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An idea was more than he had frankly, he wasn't generally a planner when it came to being sneaky and manipulative. When it came to dealing with people like this, he tended to prefer a nice bit of chaos and fighting. He was good at that. This, he had no clue how they were going forward.

His eyes widened slightly at that. A power booster? Devon had gotten his hands on someone that useful and he was trusting her to him? Jesus this was going to be a tense day, not only was she a high priority target she didn't actually have a power she could defend herself with. If things went south it was going to be a very long day.

"That's a handy one to have then." His brain was whirling with the idea of it, touch based from the glove comment and she couldn't control it if he was thinking right. Interesting, it wasn't a well documented mutation at least.

"Mines easier to show than explain," pulling a dagger into reality it set it lazily spinning in an arc around him. "That's pretty much it, imagine any medieval weapon and I can make it. Pretty sharp too so you know, try to stay out of their way if something happens." He wasn't keen to find out how his powers would be affected with a boost, they were already dangerous enough without anything extra added.

The idea of his power going haywire wasn't a pleasant one. Too many pointy things.

Startling awake at the shout, it was pretty obvious why she'd woken him. Well, seems like the bairns were eager to get out an see the world, the were what three moths early? This would be a rough delivery, twins were bad enough with them being premature. Doctor mode kicked in before he could freak out, "Right, I'll have a car here soon, just breathe and try to stay sitting."

One short phone call later and he was leading her slowly downstairs to the waiting car that would be there soon. "You're gonna be fine lass, the nearest hospital has a great neo-natal unit, one of the best in the state, your little'uns will be fine." Hopefully. With kids born this early it was always a hedged bet whether they'd survive with a normal pregnancy. Twins just added extra layers of issues. Like them being even smaller than average and having overall weaker systems to deal with a complicated pregnancy.

Thank god Haven town cars were always on hand then, they were soon bundling into one and racing towards their destination, him trying to keep her comfortable while her waves of pain came and went. Not an easy task for anyone, harder still for a man who wasn't exactly the most emotional person ever.

"Not long till we get there, you're doing fine. Hey, after tonight you're little family will have grown a wee bit more." Not to mention how excited he imagined Delilah would be with finding out she was a big sister. That'd be a treat. "Just hold out a wee longer."

This was probably the first large scale mission Devon had asked him to help with and boy did that lad know how to pick 'em. Gangs, weapons and hostile take overs, this one had them all. Not a bad way to work out some frustrations and help the mutant community at the same time, something the Scot had been needing to do for a while. Now the only issue was, what the hell was Sanctuary? About all he could find was it being a shelter which particularly helped mutants, only there were some weird reports from a few years ago about people disappearing around it. Seemed weird.

From the information he'd been given, he was helping to scout the size of a weapon smugglers operation, one who was supplying the group trying to cause issues. Made sense to him, know how big the enemy forces were and who was arming them. Was pretty straight forward.

His only issue, why choose him? He wasn't a subtle person exactly and putting him on a mission like this could only mean a couple of things. Devon expected this to go bad, or he was the muscle to keep his partner safe.

Speaking of, where was his so called 'backup' for this? He'd only been given a name, Svetlana. Russian name, if he wasn't completely wrong about it but it didn't exactly tell him much about her. What was her power, how subtle were they being with this and more importantly, could she handle herself in a fight or was he playing shield man? He hated playing shield man, added an extra two or three layers of stress to his life.

Looking up as the door opened, his mouth ran before his brain could catch it, "About time been waiting a while."

Svetlana Sergeyeva

Good, he needed sleep right now, proper sleep. Not the kind gotten from the bottle of a bottle or some over the counter meds. Artair had been running himself into the ground for too long, the pain and exhaustion was catching up with him. God he should know better, even if he'd been angry he'd undone a couple of moths of work strengthening his heart in a few nights. At this rate a heart attack wasn't just a possibility, it was a certainty.

"Thanks, some sound sleep is just what the doctor ordered," his voice light as she lead him to her bedroom. It, was nice he guessed. Familiar, almost like the homes back on his little island, comfortable and lived in. Mostly his eyes just focused on the bed. The woman on it too but mostly just the bed.

Reclining on it with Xavia cuddling in beside him, he was drifting off almost straight away. Comfy, warm and dangerously soft. Everything a good bed needed to be. By the time she said anything he was half asleep, the words took a little time to drag him back into something resembling consciousness.

"Hmm yes, something the matter?" Couldn't be too serious could it? The babies weren't due for another few months and the worst of her health woes had been dealt with by Doc. "Havin' trouble sleeping?" Chances are she was just wanting to talk, now that they were cozy.

What was it people said about common sense not being common anymore, because she was like a walking example of it. Or stumbling example since she had trouble walking easily as she cuffed the two freaks together. OK, fair play to the officer, that was clever. If only to remove the little rats power from any future fights, Jenny could still be an issue, but she was a one woman issue now. No more creeping boyfriends to worry about.

