Mist grumbled slightly as he watched his character die thanks to being kicked off the ledge by a smirking Selena. "Great, so much for taking it easy on me."

"You're the one that has years and years more experience playing video games than me." Selena smirked.

"Is this your way of saying I'm old?"

"If the shoe fits."

Mist sighed as he set the controller down on the table, "Stupid fighting games."

Selena asked, "Now that I'm done beating you, what are we going to do for breakfast?"

"We should probably call Tattletale to see how she's doing stealing Coil's accounts and such things. Maybe check in with Taylor, I wouldn't mind making her some spiders that spin super strong webs for her silk production. Let's not forget visiting Panacea and Glory girl."

Charles chuckled, "Taylor wanted me to enhance her breasts… not that most teen girls probably wouldn't want the same. Selena, how much is too much before she talks herself into it? I'd rather not give in to her and make her look cartoonish or something if she hits a growth spurt."

Mist shrugged, "You should be able to check that with your shaper power."

Selena said, "I'd shoot for a B cup now so that she hits C later. Probably no more than that on her frame without looking weird."

"Gotcha, and if she wants me to enhance the rest I'll just go for lithe and elven featured rather than gawky human teenage girl." Charles snorted and shrugged. "I can always change it later if she doesn't like it.

Mist said, "Between that and fixing her eyesight I'm sure she'll be happy."

Selena glanced over toward the kitchen area, "At some point we're going to need to actually cook something in there."

"I'm a good cook, but we'll have to buy something other than computer parts for me to cook with." Charles chuckled. "I'm partial to pizza and lasagna … not to mention burgers. What month is it again?"

Selena smirked, "Or we could have Mist give someone a cooking tinker power."

Mist laughed, "That's not a bad idea but let's wait until we don't have a bunch of people to give powers to. I want to get a couple more people on our side for when the 9 show up."

"How long do you think it will take before they show up?"

"I'm guessing anywhere from a couple of days to a couple of weeks when we make a name for ourselves."

Assault looked at the group of squirming Merchant gang members that were hanging upside-down by their ankles from a street lamp then glanced over at the bag filled with weapons. "I could get used to this."

Battery shook her head, "How long do you think they've been like this?"

"We got the call ten minutes ago, we got here two minutes ago. At least they're gagged so they're not screaming."

Battery sighed, "Gagging them with their own underwear seems cruel and unusual."

"They're drug dealers. I'm not feeling particularly charitable."

"You know they took the money right?"

Assault snorted, "Where's your proof, I mean I didn't see any cash here, did you?"

Battery glanced over when Armsmaster pulled up on his motorcycle, "You know how these things work, there should at least be some cash."

"It's not like being a hero pays well." Assault had made far more money as a jailbreak specialist than he had as a hero.

Armsmaster got off his bike and stalked toward where Assault and Battery were standing, "Report."

Assault gestured at the gang members that were hanging upside down from the streetlight, "They were like that when we got here."

"And why haven't you cut them down?"

"They're normal gang members, it's a job for the cops."

Armsmaster grunted, "Did you at least ask them what happened?"

Assault decided that saying it was more amusing to watch them struggle wouldn't go over well. "You're the one with the lie detector but yeah I was considering it."

Armsmaster scowled, "Fine, finish your patrol, I'll try to get something out of them and make sure the scene isn't disturbed until the cops get here."

"Thanks." Assault smirked as he turned and walked away with Battery.

Armsmaster called out, "I still expect a report on this!"

Charles smirked where he was hidden behind hard light camouflage bending the light around him and followed Assault and Battery, dropping down to soundlessly fly behind them and then after dropping back about five feet used his TK to pinch Battery on the rear.

Battery jumped and spun around, "Damn it."

Assault turned and looked around, "What's up?"

"Someone pinched my ass."

"And you didn't even swat Assault for it…" Charles sighed as he resumed visibility in his Sith outfit.

Assault laughed. "I see how it is."

"Hey, I didn't even touch her ass…" Charles chuckled with a grin.

