A/N: Agent Kim is like your typical hiring manager, except he works for the mafia. So naturally, all his recruits are a little extra.


When he'd been first approached with the idea of ransacking the UA sports festival, Gentle thought the world was ending and nobody had bothered to inform him.

Agent Kim and his team of not-quite-asylum-patients-but-getting-there specialists had taken his spit-take to be an acceptable conversation starter, and suddenly he was involved whether he liked it or not.

The team that had introduced themselves as Treasure Retrieval Crew took what sounded like a villain's unattainable dream and made it not only marginally less impossible, but actually doable. He'd found himself sucked into the proposition before La Brava even realized they had guests.

Her opinion had been predictably unimpressed. Gentle's ideas usually left her star-eyed and motivated so this was new, but most of her mistrust into Mission Revival Phase II came from her lack of trust into Agent Kim's crew. After the team had graciously given them a day to talk it over, it wasn't too hard to bring her into the fold. She remained convinced the operation was destined to fail before it even started, but she was quickly proven wrong.

Meticulous planning, communication, professionalism and sheer enthusiasm were only part of the reason the team worked like a well-oiled machine. Team was young, but not only did they have the drive necessary to shake the status quo with their devil may care attitude, they were also ridiculously well-suited to the mission. At one point, Agent Kim admitted his recruitment procedure relied on hiring people who were just crazy enough not to conform to what society classified as normal, but not too far gone to become psychopaths.

Gentle fell in love with them instantly.

Not so much the people themselves as the idea, but he'd grown to like the team eventually. For the most part.

Bruno, for all the boy looked like a brute, was the friendliest of the bunch, supplying everyone with snacks at all times. For somebody who never graduated high school, Gentle sympathized with him on a personal level. Still, that never stopped the boy from asking all the right questions, make all the right calculations, and once the topic of mathematics and computers got brought up, he proved himself over and over to be a genius.

Much to her initial dismay, even La Brava had grown attached to the boy's enthusiasm. His dedication and intelligence rivaled her own, and once he openly asked her for hacking tips, the two had become inseparable.

Mole, on the other hand, was a true dumb brute in all but size. Small, eternally swearing at impossible volumes and sporting equally bombastic hair, he picked fights left and right, and usually suffered for it, courtesy of his more intelligent crew members who'd grown used to his antics. His nifty little Quirk was crucial to the plan's success, but ability to create underground pathways much like his namesake was truly wasted on somebody who didn't know what to do with it.

Agent Kim and Bruno, enlisting Siren and occasionally La Brava's help, had spent majority of their preparation time painstakingly regulating Mole's Quirk so they could set up the backbones of their plan, which included turning the entire UA backyard into their underground playground. After each section they finished, Mole would explode at one person or another, with the sort of brutal honestly and a foul tongue that even Gentle could grudgingly appreciate.

Well, appreciate more than he could appreciate somebody like Siren, anyway.

Siren got in the way, complained, oftentimes put people around him down and generally did things Gentle thought were needlessly disrespectful, such as drinking black tea before breakfast. For a recent college graduate, he was also a lot less smart than he thought himself to be, frequently messing up some basic facts and, more frequently, misplacing everyone's things. His only redeeming feature was the fact he hated bullies more than he hated even vegetables, so he was the first to put Mole in his place when he started picking fights.

On the other hand, Siren's insane Quirk kept their plans on track every time it looked like things were about to get out of hand, and their plan was about to get prematurely revealed. For that alone, Gentle could appreciate his contribution.

Last members of Kim's original six were the Twins, helpfully known as Twin One and Twin Two. Two identical and all too cheerful redheads seemed to believe the rest of the world was their playground and, in line with that, they treated everyone else as their playthings. They didn't speak a word of Japanese, contributed the team in no way Gentle could see, yet they adopted La Brava into their sister society and regularly dragged her into their prank wars with the boys.

