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It had been a long time since Sara had been anywhere near the mansion. Months. And considering Sara had friends that she considered family there, it was sort of sad. I mean she was living in New York city and her apartment was walking distance from the mansion.... give or take an hour. She had no idea why she didn't find herself wondering towards the mansion more often.

Sara was enjoying the long walk. The air was fresh and the weather was usually warm for the season. Breezes swept through Sara's fur. Her hair shifted about her shoulders and her tail swayed with every step. It was refreshing. Much better than harsh wind or the sticky feeling that rain and high humidity brought. She weaved her way in and out of busy side walks and alley ways until should could recognized the roof tops of the mansion in the distance, between building sides. When Sara wasn't in deserted alley ways she was strolling down the sidewalk in full view of the public who gave her a wide past to walk. Sara didn't have to deal with awkwardly bumping shoulders with anyone on the sidewalk like she usually did when she tried to not be noticed and the fact that she didn't have to bump into people to get anywhere was putting Sara in a good enough mood to offset the feeling that she got when people gave her weird or angry looks because she was a cat mutant.

Sara took a short cut through an alley way, to avoid a few extra crowded patches of street. The other side of the alley was was nearly deserted. She'd only seen two individuals and what one did to the other immediately disolved any and all friendly thoughts and good parts of her mood. peering around the corner, Sara could see that one had held a cloth to a boy's mouth, and now the boy was unconscious. Her ire was raised and she'd stopped herself from charging in and ripping the kidnapper to ribbons. She'd taken some steps forward when she suddenly stopped and pressed herself against the inner frame of a door instead. Hidden in shadows.

She'd recently dealt with people traffickers. She could take this one out now, but he looked like he was headed somewhere. If he could lead Sara to a second location where there was either more victims or more criminals, that would be better than taking him out here. So Sara followed the leech and Mikey.

Personally, I think that we might have a good chance for some of what you're looking for with Thomas and Sara. Maybe not all of it unless you really manage to anger her.

I see something like the Gentleman enemies partially because of the situation that they are in right now. Maybe at one point they can try to one up each other as well. what with Sara having a thieving history. I also like the deceiving factors that are going on right now. If you can come up with more ideas along those lines, my pm box is always open.

Sara does own her own set of storage units at a different location. She caters to the storage needs of criminals and many of her hidden storage units are underground around decaying buildings. She warns her clients against people who can still get past her systems but she might pay more attention if she realized that it was Thomas.

Also, there is a sub plot right now involving Sara's storage units in a couple of threads right now. A couple of groups of people have started using sara's storage units for trafficing people and it's disturbed her enough that she is taking action. Thomas could either be heroic in a thread, while doing secret recon on her properties, or he could be helping them and give Sara reason to try to kill him. I don't really know your character well enough to know what he would do in that situation yet so those are just a couple of ideas and best thing of all, the two of them could bicker the entire time.

It wasn't that Sara might not have received serious internal damage. To be honest she couldn't tell anymore. She received pain on the more than regular basis based on her mutation and the sticky situations that she tended to get into. She was, by all means, a survivor and it was that save survivor instinct and part of her mutation that kept her fighting and prevented Kyle from pinning her beneath him in the process.

Somehow they both ended up on a knee, and that head but ended up coming in from both sides. Herself and him. hehh. ouch...Sara felt Kyle drop his grip on her wrist and movement from his other hand caught Sara's attention through the sixth sense. As bolts fired from forte's fingertips, Sara tried to avoid them by tumbling and retreating to her right. She rolled to her feet near his left and shook her head, trying to clear out the cobwebs that the mutual head butt had brought into her skull. So far Kyle was still bleeding from his head and if her actual sight was still working she'd see the red trail down the side of his head. Unlike him, she wasn't bleeding, though if she didn't have a healing factor, she might have been.

Somewhere in the process of dodging, a few of the smaller bolts had hit Sara, but she was able to move out of their path now. So somewhere in the back of her mind, she felt like they were at square one again. At least she could still dodge now, and hopefully this would be over soon because with all the healing that her body was having to do, Sara would have to eat soon. As she breathed fresh air and felt her body fully repair herself, she also knew that she'd lost weight. Healing small wounds and big wounds added up.