Battery sighed, "Great, another one."

"Another one what?" Charles raised an eyebrow.

"Prankster." She glanced over at Assault. "This is your fault somehow."

"Of course it's his fault. I figured I use TK to pinch your rear, he gets swatted … you two get to kiss and make up later?" Charles waggled his eyebrows.

Assault reached over and lightly swatted Battery's behind. "Nah, she…" He trailed off as Battery gave him a death glare. "Right, so was there something else?"

"Well, I thought about pranking Armsmaster but I figured giving him a coronary wasn't worth it. How did Miss Piggy like the fact that Kermit was helping solve gang violence and was present when Hookwolf's powers went splat?" Charles grinned.

"I don't think I've seen her that red in a long time. Thankfully Battery backed me up on that because I don't think she would have believed me."

Battery said, "The lab techs are saying that it's permanent."

Charles shrugged. "So?"

"So? You've made a lot of people really nervous. Someone in the PRT blabbed on the forums as well…"

Charles shrugged again. "Doesn't bother me… maybe it'll slow stupidity and gang violence if they think people can steal their powers - especially since they don't have a good description. I mean, Sith Impersonators…" he trailed off, laughing.

Assault snorted, "Most likely the villains will just go for the kill as quickly as they can."

"This is new how?" Charles shrugged. "Better than torturing people like they do now."

"Probably true. So did you want another couple of addresses that I don't officially know about?

"Sure, why not?" Charles grinned and shrugged. "Wouldn't bother me."

Battery sighed, "Piggot is going to flip…"

"Who says pokemon lady needs to know?" Charles grinned at her.

She pulled out a small notebook from her belt pouch, ripped a page out of it and handed Charles the page. "Have fun."

Charles folded it after examining it and poked it into his pocket. "Thanks. So, what are you two doing anyway?"

"Looking for problems, making our presence known and that crap."

"Armsmaster has a problem - there's a stick so far up his ass his eyes are turning brown; you could always help him with that?" Charles grinned.

"Not with a ten foot pole and a hazmat suit. Speaking of, we should probably get moving otherwise we'll get a call asking if we need assistance."

"I need to visit a high school anyway." Charles shrugged.

Battery asked, "Why? Or do I want to know?"

"Some students need Jedi assistance." Charles replied with a smirk.

"Anything we can help with? Or is that one of those things that we're better off not knowing about?"

"Uhh… hmmm… it involves a Ward but if she gets lippy I'll just give her a spanking." Charles shrugged.

Battery frowned, "Which one?"

"Eh … I'm trying to keep her out of trouble, so I'll plead the fifth on that one." Charles replied with a shrug.

Assault snorted, "I doubt Vista is causing trouble which means Shadow Stalker, great… have fun with that."

"I intend to. Like I said, if she gets lippy I fully intend to give her a spanking. Someone needs to; she needs an attitude readjustment." Charles replied as he pulled out and lit a cigar with a Hannibal Smith grin.

Battery wrote her number on a piece of paper and handed it to him, "Go ahead and call if you run into a problem."

"Sure thing." Charles waved and disappeared back behind his Predator imitation and flew off toward the school in question.

~#~Scene Break~#~

Mist adjusted his monkey mask as he walked down the ABB controlled street with a sign saying "Lung Sucks Monkey Shit." He waved cheerfully at the group of Asian street thugs that formed up to confront him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Mist gestured to the sing, "You mean this? I'm exercising my right to free speech. If your fucking cunt of a boss as a problem with me he can come out here and face me."

"You're insane." One of the guys said, "Call the boss."

Another one pointed a gun at Mist and said, "Fuck that, let's just shoot him."

Mist looked at the guy that had suggested shooting him, "If you pull that trigger I'm going to stuff my sign up your ass."

The gang member stared in open mouthed shock as the bullet bounced off the joker in the monkey mask, "Shit! Fucking shoot him!"