Bruno had initially introduced them as fail-safes, and the girls had taken that as a grave offense, for they'd started an eternal prank war that left neither side without its fair share of bruises and missing undergarments.

For such a tight-knit and highly specialized group of young people, oldest of them being the mid-twenties Agent Kim, Gentle never thought he and La Brava would fit in so well. But the group had taken to them like moths to flames, and he'd grown quite fond of them in return. He still didn't know if they'd be able to pull off what they'd set off to do, but they'd made La Brava happy after a long time. In return, Gentle was happy to offer his assistance in spite of the risks. It helped that the kids seemed to think risk was something you ate for breakfast.

Then, day before the big event, Agent Kim brought six more recruits as reinforcements, and the well-oiled machine all but fell apart.

They were sitting in a meeting, after Kim had bestowed the extras with their own nicknames and then shooed them off somewhere else while everyone dragged their feet into their impromptu meeting room. Gentle was oddly honored to be the be included for the first time since this chaotic mission prep started.

Rest of the group was less than enthusiastic, La Brava included.

"Why are they on the team?" Siren asked, before the last of them (Twin Two) had even taken her seat. "They look like they belong in boxing rings, not high priority mission like this. I'm against this."

"Well, you're not wrong," Kim noted dryly, "Boxing ring is exactly where I found them."

"Then send them back. We can do better."

Looking up from his empty mug of beer like he was already awfully tired of this talk, Mole sighed. "They're just fodder, right? Who cares if they're involved?"

Siren looked like he wanted to snatch his mug and whack him on the head with it.

"I know the ugly one, I've seen him on the news," La Brava interjected.

"What do you mean ugly? They're all ugly," Mole interjected.

"Except Doll, she's pretty," Siren agreed.

"The one with a friggin' scar on his face," La Brava hissed. Uncharacteristic scowl darkened her face. "He's a wife-beater who ended up on the street and survived by robbing small shops. We'd be better off just handing him to the cops."

"I say we fire them all and find a new crew," Siren threw in. "Well, we can keep Doll. Her Japanese could use some work, but she's a pyromaniac and we need that. And she's kinda cute, not a fucking psycho like the rest of the lot."

Gentle sort of questioned Siren's tastes when he seemed to like a girl who more or less looked like an actual plastic doll. Then again, from what Kim explained of her Quirk, it was a consequence of turning her skin to plastic. Pros, as La Brava quickly picked up, were that she couldn't get moles or blisters or any skin rashes, but the cons of looking like an actual doll, wide eyes, puffy cheeks and all, outweighed the good sides by a landslide. And her atrocious Japanese didn't need work, it needed a total intellect transplant, maybe from someone who had more than two brain cells.

"Do you want to put it to a vote, then?" Kim asked, and without any preamble, "Who's for it that the current back-up crew stays?"

Much to Gentle's surprise, nobody raised their hands. There was a brief moment of confusion, before several sets of eyes turned to glare at Siren. The pretty boy just sent them a smile. "What? I didn't say anything."

"I'm gonna punch your fucking fuckboy face!" Halfway out his chair, the only thing stopping Mole from doing well on his promise was Bruno hugging him around the waist and Gentle pulling him by the back of his shirt. Mole struggled anyway, before they forced him back in his seat. He glared daggers at Siren anyway. "Later, damn it."

In the end, they put it up to a vote – a proper vote. Bruno had taken it upon himself to explain the situation to the Twins, and like usual, the girls didn't care much about what was outside their own sphere of influence, so they voted for. Kim and Mole were also for keeping the thugs in the crew, and surprisingly, so was Bruno.

"Well, I mean, I don't really want them on the team either, but when you think about it, they're actually not? They should cover the areas the rest of us can't, right? Doesn't that make them a separate strike unit?" he'd explained meekly to La Brava's eyes, full of disappointment and betrayal. Fortunately, he'd taken most of the burnt, so by the time she realized Gentle supported the majority, she'd merely shaken her head dejectedly.

"Don't take it personally, my dear La Brava. I just think we don't have enough time to find anyone new."

