At My Fingertips Chapter 5 (original chapter Chapter 25, second chapter Chapter 110)

A Week Later

Empire 88 Meeting

"Someone thinks they're so clever by attacking our stockpiles of weapons." Kaiser said conversationally. The man in the armored costume paced at the head of every Cape on the Empire's roster, aside from Purity. All of them looked uncomfortable at the aura of restrained violence that the usually charming and affable man was putting off.

"We do not yet know who this person is, but we do know that it's the same person who wrecked the Merchants and put Skidmark and Squealer away." the second generation leader of the Empire 88 said faux-calmly. "The methods of entry are the same and the way all guards are disabled and removed from the premises before it is blown up is also the same. Whoever this is, they are at least more competent and skilled than the Merchants, but that is not a high bar by any means. They are treating us as being the same as the low-level scum of the Merchants…and that is not going to stand."

Turning to face his Capes, Kaiser's armored mask glowered at them. "Hookwolf will be handing out assignments to you all once the meeting ends. Tonight, you are all going to stake out an area of our territory with storehouses similar to the ones that have already been hit. Should the little bastard who has been mocking us show up, you are to call it in first and foremost. I want this lowly thief crushed under the full weight of the Empire's might. If I hear of ANY of you going off half-cocked and letting this little sonofabitch go, don't bother remaining in Brockton Bay. Understood?"

Stiff nods came from everyone.

"Good. Dismissed."

Later

With Rune, on Patrol, Brockton Bay

"Fuck me." the girl grumbled. She'd already gone through an entire day at that shithole of a school (Winslow), which was made only slightly better by the removal of the Bitch Trio of Hess, Barnes and Clements. She had no clue why, but the rumor mill had it that their favorite target, Hebert, had managed to get her case known to the right people, AKA people who actually gave a damn about someone being bullied in ways that disgusted even Rune.

She had no clue why the scrawny girl had been their favorite target, but Rune had to admit that the way Hebert had kept coming back for more no matter how badly she was victimized had earned her some respect. She would have intervened herself, what with the fact that the girl was a white person being beaten on by a black person, and she offered an in with the Dockworker's Association, but she was under orders to not do anything to raise suspicions about herself at school, to blend in with the herd.

This hadn't sat well with her for some reason.

The crackle of her radio drew her out of her brooding. "All clear at Point 5."

Alabaster had been assigned the point near to her, as if she needed babying. That pissed her off.

Rune grabbed her own radio and pressed the right button to let her transmit. "This is Point 6, no sign of anyone here either."

One by one, the other Capes sounded off…except from Stormtiger.

"Shit, they must've gotten to him." Kaiser cursed over the radio. "All Points converge on Point 14 immediately! Keep your heads in the game; if Stormtiger's down, then they must've gotten around his power somehow. Master/Stranger alert, now!"

"Fuck!" Rune cursed and levitated the manhole cover she was using as a flying platform up, and away, flying towards the area that Stormtiger had been assigned. The former pit-fighter was almost arrogant about his power's control over the air, as it let him attack from range and in close combat, let him fly and allowed him to sense the air around him for a wide radius. If someone had gotten around that last part, then they were to be treated seriously.

The loud explosion from the direction she was heading in, as well as the explosive plume that erupted from the building in question, made her curse. Great, this was going to have Kaiser on everyone's asses for failing to be useful…wait, what was that movement over there…?

Even as she turned towards it, Rune's vision was taken up by the sole of a boot that slammed into her head and sent her tumbling off her platform and to the roof below. Thankfully, it wasn't too far a drop, and she had trained herself for this exact scenario, so she rolled int the airs to land more safely before managing to get to her feet quickly, and getting the first good look at the person who had been attacking Empire storehouses for over a week.

Their costume was black, seeming to absorb light and their boots made almost no sound when they moved. They were tall, with a mask covering their entire face. The only decoration on the entire costume was the white stylized 'M' on the mask. Aside from that, there were guns in holsters on the legs of the figure, as well as a pouch strapped to the left hip and a small backpack on their back.

"Who the fuck're you, asshole?!" Rune demanded. She looked around subtly for something for her to use her power on.

"The name is Mnemosyne." the figure spoke softly, albeit with a mild rasp. It was distinctly gender-neutral, with no indications of age or accent in it either. "I stand against all three of the large gangs that bring suffering to my home."

Great, a crusader-type hero. They were the biggest pains-in-the-ass to deal with.

"That isn't anything I haven't heard before. Now are you gonna get your ass kicked quietly or are you gonna make it hard for yourself?" Rune sneered, sounding more confident than she actually was. This rooftop had little in the way of ordinance that she could use her power on, meaning all she had was her floating manhole cover, while this joker had who-knows-what up their sleeve.

