Medusa took the last swig of her Alurian drink. The one that the bartender highly recommended and the common favorite of the spaceport. The beverage was sweet, but not quite the best silently noted. But at least it would do. The small job she completed earned her a few creds and she needed to splurge on a little something for herself. Her mind was swirling over her next job. Not a normal client, but insisted he could provide her with more than creds. Most of the times, empty promises were cast aside, but the target and location allured her. Her employer said he could pay with Earth money, but it had no value where she was at. He also promised her weapons. Earth weapons were so low-tech, but had a great base for modification. She, of course, wouldn't burden herself with such a daunting task of that, but for the right price, she could sell the scrap to an arms dealer on the black market. She didn't disclose that the actual target would satisfy her payout. Of course, Titanus, wanted it brought back alive. She had no intentions of doing that. The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles were not only a thorn in Dredd's side, but also Titanus'. Dredd, the current alien resident of Earth, employed her months awhile back. An average pay was agreed upon, but she left before the job was complete. They had defeated her. Particularly one, Donatello. The brainiac mutant managed to thwart her ruse with the hologram projector that she had stolen from their friend. It was rather simple to capture the other three. Plus, Dredd didn't disclose that they ability to mutate randomly to much stronger larger beasts. If she knew that, she would have been more prepared to handle them and increased the required pay.
No matter, she would be more prepared this time. She needed to catch Donatello alone and the fight couldn't be straight on nor simple trickery. She needed something more complex. Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt a hard jab of a finger on her shoulder. "You stole my prisoner." The growl came from behind. Medusa didn't have to look back to see who it was. His foul stench pretty much gave him away. It was Gzse, the notorious Xioelo bounty hunter in this sector. Most of his kind didn't stray this far from their home planet, but sometimes jobs called to them. Gzse was about six feet tall with fur all over. Sharp canine teeth bared down in front of his face and his head resembled that of a large bat.

Medusa gave a haphazard shrug as she set her empty glass down. "Just business, boys. You were too far away from the target and I hate to be embarrassing to all of us and just let the Laiqe escape. What reputation would we have here if that happened?" She knew that Gzse was not alone. He was accompanied by his fellow crewmate, a rather large reptilian like alien known as Banzu. Medusa knew that he was more of the threat than Gzse. Both were armed no doubt. She didn't flinch her muscles. She had to time this precisely. Gzse had no intentions to let her go from the bar without a confrontation.
The Xioelo bounty hunter hissed in resentment. She knew it was probably some curse word in his common tongue. He grabbed her shoulder roughly. "Face me, Medusa!"
Medusa spun around quickly in her chair, grabbing his wrist and catching him off guard. She twisted the tendons his arm and used her momentum to flip him on his back. Before the Banzu had a chance to grab his weapon, she used her other hand to brandish her own and shot quickly. The laser striking him quickly in the head, killing him. His dead body fell back and crushed the table that was behind him. This alarmed the patrons of the bar. Several scrambled to put more distance between her and them, while others darted out. The bartender gawked as he saw what transpired in front of him. Medusa stepped on the already injured wrist of Gzse as he sprawled on the floor. Her foot pressing down on the torn ligament adding more pressure and inflammation. He howled in anguish. "Don't ever touch me." She finally diverted her gaze down at him. He trembled like a young pup and nodded his head quickly with a whimper.
Making sure there was no others willing to try to take her down, Medusa pivoted on her heel to swipe her cred chit to pay her tab, and then left. After all, what kind of person would she be in leaving without paying?

After leaving the bar, she made her way through the zigzagged streets of the port to where the dealers were. Her route took her to the most common black-market vendors. She needed to find something with an edge for this next job. After all, this was personal and she had plenty of creds to be splurge if that meant taking Donatello down for good. How dare he insult her! She was not familiar with Titanus and didn't trust him. Though, she really didn't trust anyone she dealt with. Despite her own personal satisfaction from the job, she made a mental note while strolling through the shops that she would request half of the payment up front that he promised. Whatever that may qualify for.

Her eyes fell over the weapon suppliers. She was sure if the price was right, she could purchase a weapon that was powerful to just vaporize him. But this was personal. It had to have a certain finesse to it. She took a sharp right into the last vendor booth at the end of the block. The owner was an old friend and he normally managed to sneak in the best high-tech technology throughout the galaxy. He was a male humanoid, around her same height. His skin was a light blue with soft yellow eyes. He was bald on top with two parallel ridges across the cranium. He gave a slight wave when she walked in. "Medusa…well, well. What brings you here?"

"Save the pleasantries, Fyo. I'm in a hurry." She eagerly combed the area to see if anything caught her eye.

Fyo followed her glances, perplexed with her lack of chatter. "Something the matter? If you have heat, then get out. You know I don't like too much attention on my stuff." His voice lowered dangerously.

"Relax," Medusa chortled. "Nothing of that sort. I have a job that you would say that I'm quite eager to complete."

Fyo relaxed his composure and shook his head. "Fine." She could tell he didn't like to be unnerved. "What's the target? Maybe I could I suggest something."

Medusa scrolled the inventory kiosk. "Something he would never suspect…." Her voice trailed off as if she wasn't really addressing his question.

Fyo tilted his head. "You sound like you have attempted this before. Tell me about what you have."

The red headed alien scrunched her face. She hated to admit to when she failed before. "I had a hologram projector that I thought I would lure him out with. However, he was clever enough to not fall for it. My employer seems to know him so I can get info out on how to approach this.

"Hologram?" Fyo turned to grab something out of the back and came back promptly out. "What about this?" He held up a small device that resembled a wrist watch. This is a cloaking device. You can transform the image and voice to whatever you prefer. All you have to do is scan who you want to become and then activate the device once it's on your wrist."