Still, she wasn't in the best way. Pushing herself wasn't the best idea ever, not after a fight like that and a clear head injury. Too bad she was as stubborn as he was. "Fine lass, have it your way. But when the ambulance gets here I'm telling them the exact details of your bonk on the head. They'll not take no for an answer." Good little thing about doctors and EMT's, they could override the police when it came to patient care, Christ they could override generals and politicians if need be to care for someone.

For now, letting her ask the questions, keep her mind active was the best he could hope for. If it got worse, then he'd put his foot down.

"And aye, I think I would like to press charges. Putting them away for while seems a good idea." Attacking him was bad enough. That made him angry. But a kid had nearly got caught in the crossfire. No way they should get away without the maximum sentence they could. Despite his reservations about police, keeping people like that away from the public was a very good idea.

Answering any questions she had and keeping an eye on her condition, when the cavalry arrived and he could hand her off he was more than a little drained. A fight like that took a toll, even without any serious injuries. For now he just wanted to go home, collapse on a sofa and sleep for 10-12 hours.

If she didn't want to talk about it, no point pulling teeth. If Combatant had wanted to say something she really would have, with plenty of swearing and threats to accompany it, Cait didn't see any reason to force the issue. Plus, well baby steps, simply getting her to dance so close to someone else had been way more than she'd been expecting so that was cool.

Separating from her friend and slowly making her way around the place, she was getting a better feel for the place now that she could actually focus on it. Everyone was relaxed, having fun and doing all the things they did in a packed club. So plenty of people snogging in corners, the occasional pair disappearing out the main doors hand in hand and a few who'd clearly had just a wee bit too much to drink. It was glorious, like the second (or third) home for a friendly Scot and more than one person she passed had inviting looks on their faces, practically begging her to dance.

Too bad she was here for 'work' but if she was slacking and Combatant saw her she'd be in for a fair bit of pain. Not just that but these places did get some idiot trying to pass off their product, seemed fair to keep an eye out for it, if only to alert the staff. They couldn't be everywhere at once and some trained eyes might pick out someone they'd missed.

Caught between following two people who looked a little, seedier than the usual clientele, the phone alert went off. Oh dear, she'd clocked it hadn't she, Cait was a dead woman and no running would save her.

A more than slightly shaky hand checked the message, a long deep breathe of relief escaped and her heart slowed back down. Not dead, not yet at least but had Agnes actually found something? Trust her to find trouble on a fake mission, that girl was a walking trouble magnet. Seriously, did her mutation have some sort bad guy attractor attached to it?


Heading in the direction her friend had heading, going deliberately 'normal' speed to not get too many eyes watching it didn't take her long to spy the familiar figure of the woman in a booth. Those clothes did stand out, more for how completely wrong it was to see her in them than anything else. Once again she had to offer a silent thanks to Becca for lying for her.

Putting on a big smile and approaching the table, this was going to be a laugh. Combatant clearly had a plan, from the look on her face and Cait was more than happy to be a part of it. "Hey Sweetie, you been sitting here long?"

Sprinting back towards where she'd left her team, her path back was worse, even more guards were teeming into the facility, slowing down her movement and forcing her into a take now prisoners attitude. More than one person went down with a fatal injury, even more would be crippled for life. Right now though, she didn't care, a mix of adrenaline and anger pushing her forwards.

The enclosed spaces and multiple corner put her in her deadly element, the few guards that could get a shot off before she deal with them were easily blocked with shields. Scything through yet another small group and pausing to let a few stranglers run, her head was starting to hurt. Cait was already pushing her limit as it was, any more and she'd start suffering even more effects. It was a toss up, keep up the current pace and risk it, or slow down, start sneaking and save her strength for when she needed it.

As much as it annoyed her, she knew what Impact would tell her in this situation. Remembering the map, she took a few detours through smaller passages, taking a longer route but not the one she had before.

It worked, she managed to avoid all but one startled guard who fell to her knives quickly and with one final corner she slide to a stop with the scene in front of her.

If the Scot was angry before, she was furious now. Astrid was on the ground crying and out of her crystal form,two dead guards lay next to her and the adapted was struggling with Impact. Thing were bad, really bad, but they had what they needed. Getting out was the only thing now. No matter how much she wanted to gut the woman for putting Seraph through this.

"Impact, get Seraph up, we're done," the words left her lips as she barreled into the duel from the side. With two of them, one of them armed with weapons she doubted the agent would be so quick to move in. If she had any knives she hadn't brought them into play so for now, Cait had the advantage. "Seraph! Get up, now! We need you to help cover us on the way out!" It hurt to scream orders at the shocked young woman but if they all didn't work together, they wouldn't leave the place alive.

"And you," her eyes burned with anger as she addressed the tall Super agent, "No more games, no more mercy. You want a fight, someone isn't walking away." Threats were new, she'd never really said she was going to kill someone. It was, wrong. On so many levels. What was she becoming?

Dropping into an aggressive stance, prepared for a counter with either knife should she come, if Impact had any escape plans, now was the time to use them.