open over a turtle neck and pressed tan pants. When he recognized Sara sliding out of her own can, he made his way over. Two men, Towards the back of the warehouse looked up. They looked like more hired muscle, and looked surprisingly relaxed despite the mutation of Sara's and Pluto's.

"I assume that you brought all of my cash." Donovan said as a form of greeting. He sounded impatient. lovely.

"I did. But we" Sara motioned to Pluto. "have a bone to pick with your first."

at this point, a couple of Sara's other clients turned their attention on her. One was on the phone, but the man on the other end on hold. Another peeked out from the hidden, broken, door. Sara didn't know where the other clients and owners of the cars were located, but she also didn't care.

He glanced at Sara, “there are mutants and then there are Mutants, I doubt he is anything we can’t handle.”
Where Sara was thinking about possibilities, Pluto was thinking about a fore one conclusion, Since he exited the void in the labs five years ago, he couldn’t help but no his fists made victory and that victory would drive the truth that he wanted upon the outcome of any endeavor he set forth to accomplish, this one was simple, Donovan must die.

They all looked smug. Smug was not the expression they would have on their faces at the end of the day. “ You won’t be trafficking humans anymore.” He didn’t add the reason that he was so sure of it. but he didn’t need a death threat, It was already there in his eyes.

It was simple, the gauntlet was thrown down and all he needed was a provocation to teach the man that his greasy demeanor would be his demise. the slightest move from any of them would see them playing the part of the rock and the parking lot the part of the lake in a wholesome pastime of skipping stones.

There. The bone had been picked. No more trafficking people. There couldn't have been a sympler statement than that. Donovan had stopped about 15 feet away from Sara. She leaned against the bumper of her van more as a way of having something to do than anything else. There was an obvious bulge in the pocket of her cargo pants and Donovan's eyes rested there for a moment, before looking back at Pluto, then Sara again. His lips pressed together in frustration as if he'd just discovered that he'd misfiled a piece of paper, than just been told that he was no longer going to run part of his business. The only thing that might have given his frustrations away was the fact that the rims of his ears reddened. "Is that all?"

Oh all fear the terrible desk jocky in charge.

"I'd appreciate it if you would also tell me if there are anymore." Sara suggested.

Donovan shook his head. "I can't do that." With that, Donovan turned and started walking back towards Sara's Warehouse and two of his goones waiting for him.

"I'll take the Kitten." One of the goons called out to them and Sara's right ear twitched in annoyance. Her eyes dilated slightly as the goon leaned forward slightly kissing at the air in Sara's direction.

Great. Another person who thought that they were witty with cat jokes. Well, Sara thought to herself. It could be worst.

"Here kitty kitty kitty." the goon sang out.

Sara stood corrected....

“By force or of your own will, you will do that.” Pluto said darkly to Donovan as he turned to walk away.
Pluto looked to the man who was taunting Sara. “You are a damn fool.” His head the swiveled to the man across from him, “And you are a dead. “ He leapt forward, his bulky red mass like a tsunami of angry flesh flowing toward the man. It disturbed Pluto that for some reason the man didn’t seem to be afraid.
When you stood at six foot nine and your skin echoed that of the Christian preconception of Diablo , your ears were pointed, your teeth were sharp as any predators, your eyes gleamed crimson in the light, when you were muscular to the point that science hadn’t named, all of that typically meant that you should fear for your life when one such as this attacked you, but there was something up and he had a feeling Donovan was at its core.

(I can edit this if I need to.)

Pluto wasn't happy with the replies that Sara was getting and she couldn't blame him. She wasn't too thrilled either. Still the way that the thugs were behaving along side their boss was unnerving for Sara as well. Where the other clientele of hers had slowly made themselves scarce either by entering the underground of Sara's building, getting in their cars and driving away, or just plane spreading out into the tree line so as to give Sara and Pluto (Mostly Pluto) space. Lets face it. It's just not natural to want to stay that close to a mutant with that much obvious power and that much of an obvious chip on his shoulder. The feeling for Sara not only ticked her off more, but also had her instincts more on edge and the fur on the back of her neck and shoulders had started to bristle.