Medusa almost felt her mouth salivating at what he was showing her. This was too good to be true. Donatello would never suspect this a second time and this seemed more advanced! Maybe with Titanus' help, she would fool him and perhaps have some fun first. "I'll take it!"

Fyo reclusively held the device to him as if he feared her snatching it away. "I managed to get this from someone outside this sector. I have no guarantee on how long it will work. Could be two quargons…could be four." He shrugged.

The bounty hunter shook her head fervently. She would risk it! "Just give it to me already."

Fyo hesitated as he looked at the device. "It won't come cheap."

"You know I'm good for it. I'm getting some Earth weapons from this deal. I was going to sell them to a scrap dealer, but you do know how modifications would work…" She smiled, hoping he would succumb to the bait.

Fyo rubbed his chin, pondering the deal. "Done and I want five thousand creds extra."

Medusa held out her chit. "I have two thousand on here. I can give you the rest when I'm done." She wasn't going to tell Fyo that she wouldn't get any money from this venture, but that was on a "need to know basis." The spaceport was blustering with jobs. She could easily pick up two as soon as she returned. That was if she decided to keep the device.

Fyo grabbed the chit with a frown. He didn't like partial payments, but a lot of customers didn't have at least half of the price on their own. He hated credits. Too many bad deals.

Medusa grabbed the prized device and let her fingers graze over it. "I will win this time." She laughed.

"Medusa," Titanus seemed to slur the last part of her name as his bright red eyes gazed at her on the vid screen of her ship. "I'm so glad you contacted me. I was afraid you were not going to take the job."

Her first intuition was to ask how he managed to get the information to reach her, but she decided not to press it. Dredd was on Earth and in the city of New York too. "I read your data. Your so called 'HAVOC' mutants failed you?" The word mutant came off her tongue as if it was vile. Where she came from, mutants were not liked upon. A shun to society. It seemed on Earth, it was the same. Somehow, mutants still thrived and apparently didn't like one another.

"My...associates," Titanus chose his words carefully she noted. She knew she prodded him a little. "Have had no such luck in defeating the turtles. I cannot accomplish my own tasks with them interfering. However, a month ago, an interesting event occurred.

"Such as?"

"It is better that I show you in person. I'll await your arrival." The vidscreen turned off.

Medusa rolled her eyes. She didn't like secrets. With a sigh, she checked the auto pilot and decided to shut her eyes. The rest would help prepare her.

"Why is she here?" Raptor blurted out angrily to Titanus as he saw Medusa standing there before them in the hall of their headquarters.

"Because I called her."

"An alien?" Amuck lifted his eye ridge. "Don't we have one already in the city."

"I see that your 'associates' do not agree to your leadership," Medusa pointed out squarely. The discord was almost amusement. "You have something to show me?"

Titanus motioned her to follow him to another room that housed the security camera monitors. His large mass wobbled as he walked in front. He made it to the console and brought up the feed from the date of reference. "A few months ago, my group stumbled upon a humanoid cat like creature. She appeared to be looking for someone. She denied being a mutant." He began to narrate as he brought up the frozen image of Felicia McFurry. Medusa noticed that the female he was referring to was cat like with blonde hair to about mid waist, blue eyes. She donned a black uniform that appeared to be non-uniform. A black mask was across her eyes. "She wouldn't support our cause, so I thought it would be in my best interest until I learn more about her to keep her here with me." He fast-forwarded the feed to another date. This time Felicia was no longer in her black outfit, but now wearing a garment that resembled what some females are forced to wear as part of the slave market. Very skimpy. She had a chain collar around her neck. Medusa resisted the urge to make a comment about her new attire. Fortunately, she never became prey for the markets but heard distasteful tales about them. She became curious as to how much of a prisoner this female was or a slave. Judging by his garments, Titanus made have had sexual desires towards her. Or perhaps, he was mocking her since she wasn't a mutant. But if not one, where did she come from? Medusa didn't recall any star systems that housed cat like humanoids. "One day, the turtle named Donatello, approached my group and expressed interest of rejoining." The large yellow caterpillar mutant continued. "I distrusted him of course, but it was more interesting to see the interaction between the two." He froze on the still image of Donatello looking at Felicia. Although he remained neutral, his eyes betrayed him. Medusa knew it was clear. He did have feelings towards her. A smirk slowly spread across her lips.

"Please do go on." She was already plotting his demise.

Titanus moved the feed to later the same date and it showed Donatello interacting with Felicia. He remained silent as the feed played with sound. Donatello and Felicia did miss each other and he almost seemed shocked that she was around. "The two did leave my compound."

Medusa looked at him as if she wondered how sloppy his organization was to have the cameras and clear the evidence, yet allow them to escape. "Is this female still around?"

"My mutants have encountered the turtles on several occasions since that time and she has not been around. I suspect she went back to wherever she came from."

"Perfect." Medusa began to set to work and unpacked her satchel to retrieve the device she purchased.

Titanus watched on. "How are you going to bring in the turtles, Medusa?"

"I will single them out, but this one," She pointed to the image of Donatello on the screen. "I will get him first. Rewind the footage of the cat when she first arrived." Puzzled, Titanus reluctantly agreed. Medusa used the device to capture the scan of the image and video to get the voice down.

Titanus exchanged looks with his mutant compatriots. "What's that?"

Medusa grinned as she slipped the device on her arm and hit the activation. She knew she should wait until she was on the hunt, but she wanted to try it out now. The image produced a flash that engulfed her and then seconds later, Titanus couldn't believe his red eyes! There in front of him stood Felicia McFurry donned again as her vigilante form, Ricochet. "Now, Titanus, I will capture Donatello for you." Medusa laughed in Felicia's voice.