With that done, Kim had gone over to review the final team division. Only once he'd placed the wife beater into the team with two other violent thugs, Gentle began to realize there was a gamble in place.

"Their job is just to spread chaos," Kim went on to explain. "If they get caught, so be it. They're strictly hired muscle."

"Then what does that make us?" La Brava asked, still sore about the vote. Ah, brave and lovable La Brava. Gentle knew from the get-go that the only reason they'd ever been approached was because the team desperately needed her hacking skills. If anyone could pull her weight even after such a crushing defeat, it was definitely her.

"Centerpieces," Bruno informed them, with a degree of professionalism Gentle hadn't expected from him. Then the boy smiled. "I mean, you're part of the team, of course, but you're not part of the family. You negotiated your terms, we agreed. If something goes wrong, we're here to make sure you guys can get away." He poked Mole on the shoulder, who quickly nodded.

"Pretty much," Agent Kim confirmed. "You are business partners, so to speak. They are... well."

"Thugs for hire," Mole summed up for him. "They're gonna fuck shit up for a few wads of money. But frankly they would've gotten better if they'd just asked."

And that had been it, end of discussion. It might've left a bad taste in La Brava's mouth, but the world of underworld crime often did.

"We are fourteen in total," Agent Kim continued the meeting. "La Brava and I will take position on UA rooftop. Robots, gates and drones will be up to us. All the mission control will come from there. If opportunity arises, we will try to immobilize the target. The rest of you will be split into teams of three. Is everything clear so far?"

Bored nods came from around the room.

"Good," Agent Kim said. "Twins will take Doll and be in charge of all the commotion outside. Bruno, I'll leave two thugs to you, so you can keep the heroes stationed outside busy."

"Okay."

"Mole, Gentle and Siren, you'll be stationed inside the stadium so we can stick to the timing of the rest of it. Most pros will be there, so you'll have to rely on Siren not to get caught. Don't overexert yourself. If it looks hopeless at any point, or the heroes catch wind of what you're doing, don't hesitate to run."

"Sure," Gentle mumbled, a less than enthusiastic reaction compared to Mole's shout. But at the very least Siren looked like he wasn't all too happy with the proposition.

"So we're sending the worst scum in with the kids?" he asked, delicate brows scrunching at the thought.

"Don't worry," Agent Kim said with something of a smile lighting up his shadowed features. "I've seen those kids during USJ. Robots will be a bigger problem for them than anything those thugs could do."

"If you say so..."

"Right, then. The final stage." Agent Kim fixed his spectacles, which he only seemed to wear occasionally, gesturing towards the images that appeared on his screen. "On my signal, everyone will move in this area on the map. La Brava will unlock these paths so each of the teams can slip in unnoticed and go after the ring. Hopefully we'll have the target tagged by then, but if no, each of the teams has a photo."

"Ooooh so that's why we have the dumb thugs in the course from the start!" Mole laughed. "That's sneaky. That's real sneaky."

"Well, it depends," Kim coughed awkwardly. "The target will probably be expecting us, so it would be best if Siren or the Twins could get to him first. We want to keep the number of injuries minimal."

"You've planned this out quite well," Gentle offered a reluctant compliment, perhaps as reassurance. Maybe it wouldn't be too far off to say that nobody here wanted to hurt innocent children. Except Mole. But then again, Mole wanted to hurt everyone.

Kim merely sighed. "Well, then, that would be it. You all know what you gotta do. Go and get some rest. We have a long day ahead."


After the first stage reached its end, and Agent Kim gave the signal, everything was still going according to plan. Gentle was pretty happy with it, at any rate.

Situation inside the stadium had devolved into chaos, people were panicking, and not even the pros could keep things fully under control. Siren had done a good job driving some select individuals into panic mode, but not too much to be inherently seen as mind control. All Might going around and blasting the doors open only aided them further, because as long as he was on that, he wasn't looking for them, and that was something even brutes like Mole could appreciate. They'd passed a melted section of a wall at some point, too, probably Endeavor's work, but whether people were going in or out wasn't important anymore.