Rather than answering verbally, the masked figure calling themselves Mnemosyne (what the fuck did that mean?) set themselves into what Rune recognized as a fairly solid defensive stance and beckoned at the Empire Cape with one hand, seemingly quite complacently.

Rune saw red and drew her platform up from where it had fallen after she'd been kicked off of it and sent it right back at the bastard's head, only to blink in shock as the guy's head turned pure black for a moment, the manhole cover sailing through it as if it wasn't even there!

She automatically redirected the manhole cover into a lazy orbit around herself, as she gaped slightly at Mnemosyne. While not a perfect match, that had looked a lot like the former vigilante Shadow Stalker's power, albeit it was different. Less like turning into a shadow state and more turning plain insubstantial, plus Shadow Stalker could turn her entire body immune to physical damage, while this joker seemed to have the bargain basement version and could only turn a single part of their body insubstantial.

"My turn." Mnemosyne said as their head reverted to being fully in sync with the world around them. A flash of silver light blossomed over one of their hands. When it faded, a knife was revealed.

A grab-bag Cape? But there hadn't been any Cluster Triggers in the Bay in years, and that was the only known way to become a grab-bag. Was this fucker from somewhere else? Or what-?

Rune maneuvered her manhole cover to block the thrown knife, interrupting her thought processes. By the time she realized that her shield also blocked her line of sight it was too late. A low kick struck the back of her knees making her collapse to her hands and knees with a grunt of pain, then a knee slammed into the small of her spine and a hand pulled her head back by grasping both her hood and her hair underneath it (fucking ow!). Even as the Striker scrambled and struggled, she was helpless and she knew it.

A single finger drew itself along Rune's exposed jawline before Mnemosyne spoke softly into her ear. "I don't really like to hurt people, you know. I don't especially like Nazis all that much either, so give Kaiser a message from me. Tell him to push no more drugs. Tell him to leave people alone. Tell him to get out of my home. Otherwise, he'll be little more than a bad memory for the people of Brockton Bay to forget, just like they have his predecessor. Nightie-night."

Before Rune could so much as blink, her head was slammed down to the concrete roof beneath her and everything went black.

Later

Bedroom, Empire Safe-house

Rune, now with her hood and mask removed to reveal the face of Tammi Herren, scowled at the wall, her perpetual sneer somewhat less prominent than usual. Her long blond her had a few flecks of dirt from the rooftop she'd been battered off, but was otherwise unharmed thanks to her second cousin Othala's gift of regeneration.

"This Mnemosyne character fucked you over with precision." Victor, her cousin-by-marriage, said with a thoughtful mien. "You were knocked out with the exact amount of force required, no more or less."

"Nice to know you approve of the fucker's skills." Tammi snarked.

"Ah, but there are things that this tells us." the skill thief said with a smirk. "This is someone with training in fighting, and in subduing an opponent in general. It wasn't any foreign martial art, but standard self-defense training that is common in almost any city. The reports from both you and Stormtiger indicate that Mnemosyne's body shape is consistent with that of a woman, which is fitting given the origins of the name."

"Origins?" Othala asked from where she had been standing.

"Classic Ancient Greek literature. Mnemosyne was the Titan-Goddess of Memory and Remembrance, who mated with Zeus and gave birth to the Muses of the Arts." Victor explained. "This tells me she received a good education in literature in general. The choice of name implies she's possibly doing this in memory of someone; a parent, a sibling, a lover, something along those lines."

"She really is a fucking crusader-type." the Striker muttered angrily.

"Did she say anything about what her next target would be?" Othala asked her.

"No. Just that she fucking hates Nazis and that she wants us out of the Bay." Tammi replied with a deeper scowl.

"Her exact wording actually implies that she's not fond of us, yes, but nothing about disliking us more than the Merchants or ABB." Victor corrected her. "She's obviously grown up looking at the deteriorating state of the Bay and assigned blame with all of the gangs equally. We may be dealing with someone about your own age, Tammi. Maybe slightly older."

"No fucking way! She was fucking tall!" Tammi protested. "At least a head taller than me!"

"Some people are lucky like that." Othala informed her with a teasing tone to her voice. Tammi had always been slightly touchy about her height, or the seeming lack-thereof.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up." the blonde girl huffed. "So what's Kaiser's take on all of this?"