Mist sighed as most of the gang members opened fire despite the lack of results the first shot had. "I'm going to need more signs." He reached out with his psychokinesis and lifted all of the gang members that had shot him. "Okay, I'm done playing nice. So here is the deal." He pointed to the one gang member that didn't pull out a gun. "You're going to tell your parahuman bosses that I'm going to come and slap them until they get a clue..." Mist trailed off as someone teleported in and stabbed him in the back. "Excellent."

Oni Lee frowned as his blade bounced off the cape that he had been trying to kill. Sadly for his continued health he had already pulled the pin of a grenade and dropped it at the feet of the man with the sign when he realized that he couldn't teleport anymore.

Mist jumped back as the grenade went off, set the other grenades off in a spectacular pyroclasm of light and noise which took out most of the gang members along with Oni Lee. "Well shit, that didn't work as planned."

The one surviving gang member who had been shielded from the blast stared in horror as his mind tried to comprehend what had just happened.

Mist glanced at his bloody and burned sign, "Well crap…" He looked at the sparkly ball of Oni Lee's powers. "Teleportation and cloning, a little tweaking and someone can probably do something useful with this." He sighed as he continued walking through the ABB territory fishing for Lung or Bakuda.

~#~Scene Break~#~

Winslow High School wasn't all that impressive in the grand scheme of things. It was a place that had let a lot of maintenance slip over the years and the children were allowed to run wild because the administrators were too afraid of reprisals from the gangs to crack down on the gang colors or much of anything else.

Charles sighed, looking the place over and entering with a hard light hologram wrapped around him that made him look like a lanky non-descript teenager in a random band shirt and black pants with long shaggy hair. 'Taylor, where are you?' he sent mentally, sending his mind out amongst the rugrats scurrying about the place.

'In World History with Mr. Gladly.' Taylor sent a mental map of the school with her reply.

Charles kept up a mental SEP field as he wandered the school, following her mental map. 'So, where would the problem makers be? Also, who causes the most crap and lets everyone down? Because really, this place needs shaking up.'

'Sophia causes issues, the principal and Mr. Gladly ignored me being bullied, he walked right by. Most of the people with gang colors are problems as well.' Taylor sent back.

Charles walked along and planted subtle mental triggers for the gang members to distance themselves from their gangs safely and share any important information with either the Police or the PRT depending on who was involved, also planting mental triggers to make the teachers actually do their damn jobs and work to protect their students and teach them well.

For Mr. Gladly and the Principle he planted the recurring nightmares he'd thought up; giving each Taylor's memory of being locked in the locker full of used feminine products to replay every night for a week while enhancing the feeling of helplessness and despair she'd felt while locked in the locker.

'Where would Emma and her new clique be at this time of day? In class?' Charles asked mentally as he leaned against the wall outside Taylor's classroom. 'Also, have you thought any more about what body modifications you'd like? I was thinking something vaguely elven but definitely feminine.' he sent her an image of herself with a fairly large B-cup breasts and a lithe but curvaceous body with no glasses and a luxurious mane of hair stretched out in an innocently sexy pose draped over a divan in a Romanesque area.

'Why are you sending me this in class?' Taylor asked as she shielded her face with her textbook, blushing furiously. 'I thought you were going to be cleaning up the school not teasing me?'

'I already did a good portion of the cleanup; only Emma, Sophia and her other friend left… I set the gang members up to break gang ties safely and report the gang stuff to the Police or PRT, the teachers to actually be inclined to do their damn jobs and enforce the rules; I also set up an appropriately poetic revenge for you vs. the main problems on staff which I've already told you about. So I'm basically killing time.' Charles replied, sending her a mental grin.

'Teachers doing their jobs would be nice. Madison is in class with me and Emma is in French across the hall. The elf girl might work as an alternate identity but either way I want the glasses gone.'

'Sure, I can fix your eyes easily enough… No opinion on the rest?' Charles teased her playfully as he sent out feelers toward Madison to check out her reasons for bullying people to see if it's just Sophia's influence or what.

'Maybe just make sure that I end up with decent sized breasts eventually?'