With Eraserhead, it was a little more dangerous. The man was sharp, armed with a nasty Quirk and nastier attitude, and if he caught sight of Siren even for a moment, their entire plan could fall apart. So they'd planned for Mole to keep him occupied. He was a fighter through and through, and Aizawa's erasure was useless against somebody who never relied on his quirk. They'd just never had the time to implement that.

Instead, Mole had been backing up Siren from start to finish, while most of Gentle's part consisted of creating impromptu trampolines where people least expected them. It was useful in masses and unlikely to get him caught, but also made it difficult to move around too much lest he become suspicious.

Still, somehow, they'd all managed to move into position at about the right time when Agent Kim gave his signal.

Everything went to hell from there.

"Gotcha!" a baby yelled, just as their secret pathway opened.

"Reborn?! Crap!" Mole's eyes wide with recognition, he slammed their pathway door shut.

"I'll handle this!" Siren yelled, even if he sounded like he wanted to do anything but. "Mole, in position! Gentle, get your girl and run!"

Gentle had no idea who Reborn was, didn't want to find out, but perhaps the last thing he wanted to do was run. Everything had gone according to plan, everything right up until this moment now. He didn't want a baby to be responsible for ruining so much of their effort. But then Mole created a hole that kept the baby busy for less than a moment, grabbed Gentle by the back of his costume, and ran like hell.

And suddenly the plan itself didn't matter at all.

Gotta get La Brava!

So Gentle went.


In lack of any better options, Izuku and everyone stayed in the start area to work on their plan. Between him, Yaoyorozu, Tokoyami and Uraraka, finding a way for everyone to fly had been easy. Given Uraraka could make everybody but herself weightless, that also meant Izuku could reach his best speed without worrying about the extra weight or possible injuries. Rest of the plan had come to them equally easy.

Possibly the first warning sign that they weren't going to get a chance at executing it was a distinct lack of noise coming from the obstacle course. Having gone to inspect that, Uraraka was more than a little surprised. Blinking at the empty space, she turned to Tokoyami in wonder. "Didn't you say they were fighting robots?"

"I did." Tokoyami frowned. Other than some broken robot pieces, everything from the start-line up to the first turn was now devoid of anything, metal or human. There was too much noise coming from everywhere to be sure what was happening, what with explosions still going off outside the stadium.

They exchanged a look, before running back to the group, Uraraka shaking her head. "It's... weird. There's nobody close, and..." a sound got her attention; a click. They all turned to look at the giant, but still firmly locked gate, keeping them apart from the rest of the stadium and any professional help.

Then there was another click, and a small maintenance door they never noticed opened.

Uraraka moved before anyone else could.

Izuku gasped as he, Yaoyorozu and Tokoyami were flung in the air. Having grasped most of her plan, Tokoyami had the Dark Shadow hide them right before the little side door fully opened. Three shapes emerged from the inside hall, two of them looking like any random visitors, if a little more problematic, while the last one had Sports Festival volunteer uniform on him, and a laptop. They spotted Uraraka immediately.

"Huh? You're not the kid we're looking for," one of them growled. Behind them, the volunteer smacked his own head.

Uraraka made a theatrical clap.

"EH? Are you the maintenance staff? Aaah, I'm so glad to see you," she all but cried. "Robots went crazy! This is so much worse than entrance exams, I'm so scared! Can you help me find the teachers? One of those metal tin-cans hurt Mina-chan so bad!" Never mind that with her acid, none of the robots could put a scratch on Ashido.

Still, Izuku couldn't help but grin. Good move, Uraraka-san! Now we'll know if they know our Quirks or not!

Two of the strangers shared a look, before rounding on Uraraka. "Beat it, kid. Aren't you supposed to be racing?"

Upping the act of a desperate classmate, Uraraka grabbed each of their hands before they could do anything. "But Mina-chan is hurt~!"

