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Linely started his explanation of what they were doing and he produced a package of the said 'M' that they would be dealing with. Whether he intended to hand it to Sara or not, she reached for it intending to pluck it from his grasp. If allowed to she intended to open the stuff up and smell the air around the package, shielding the contents from the weather. She'd never smelled the stuff up close before and if she was going to be of any help to the police she wished to add the smell to the millions of other smells she remembered in her mind.

"So in other words, don't blow cover, keep someone who's secretive talking, stay alive, and manage not to catch a cold while out in fantastic weather like this. Simple enough." Sara said between taking in the different scents. The words made her sound cocky but at the same time, her tone of voice was serious. Killing was a nasty business and Sara had only ever gone that far twice in her life. She was in no hurry to repeat the experience.

She now wasn't just taking in the smell of the 'M' but also Linely, and she was starting to take in the different surroundings. It seemed that part of the path that they were going to take back was where she had already been and with every step, she found her amber colored eyes were starting to wonder and search past the haze of the fog for where Linely was leading them and whomever they were about to meet.

It was true. Sara was not enjoying all of the different stimulation to her senses, but she had lived with the problems like this most of her life. She had long since learned to focus past stenches. This included bodies, sewage and Sam's stinky socks in the danger room. Besides. There were other tasks at hand to occupy Sara's time and mind.


"You want to deal with this and I’ll handle the electronic store real quick. We are supposed to stop everything illegal.”

Sam had divided up the tasks and to be honest, Sara would much rather deal with the three in the electronics store rather than a mutant that she had to worry about closing a distance with. All the same she wasn't going to back down either. So she started jogging towards the old gravity manipulator. "I'm going to half to ask you to put everything back." Sara said and even though the term ask was used, her voice left no hint that she would have things any other way.

Saravoice and her approach made the older mutant jump. "I said put that **** down!!" Sara yelled and then instantly hated herself as the gravitymancer turned to run, throwing the yellow ribbons at Sara where they swayed in the air then lifted as each of the would be heavy items lifted into the air bouncing off of each other and off of walls and scraping high windows acting exactly like helium balloons. The scene looked misleadingly like a set of toys rather than the dangerous potential that they could be and as a result Sara sped her pace up. climbing and clinging to the brick work of the surrounding buildings as she grabbed furiously at the yellow curling ribbons to keep the large objects closer to the earth rather than letting them escape. Scared that they would land accidentally on top of a building where herself and Sam would undoubtedly have even more of a mess to clean up and more people to rescue. "Flipping butter fingers!" She yelled at the old man's back as he made his stumbling retreat.

Hanging off of a window ledge that she had managed to climb to she'd managed to reach out and grab the two ribbons for the Jeeps. A jump higher and she managed the catch up to the gargoyles. The grill was next and she had just barely caught up to the stone pots with topiarys sticking out of them. Adding those to her fist full of ribbons as she tried to catch up to the forklift. unfortunatly she ran out of tall buildings to scale to reach it. Only catching air that when her clawed hand swung, only ended up moving the ribbon for the forklift further away from her. "Sam... Might need some help..."

At some point one of the goon with the heavy feet whom had been in the electronic's store had started to make his escape home choosing a path that had taken himself direction below where Sara and her gravity manipulated items were. And with the gravity manipulator getting further and further away from Sara and his floating objects he was loosing his considerations on them that kept them afloat. The strings started to sag and the fork lift started to waver. making Sara's attention go from the retreating man from the electronic's store and his heavy feet, up to the items floating above her head. The stone pot suddenly dropped straight down. Missing Sara who tried to catch it only to have it slip past her claws, but headed straight for the man from the electronic's store. The pot caught the side of the building and ended up falling sideways smashing harmlessly at the looter's feet. "That's why you stay home when the city goes to hell." Sara yelled at young man. Nervous for what could happen to the rest of the floating objects. she tied the ribbons to a fire escape where if they fell they shouldn't do too much property damage and hopefully no one would be foolish enough to cross under them. Then she left them as well preferring not to have any of them drop on her own head.

The werewolf mutant started approaching them and Roxy danced right then left on Sara's other side. Sara keeping her in front of herself by shifting slightly. The dog grew nervous, but Sara's temperament stayed steady. Normally the feline mutant was known for loosing her tempter but in this situation... For Roxy she could do her best to keep her head. Still the tip of her tail twitched.