Pushing off, Sara aimed to attack Kyle at an angle practically flying in so that her strike would land at his back. One arm curled around Kyle's shoulders and neck and the other arm aimed to lock it into place. Sara aimed to try to choke him. "Fine. no Hickeys. How about some hand holding." Sara said in his ear as she felt her own hands lock so that she could try to strengthen what ever hold she could get. (If any.)

“You should learn little kitty.”

Sara's right ear twitched in annoyance. Man how she hated bad cat references. She'd heard so many of them and few people could come up with one that was truly original. The rubber bullets hitting her had hurt and provided a decent enough distraction that he'd had a chance to kick against the desk and get away from her. The desk was only a desk though and when it flipped towards Sara, she merely hopped on top of it'd turning edge, perched enough to get a decent foot hold, and followed her attacker. Somewhere in the process of landing and pursuing Thomas, his gun was dismantled, from the barrel, and both pieces were tossed to opposite sides of the room.

There was a split second realization where Sara saw the man's gun raised, and realized he'd taken her advice as her ears flattened against the back of her head at the sharp bark of the gun, and two bullets dug their way, biting into her left shoulder. Sara's jaw set tight against the pain and she'd been knocked slightly off balance. Instead of a head on assault, she'd opted for grabbing a near by wooden chair and flinging it at Thomas hoping to buy herself enough time to recover.

“As you said.”

Sara and her big mouth. Her eyes flashed in Thomas's direction and she glared at him. He really shot her! REALLY!?!!! Her right hand moved protectively over her left shoulder, and with a growl of pain, she'd used the dexterous hook of her claw to pull out one of the bullets before her body could heal it inside her where it would feel like a stone under her skin. "As long as you're doing what I tell you, I don't suppose that I could convince you to start tap dancing." Before Sara removed the second one, that was much harder to remove, and came out with a fresh clot, she started pacing a circle around her opponent. The flesh that had been exposed on her shoulder already closing and starting to knit it's self back together. Sara hated getting shot. For the official record, getting shot hurt! but the ond thing that she enjoyed about her mutation was the healing ability.

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.

It wasn't so much that Sara hadn't been able to open her eyes. At first she didn't want to. It was that she couldn't physically see. The sixth sense of her canceled out one sense to open another. Her eyes were no longer of any use to her. The pupil made into nothing more than a paper thin slit as it had contracted and hardly showed up against the golden amber coloration of her eyes. As a result she no longer looked at anything directly, but off to the side slightly instead.

When Forte's bolt hit Sara, there was no dodging. She faced it and expected it but that didn't change the fact that it still hurt like normal electricity. Sara's eyes shot wide and even though she couldn't see physically, her head dropped instinctively to better focus on the area that was between the two of them, and a cry of pain escaped her throat. All of the slightest movements tracing themselves out around them in her mind, in that little, annoying, road map part of he mutation.

Instinctively Sara's free arm came down to circle block Forte's attack. She tried crossing their arms at the wrist and pushing his aside. Then going for another attack for his ribs, but she was still recovering it seemed, as Forte pulled her closer to him, then tried to roll.

Now, if Sara and Forte were fighting for survival, Sara would have him here. He'd pulled her closer to his unguarded neck and all it would have taken on her part was a bite to the exposed jugular. Luckily for Forte, Sara was no killer, nor was this a fight to the death. She only threatened with enough air between her snapping teeth, and his neck for him to see out of the corner of his eye, and feel the tips of the extremely short hair of her chin, on his skin. The move would have made most individuals wet themselves, but Kyle wasn't like most individuals. Was he?

Annnnywayyyys Sara felt her body start to tip to the side. Forte had gained some momentum when he'd sent that heavy bolt into her chest and she still felt it's effects, but being pinned to the group would make her loose any momentum or leverage that she'd fought to hold onto. Sara found herself landing hard on her elbow of the arm that Kyle gripped so tightly on. Tail whipping and spinning so that she could better keep her balance and fight Forte's attempt at rolling her over and her knee on the same side shifting against the ground. Scraping against broken bricks that had fallen with Forte only a moment ago.

Suddenly Sara's neck stiffened and her head swung forward again, and she tried to headbutt Kyle in the face. In the same process, she tried to wedge her free arm's forarm across Kyle's collar bone/throat to try to shove him back to the ground and stop him from catching any breath.

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.