Somewhere behind them, the volunteer began to panic. "Wait, don't-!"

Too late.

Uraraka flung them in the air, then released, stopping the use of her Quirk on Izuku and the others as well. Thugs fell into a heap and stayed there, as Yaoyorozu and Izuku landed on them with their full weight, while Tokoyami and Dark Shadow were already moving to take care of the fake volunteer.

Dark Shadow punched him into the wall, laptop skidding aside. Tokoyami smirked, hand rising in a thumbs-up.

Helping Yaoyorozu and Izuku get back on their feet, Uraraka grinned. "Great teamwork, Tokoyami-kun!"

"Yeah!"

"Um, everyone? I don't feel so good."

Tokoyami froze. "What's wrong, Dark Shadow?" But then both he and his Quirk sagged, and then fell, unable to lift off the ground.

"Tokoyami-san?" Yaoyorozu called in panic.

She tried to rush there, but stopped when the fake volunteer began to rise. Clutching his painful stomach, he recovered quickly, while something behind him began to twitch in the shadows.

"Ow, that hurt," the volunteer said, even as he struggled to stand. "It would've been so much better if I didn't have to do this..." Wiping sweat from his brow, he bent slightly forward. "I'm sorry for all the trouble, please don't take it personally. But we're on a clock here."

Belatedly, Izuku saw a scorpion sting twitch at the end of the exoskeleton tail, far too close to where Tokoyami and Dark Shadow had been.

Then he launched forward, not at Uraraka or even Yaoyorozu, who had been the closest to him, but towards Izuku. Izuku, who still had some trouble realizing he'd actually missed a scorpion tail growing out of a person just now. The sting was coming, and he was all too slow lighting his flames.

Sharp tip coated in paralytic poison met metal, a half-finished titanium plate falling out of Yaoyorozu's arm. "For goodness' sake, Midoriya!"

"Sorry, you had to do it a third time after all," he murmured, but it was fine now. Both the fingerless gloves and shoes Leon had made for him were burning bright, and his hands were in position. He was grateful to Yaoyorozu for buying him that one extra second. He'd needed a moment to prepare. "You might wanna take cover!"

Digging his feet into the ground, he thrust both his hands forward, and focused. Fire built up into a highly concentrated ball of flames, and he thrust forward.

"Flare!"

Ensuing explosion blasted both him and the fake volunteer off their feet. The others had avoided the worst of it, although the explosion of light seemed to do quite some damage to Dark Shadow along the way.

Once the dust and smoke cleared, Izuku picked himself up from where he'd unceremoniously ended up on his butt, again. He was really going to have to do better with this technique. Still, he was relieved to know that at the very least, it worked. The fake volunteer was on the ground and Yaoyorozu was already preparing several sets of handcuffs.

Finger pointing, Uraraka had some trouble lifting her jaw from the floor. "Isn't that a bit much?"

"Just in case," she said, as she locked the volunteer's hands together, then his feet, then created another extra set to handcuff his hand to his foot and make it doubly more complicated if anyone tried to help him up.

Izuku made a mental note to never piss her off again.

They were just a little too late to notice the movement behind them.

"That... didn't go according to plan at all."

Back on their feet, the thugs Izuku and Yaoyorozu had taken down looked ready for another round. One of them was spinning his hand not too high off the ground, the dirt moving and sizzling under him. A recent newsflash of the Dirt Villain ransacking rich celebrities' houses and leaving them buried in mud came to Izuku's mind.

He moved before he could think, only one counter in mind before the dirt wave came flooding. "Zero Point Breakthrough: First Edition!"

And everything was encased in ice.

Both thugs, one attacking, one fleeing. Half the massive gate behind them. And a giant earthwave that had stopped an inch away from Yaoyorozu's face. All of that firmly frozen, Izuku staggered back, instantly exhausted, like somebody had sucked all the strength out of it. No matter how much he trained for it, Zero Point Breakthrough always did that.