"Did you hear me." Sara said. Still tracking the werewolf mutant behind her shoulder. She was doing her best to keep the same amount of distance between them but with her back towards him, the distance still shortened. "I said that we mean no harm." Sara took a step to move Roxy. She wasn't running but she wasn't going to be the one to start a fight either. Roxy fed off of the tension emanating from the other canine resulting in a couple of nervous barks. Whining when Sara's leg brushed by her side to move her another step. It was training that kept the dog from doing something too stupid but all the same with Sara's attention divided, she knew that the situation could evolve into something else quickly.

Sara couldn't help but smirk when she heard Sam get called out of his flask in his pocket. Best that left that one behind. Otherwise it definitely would have been a target for her.

The teams were loaded onto the choppers and Sara felt her stomach lurch here and there from the feeling of the flight. The chopper wasn't as nerve racking to her as small planes but that didn't mean that she was having the time of her life. As a matter of fact she'd be proud of herself if she could manage not to puke on her first mission. That said. She managed to not embarrass herself too much. only reaching for the a hand rest when the chopper shifted so that it could change directions once the first team was dropped (Literally for one of them.) at their location.

Sam opened the door and Sara shifted to his side. Never letting one hand let go of the door frame as her eyes refocused on the ice ramp that Sam had built for her. It was handy in two senses. She had a much less chance of falling on her face from this height and she didn't have to ask for verbal directions. She just had to follow the ramp that when she lept from the chopper she allowed her clawed feet to slide down. Making a speedy accent. about fifteen feet from the ground Sara's knees bent and she turned so that her feet claws dug into the ice. The claws of her left hand dug into the ramp as well slowing her slide to a stop. Turning , gracefully, at the last second before stopping so that she was facing forward again.

Sara's eyes traveled for a minute searching for a moment for where they were supposed to start. A long whistly escaped between her teeth. There were broken buildings. Some trash on the street was still burning and the stench made Sara's nose wrinkle. "You got a plan, Slick, or are we jumping in blind?"

Sara's eyes squinted against the sun and she adjusted the rim of her old fedora so that it better shaded her face. At one time the sun wouldn't of bothered her that much but now... well... That time was a lifetime ago. The feline just learned to work around it. She then straightened her sleeveless black top that rested over old blue jeans that she'd carefully crafted a hole on the backside of, so that her tail could be comfortable and still keep her modest for society's' standards.

"Roxy..." Sara called out. The dog had treed a squi.....er... A butterfly? Funny the dog normally went after squirrels but all the same Roxy was having the time of her life. Barking madly at it while standing on her back legs. Front paws against the thick trunk of the tree. "Roxy!.." Sara had to call her a second time before the German Shepard gave up the chase and padding back to Sara. The feline bounced a tennis ball to encourage Roxy to come closer then threw it for the dog across the top of a hill. The autumn wind blowing against her back and consequently blowing the other mutant's smell away from her. Otherwise she might not of thrown Roxy's tennis ball in that particular direction so carelessly.

Sara dropped a rumpled, black and grey duffel bag on the bed of her old room. She hadn't spent more than a couple of months here at a time in the past and to be honest, she was surprised that no one else had claim to the room at this time. AT least that was what her nose told her. Nothing more than the smell of carpet cleaner and stale air filled the rooms air. She'd make sure that the room was officially hers later.... after she made herself at home.

She'd shook her hair loose from her hat, then pulled the grey hoody off of her shoulders. careful not to hook the fabric with the tips of her claws, leaving on a loose black tank top and faded brown cargo pants. The hoody was tossed onto a hook near the door half haphazardly but still so it wouldn't land on the floor.

Sara wasn't going to think a lot about the last couple of years. She wasn't proud of them. She hadn't gone out and accomplished something great, nor had she gone out and intentionally done self discovery. (Though that might have been why she had chosen now to return.) She hadn't even done a good job of keeping people informed of her whereabouts. For crying out loud, the phone in her pocket's history told her that it had been three months since she made any outgoing calls. Most incoming calls had been ignored except for those from her friend Johnny, and maybe that was why she had decided to make her return now. Her jurney hadn't been successful. It hadn't been pretty and she hadn't accomplished any goals. She'd kept herself alive, witch was more than what she could say for her totaled white van that she had abandoned two months ago.

Sara sighed. There a was a second of hesitation in her hand, before she started unloading her bag. Sure that someone somewhere was aware that she had entered the building.... Otherwise she'd have to give the mansion's security system a full on Sara test.