Charles nodded, 'I'll check you out to see what genetics has to say beforehand.' He then set a daisy chain of Taylor's memories of the bullying and how she felt each time to play in a random order in Madison's dreams as she slept for the next week, culminating with the terror of being stuffed in the locker full of used feminine products and tweaked her impulses to play pranks to where she wasn't inclined to deal out mean spirited pranks to girls lower in the social hierarchy.

'I've dealt with Madison … poetic justice can be a bitch and I'm being one more mean bastard today.' Charles sighed and massaged the bridge of his nose. 'I think I'm gonna have to find someone or something to cuddle after this.'

Taylor hid behind her book as her blush got worse. 'Thanks for helping.'

'You're welcome; high school is bad enough without being tormented.' Charles replied as he moved to Emma's mind and gently began going through her memories to see what the hell was up with her and why she was tormenting Taylor in the first place. 'Shit … hmmmph … well, I had hoped Emma had a good reason for the crazy but it turns out more or less she just had a mental break and decided to torment you because she thought you were a weakness she had to get rid of? Teenage girls are crazy illogical creatures.'

'Hey!' Taylor huffed mentally, 'Can you get her to go get help?'

'Yeah, I can put that as a mental suggestion and make sure she does it… I'll make sure she doesn't tell any of your secrets anymore and won't torment you also.' Charles proceeded to do so and gave Emma some minor mental therapy; he wasn't exactly sure how to fix anything so giving her a compulsion to go to a shrink who was trained to deal with teenage girls and attempted rape was the best he could do. He also set up a clip show of just how she'd made her onetime best friend feel to play over her dreams for the next week as well as setting it up for her to experience EXACTLY how Taylor felt in that locker aside from the Trigger part of the event.

'Now to deal with Sophia…' Charles pulled out a cigar and lit it, puffing it thoughtfully behind his SEP field as he relaxed with his back against the wall as he reached out for Sophia's mind and took a deep drag off his cigar before carefully going through her memories and looking for the cause of her damage and worked diligently to fix the problems he found inside her mind. 'Shit, when she triggered it really screwed her up. Her mom's emotionally abusive ex-boyfriend didn't help.'

Taylor asked, 'Do you think it would help to have Mist fix her powers?'

'Sure as hell wouldn't hurt; I'm going to put in a compulsion for her to come meet us at the diner we like going to so he can. I'm healing the mental damage as much as I can; and I can do a LOT… But with the fact it was her shard doing most of the damage instead of just being a mean spirited bitch from the outset how do you want me to handle this? You were the victim here.'

'Erase her mind for the last two years? Hell I don't know, maybe just the bad parts… but that might just be the anger talking.'

'Well, I've been implanting how you felt and making people relive what they did to you from your point of view as punishment for a week living through it as the victim in their dreams… but after she was already emotionally abused and the fact it was her shard causing it… I'm not sure she deserves it and it might do a LOT of damage.' Charles also implanted a compulsion for her to see a shrink for abused teens and come to the diner the team frequented so Mist could fix her powers/the shard.

'Yeah, maybe just fix the shard and get her to a shrink. That should help, I'll be happy if she stays away from me.'

'Okay, I'm done… just sitting in the hallway smoking a cigar.' Charles chuckled.

'Thanks.' Taylor was just hoping that this would help at least until she could test out of school.

~#~Scene Break~#~

Mist looked at the tall man with dragon tattoos up his arms and neck that was wearing a mask. "I'm guessing you're Lung?"

Lung sneered, "You're a dead man walking for killing Oni Lee."

"The idiot blew himself up, I mean sure he had a little help but he shouldn't have been playing with explosives."

Bakuda sneered, "I'm going to enjoy blowing you up."

Mist gestured and pinned Bakuda's arms and cut off her feet with his psychokinesis as he couldn't remember which foot had the trigger devices for her bombs. "Sorry, we're not playing the hostage game."

Bakuda screamed in agony as the pain hit her.