Sara had started moving to follow Donovan, thugs or no thugs, but she didn't stalk faster than Pluto. Pluto did the hole running at them thing, witch Sara had to give them credit. She might have crapped herself had she been in their shoes but alas. No pants were filled further. Not until Donovan looked over his shoulder and snapped his fingers.

Instead of hitting the little thug like a hacky sack that Pluto probably could have kept kicking, Pluto ran into a force as big, as red, and as strong as he was. The transformation was fast. The thug on Pluto's side hadn't had time to remove his button up shirt all the way. Instead he'd made it down his upper arms before they expanded and ripped through the seams. The thug's pants were the same story. Somewhere in the fast process the belt had snapped. It's buckle flew inanely through the wall of the warehouse and fell unnoticed against the ground on the other side, to who cares where. Pluto had the inursia on the thug and for a moment, they were still in motion ripping up cement and dirt at their feet like two raging bulls.

So Much for worrying about Elephant guns.

For a Second Sara was distracted. Open mouthed at what was going on. Her next thought was on Donovan, who was admiring his handiwork for the moment as well. It was her turn to charge. To try to knock him down and out before he could do more with his power. The problem is that she needed to get close. So she was in motion, low and faster than most ground animals could travel. She just had to reach him before he'd snapped his fingers again, witch if he'd kept paying attention to Pluto and the big red doppelganger for one more second, she would have had him.

Donovan's fingers snapped, and thug number 2 now stood in Sara's way. He was more muscular, he had a tail, and he was now feline like Sara. Grinning with a smile that looked wild, crazy, excited, and of course sharp.

Sara took to the air, covering the last fifteen feet between them. Her body twisted so that her feet aimed to land on his chest. Claws out. Sara knew that her own move was risky but she gave him limited obvious choices by doing it this close and this fast. He'd either have to take it, or let her past where she could get to Donovan. Sara was unfamiliar with his mutation, but maybe with him down, the two thugs would go back to normal. at least in theory...

Sara's opponent chose to take the hit. he'd fallen backwards with Sara's weight and claws. As they fell, Sara moved to rake the claws of her hand across his face. somewhere in the process her opponent's claws hand caught her wrist, and hooked into her right leg just above the knee. Rolling, he'd moved to toss her aside.

Pluto cracked up as the man turned into a doppelganger. “It’s going to be fun to watch your mind crack if you keep that form.” He dodged a heavy handed sledge hammer of a fist as he mocked the man.

Pluto had been an instigator when he leaved with his brothers, he had played pranks and jokes on them endlessly, If he didn’t know how to fight someone with his own traits, he would be dead by now. He rarely had the chance to use finesse, when fighting it typically went, smash, win, Smash, win and so on.

As the thought bounced around in his head, he realized he didn’t have to hold back, this guy was a human trafficking bastard. Pluto leaned back as the man swung his fist again, not yet able to compensate for the insane amount of strength he was throwing around. Pluto ducked the blow and hit his arm hirer leaving the underarm exposed. Pluto pressed his fingers together and jabbed his fingers into the hollow under the arm and twisted. When he pulled his hand back his fingers were sticky with the deep purple liquid that the Abyssi called blood. The thugs arm hung their limp and he howled in pain, but the man wasn’t done, not yet, it wouldn’t have stopped him or any of his brothers, merely an inconvenience.

His eyes darted to Sara’s situation and assured himself she would have the same edge he did, being accustomed to your mutation had a great advantage. All that said, Donovan was getting away. He didn’t have time to deal with that right now though the man was charging forward one arm hanging to his side. His eyes furious and feral. He might have to kill another man today to make this stop.

It was odd to see another person wear his colors, it made him appreciate the fact that they did it right.