Still, his classmates were fine, for the most part, and Yaoyorozu releasing a tiny little gasp meant she'd gotten away without being frozen as well. Izuku managed an awkward grin. "Does that make us even?"

She looked like she wanted to slap him. Oops.


Grinning at each other, Twin One and Twin Two stopped randomly moving the landmines through the underground maze Mole had created. Their telekinesis was precise, but they'd ended up setting off some of the bombs prematurely anyway. Either way, now that the final bomb was in its place, it was game over. If Bruno and Kim didn't mess up their calculations, the entire refreshments area was going to sink a few feet once it was activated. Whether it really happened or not, Twins didn't care. Their part here was finished.

High-fives done, the twins made their way through the panicking crowds, careful not to activate any of the bombs they'd relocated before they got to their last team member.

From where she'd lit up the final firework set in all the wrong directions, Doll smiled, brushing the silvery hair from her face. Twins grabbed each of her arms and dragged her along, manic grins spreading on their faces as they ran.

They were going to be a little late for Agent Kim's signal, but that was okay. As far as they were concerned, things have gone better than planned.


It had been maybe minutes after he'd blown out the final door of the stadium, All Might was already on his way to contain the worst of the chaos, but ultimately there wasn't much that he could do. Worse, in all that haste, he'd activated some of the landmines himself. They barely packed any punch, but there was enough smoke to freak out a number of general course students in vicinity.

"I'm alright, I'm alright!" he yelled in passing.

Pro heroes stationed outside had taken it upon themselves to keep the masses under control, and now that there were less bombs going off, it wasn't too difficult of a task. Problem was that plenty of people looked rather shaken by the event, and All Might couldn't blame them. Before he'd seen the situation outside for himself, he'd been thinking they'd find quite a few bodies on the ground, given all the screaming and fireworks and explosions.

After getting there, the worst he'd seen were some light burns from the people who'd found themselves on the wrong side of fireworks, bruises from the landmines and several fist fights that had broken out between visitors pointing each other to be the culprit.

In fact, he was witnessing one fight just like that, coming to an end by extensive application of UA support equipment. One visitor was trapped in what looked like a jetpack and a pair of metal shoes, while the other was endlessly spinning around with the aid of what looked a lot like an exoskeleton movement assistance suit. Pink-haired support course student was cackling madly at her work.

"Rejoice! For you have been the first to test out the strength and durability of my wonderful babies! Now talk! Which one of your ugly friends was it that stole one of my darling babies? Talk, and I may not need to make you suffer!"

"We're telling you, it wasn't us! We're not the villains here, dammit!"

"Oh-ho? You certainly were behaving like villains when I found you!" The student pulled out a remote and pressed a button, and the exoskeleton support twisted in a way that looked to be quite uncomfortable for the spine.

All Might paused, debating on whether he should get involved. The support course student looked like she had it under control, so he decided to keep going and let Power Loader deal with it later.

I need to find young Midoriya quickly!

A woman screamed, not too far, and All Might crossed the distance in a single leap. In the end, it had been nothing more but a landmine, and the woman, a reporter of all things, didn't even have a scratch on her.

All Might, on the other hand, managed to trigger another one when landing. And just as that happened, the ground under his feet began to shake. Then it gave out, the rest of the surrounding area following suit. All Might found himself knee deep in dirt, unable to quite remove the smile from his face even while the reporter shrieked. This is getting very old, very fast.

More people shrieked, because the ground had not given away there only, but everywhere in the refreshments area. Multiple people found themselves stuck in similar position to All Might, and even more were just flat out stuck waist-deep in mud. He counted at least ten painful cries.

The sirens in the distance were a clear sign somebody had called the police, too.

Vein popping, All Might flexed his knees and jumped.

Hundreds of pro heroes, security personnel and teachers, yet they couldn't deal with a situation that was more and more turning out to be a number of wide-spread pranks.

This was going to be a publicity disaster.