Lung jumped at the unknown cape only to find himself in the air. "I'll kill you."

"Not in this life.' Mist ignored the collection of gang members shooting at him as he reached out and pulled Lung's power out of him. He examined it. "That's interesting and rather useless in the grand scheme of things. I wonder if I can combine these into something useful." He pushed the two powers together and tweaked things so that when someone teleported they could leave behind a flaming clone if they wanted. "That's not as useful as I'd have liked but at least it takes up less space." He walked over and touched Bakuda's hand and sealed her ankles so that she wouldn't bleed to death. "You don't need to be a Tinker." He reached out and stole her power.

Velocity stared at the scene of a bunch of gang members shooting at a cape that was telekinetically holding Bakuda and Lung in the air. "Well shit, so much for a quiet patrol." He grabbed his radio and called in the attack. "We've got an unknown cape fighting Lung or I should say beating him…"

The PRT dispatcher asked, "Can you repeat that? It sounded like you said Lung was losing?"

"The cape is wearing a monkey mask and he's got Lung incapacitated for now… he's at least bullet proof as a group of gang members are trying to vent his insides and he doesn't seem to care."

"I'm sending backup to your location."

Velocity called out, "Do you need any assistance?"

Mist looked over at the cape, "You could help me tie the rest of the gang members up as they don't seem to understand that shooting me isn't doing anything other than annoying me."

One of the gang members shouted, "Shoot him in the eyes!"

Mist backhanded the gang member that had suggested shooting him in the eyes with his psychokinesis which sent the gang member unconscious. "Let's not. Toss down your weapons or I rip them out of your hands and stop caring about injuring you." He sighed when rather than give up they started running. "Hey, that's not… damn it." He reached out and grabbed the fleeing gang members and dragged them kicking and screaming back to the site of the confrontation. "Just zip tie them." He started ripping weapons out of their hands and lightly clubbing people over the head. "Fuck maybe he's right, this world is starting to annoy me."

Velocity moved forward and started tying people up as quickly as he could.

Mist waited until the gang members were tied up before he turned to look at Velocity. He used his psychokinesis to play havoc with his voice. "They attacked me, I defended myself. It's a clear cut case of self defense."

Velocity looked at the bloody sign that was laying on the ground near the cape that insulted Lung. "And the sign? Most people would consider that baiting..."

"Freedom of speech."

"I don't suppose I can talk you into coming back with me to file some paperwork?"

Mist briefly considered stuffing the extra powers in the hero then decided that he had other uses for them. "Nah. I'd rather avoid the attention. Feel free to claim responsibility to taking down Lung, Bakuda and even Oni Lee if you want though mostly that one was him blowing himself up when he couldn't kill me. I'll see you around though." Mist smirked as he flew up into the air then headed back toward the docks where he'd stashed another set of clothing. 'I'll have to burn the mask and my clothes but that's a small price to pay for cutting off the head of the ABB.'

~#~Scene Break~#~

Charles sat in the darkened lair, throwing a ball at the wall and catching it as he smoked a cigar.

Mist walked through the door, "Cross off the ABB leadership and who likes bombs, teleportation and fire?"

"Bombs are fun; I dealt with teen drama… Emma has a borked head and I sent her to a shrink, Sophia's power borked her head because it was coupled with emotional abuse from her mom's ex-boyfriend so I did the Professor X thing and healed what I could and sent her for counseling for the rest. I delivered the poetic justice thing to everyone but Sophia because she honestly couldn't help being a psycho with her shard and emotional abuse on top of it. I feel like a bastard."

"I'll have to see if I can fix her power at some point. If not we'll rip it out and start over with something saner. Welcome to the joys of being a telepath. It probably helps explain why Professor X didn't just rewrite people's brains to be less annoying."

"Bah, he didn't use his powers because if he did it wouldn't make good comic books." Charles snorted. "I think I'm gonna track Noelle down, I feel dirty and want cuddles. Then again I could buy a puppy with less effort."

"Or make a monstrous pet." Mist chuckled, "That reminds me, I'm thinking of making a couple of gremlins with rat brains that Skitter can use as scouts."

Charles shook his head, "And this sounds cuddly to you?"

"Some of the gremlins were cute… wait that was the cartoon trolls wasn't it?"

Selena called out from the kitchen, "I vote purple hair."

Mist pulled Bakuda's tinker shard out of his pocket and checked it over for mental issues a third time then held it out, "Bombs? I guess I could always give the bomb shard to Tattletale or Regent… okay not Regent."

"Sure." Charles had barely spoken before Mist tossed the Tinker orb at him.

Mist grinned, "Now I just have to figure out what to do with the combination of Lung and Oni Lee's powers, any suggestions?"

"Ummm… that's one hell of a combination - and I'm not really sure." Charles replied, "What does the combined shard do? I can store it for you until we find someone."

"Allows teleportation and lets you leave a temporary flaming copy of yourself behind. The teleportation isn't great as it's line of sight but the flaming copies should be amusing. If you don't want it I can find a random girl that would probably want to be a cape."

Charles shrugged, "I offered to store it for you. I'm not sure if I want to be a teleporting fire bomber personally so you could have time to find someone more stable than a random teenage girl. I've been in teenage girls heads all afternoon; ninety percent of them are fucking nuts and make no sense!"

Selena asked, "Are you saying that I'm nuts?"

"All women are nuts! It's just you're so cute and cuddly that makes up for it."

"He's got a point." Mist laughed as he held out the power. "Go ahead and store it while I look for a stable person to give it to."

Charles took the power and shunted it into his container power.

Selena poked her head out of the kitchen and stuck her tongue out then went back to cooking.

Mist shrugged, "I might as well hit the Merchants while I'm thinking about it. I should be able to find them with my powers."

"Want me to build you a disguise before you go?" Charles asked curiously. "Or want me to come with you?"

"Either way, with you along we can just sneak in, steal their powers and money, loot their accounts and leave without a fight. My method of dealing with the ABB caused some waves…"

Selena asked, "What did you do?"

Mist said, "I might have walked about their territory with a sign that said Lung Eats Monkey Shit…"

Selena stepped out of the kitchen and looked at Mist dubiously, "You what?"

"It was the quickest way I knew of to flush out the leadership."

"This is what happens when he wanders off by himself." Charles pointed at her with his cigar.

Selena nodded, "We have a rule in the game, no leaving his mage alone for more than a day to cause mischief. It never ends well."

"Hey, those ogres were asking for it." Mist replied.

"I think we may need to set up a babysitting schedule." Charles nodded sagely.

Selena laughed as she went back to cooking.

Mist shrugged, "We'll just have to find some cute girls to keep me sidetracked. I wouldn't mind having a costume for when you're not around but I'm happy to have the help taking out Skidmark and Squealer."

"Okay." Charles stood up and encased them both in their hard light costumes.

Selena called out, "Have fun storming the castle!"

"I vote we fix Squealer and bring her back with us."

Mist asked, "Why?"

"You did say you wanted a girl to keep you occupied." Charles smirked.

Mist snorted, "Hell no, she's a drug addict, probably has I'm not even sure how many diseases and has a piece of shit scum for a boyfriend which means her taste in men sucks shit."

"We can fix all that…"

"If you want to try fixing her head and recruiting her… I'm sure we could use her at the other base."

"Hmmm, I guess. We'll just have to see." Charles replied, puffing on his cigar.

"That works. Regent would probably be a good choice to give her ability to. It would drive him nuts having a power that he can't be lazy with and I mean who doesn't want a sweet ride?"

Charles chuckled, "I like sweet rides … especially when they're about yay tall, have nice breasts and a great rump… long hair…"

"Well you have that body shaping power and telepathy so you can probably make it work."

"I'm not that far gone; I'm not going to custom make myself a girlfriend including programming her brain. Girls are much more fun when they're a little nuts, instead of being brain dead sex slaves."

Mist laughed, "Yes, yes they are."

"I'm not claiming I won't do bodywork; especially if the girl asks me to but unless she has mental issues she wants or needs fixed to function I'd rather not go there. Too much temptation to tweak things and if you do that to people you're having sex with you become Willow from late season Buffy." Charles intoned and puffed his cigar.

Mist rolled his eyes, "She went off the deep end. I blame Buffy. Let's go crack some heads and make some money."

"I blame Crack Head Joss myself. What do you think Selena?" He called into the kitchen as he walked over to join Mist.

"I think it was a crime to kill off Tara and she should have had a foursome with Dawn, Xander and Willow but I can't see the network people letting that slide. I can't even remember any horrible tentacle sex jokes on a show with demons. Is that evil enough for you?"

"You're evil." Mist shook his head as he headed for the stairs. He muttered, "That's why she doesn't get the bomb power…"

Charles chuckled and walked with Mist out of the hidden lair. "I can agree with that … maybe I should make her a cute and fluffy tentacle monster. I mean, if she's into that..."

"That could be fun and horrifying."

"Bet I could make millions making tentacle monsters to use in Japanese porn."

"Probably, Nilbog made monsters that spawned monsters so it probably wouldn't be that hard to set something up or I could give a person a power that conjured them." Mist shook his head, "Yeah, I'm losing it."

"I thought so years ago." Charles replied.

~#~Scene Break~#~

Mist was actually a bit disgusted with how easy it was to sneak into the Merchant's base using his ability to sense powers to find it and Charles' stealth and telepathy to get past the guards. The worst part was looking at the overweight Tinker and the monkey faced drug addict that didn't bother to wear anything to bed. Mist reached out and stole Skidmark and Squealers powers and then held the powers out to Charles. He whispered, "That was way too easy."

Charles took the powers and stuffed them into the power locker. 'Yeah, and what do you want to do now? Rob the safe?'

Mist glanced around at the piles of money that weren't even in a safe. "I would if they had one. Should we zip tie them to the bed and call the cops?"

"Sounds good… if they had one…" Charles used his mental powers to put them all to sleep and then headed around to start bagging up money in the sports bag he'd kept from their earlier heist.

Mist started floating stacks of money over to Charles to put away.

"You know, if I wanted to be cruel and unusual I'd have them all start having sex before I called the cops … but that would be cruel to the cops and to us."

"Nah you could put it on a delay, then it's just cruel to the cops." Mist sighed, "All things considered the cops have a tough job in the city so we probably shouldn't add to it. Actually, I have a nasty idea." Mist walked over and touched Squealer's hand with his finger and sorted through all of the toxins in Squealer's body and made her immune to them using his shaper power and fixed the damage they had already done to her. "There, I made it so she's immune to the drugs that were in her system which was just about all of them."

"That's pretty cruel…" Charles reached over and undid her psychological addiction, there was no need to torture non-combatants and then using his TK collected all the money that would fit in the bags they had. "Lets get out of here."

"Sounds good to me. Do we want to break some legs and track down some of the rest of the idiots selling girls here or do you want to leave that for the cops? Because…" He trailed off as everything glass in the room shattered explosively. "Fuck!"

Charles focused and made it so no one could see them. 'Telepathy and mental invisibility time, no idea what the fuck is going on so … lets find the slave runners and deal with them; the girls probably need more healing than the cops can give unless Panacea is volunteering for rape and slavery victims this week.'

'I'm guessing the glass shattering means the Slaughterhouse Nine is in town but you're right we should finish up here.'

'In less than three days since you got here? At this point they should be somewhere on the other side of the country from what I can remember.'

Mist grumbled, 'Fuck if I know what the hell happened. Maybe the same fucker that brought me here called them.'

Charles sent his mental senses floating around to see what's going on and where the enemies were. Shatterbird was flying above the city. Mannequin was creeping around the city in the docks. Jack was about three hundred yards away with Bonesaw, Hatchet Face and Crawler.