"Kaiser isn't best pleased, as you might imagine. Neither is Hookwolf." Victor replied. "He's actually more pissed at Stormtiger than you, as he got knocked out with a flashbang and a blunt object to the back of the head, while you managed to fight Mnemosyne for a while, and brought back vital intelligence on her."

That did actually make Tammi a lot less worried, as once Kaiser had a scapegoat, they tended to pull all the shit details for months afterwards.

"So what're we gonna do about Mnemosyne? Bitch just knocked two of our best out like it was nothing." the blonde girl asked.

"Unfortunately, we've lost a lot of money and materiel over these last seven days, not to mention storehouses." Othala grimaced. Every single place had been blown up after Mnemosyne had left, and this latest one had been no exception. "Kaiser's decided to work on refitting several locations around our territory into being more secure locations, with more…active…defenses. He's putting feelers out looking for a Tinker to possibly join us, but I suspect that's a hopeless endeavour. In the meantime, we're going to improve the compartmentalization of information. One of Mnemosyne's powers might be a Thinker ability to do with information gathering."

"Given how she's been finding storehouse after storehouse without stop for a week straight, it's increasingly likely." Victor admitted unhappily.

"That doesn't tell me when we're gonna smash the fucking bitch into paste." Tammi growled.

"We'll be stepping up security on the other storehouses, Tammi." Othala said gently. "With luck, two Capes will accomplish what one wasn't able to do."

"Our street cred's gonna go down the fuckin' toilet for this." the Striker growled.

"Not much we can do about it." Victor shrugged. "Mnemosyne's a type-two grab-bag Cape from what you've said; lots of weak powers. If they leverage them correctly and strike from ambush, then they can deal harm to us; they don't dare stand and fight us head to head unless they know they can win, such as in a one-on-one situation. Unless we can force her to come to a prepared trap, we're striking at a ghost."

The Striker Cape growled helplessly as she realized that he was right. Unlike every other organization in the Bay, Mnemosyne had no territory to protect, no pattern that they could decipher other than weakening the gangs, no known agenda beyond that either, and vanished completely when her job was done.

Hold it…wait a moment here…

'Hold it, then why the fuck did she fight me?' Tammi thought in confusion. 'The bitch'd already done what she'd set out to do; why risk someone coming to help me by fighting me like that? What's her game?'

Same Time

Mnemosyne's Base, Docks Area

I was practically cackling as I arranged the spoils from my raids on the Empire 88's storehouses, which made the Merchants' own ones look poorly stocked by comparison, and thankfully sea mine free.

The beating up of several skinheads a week earlier, as they had been trying to jack a car, had netted me several locations of importance to the Empire, and I'd raided them all, one after another. And boy, had I profited.

I had an entire bag of plastic explosives, plus detonators, a pump-action combat shotgun, several cases of shells, a couple of cases of flashbangs and other regular grenades, a military-grade sniper rifle, a Barrett Model 98B, including a three-range telescopic sight, which was likely originally intended for Victor, and several dozen more bags of ammo for all of my guns.

The two acquisitions that I was proudest of though were Stormtiger and Rune's powers. Stormtiger had given me his ability to sense disturbances in the air around himself, which gave him a kind of radar wherever there was air. He'd sensed the flashbang I'd thrown at him and had looked up to slash at it…right in time for it to go off right in his face. Taking him down had been easy after that.

Rune, who had fought fairly well for being taken off-guard, had given me a weak version of her power. She, if PHO was to be believed, could make things float when she touched them, with the higher then number of objects she touched, the lower her control became. My version only worked on one thing at a time, and only objects up to around about the same size as the manhole cover Rune had been flying around on herself.

Still, flight was flight, and I wasn't going to complain about it. Still…

…I had taken a serious risk by fighting Rune, I was willing to admit that much; I should have just hidden when I spotted her and then fled when she passed me. But once I saw her flying, albeit on a manhole cover, I just couldn't stop myself.

I'll have to see about reining myself in to stop from being so impulsive again. My abilities were not suited to an open fight; I had to strike from stealth and fade into the shadows. It was something that was unavoidable with powers as weak as mine. Unless I had an overwhelming advantage for whatever reason, a head-on fight was the last thing I should be doing.

Looking over the small amount of space I'd reserved for myself here, with a sleeping bag, lamp and a few books nearby, I smiled grimly. If I was ever forced to run away from home for whatever reason, I think I have a good place to hide for a while. The mini-fridge was something I'd bought too, and all I needed was the power station to get it working.

Warmth during the winter wouldn't be a problem either, as the annex had been used previously as a small meeting room of some sort, so it was insulated. A portable heater would be a sound investment too, I guess.

I snorted as I stripped out of my costume and back into my basic night traveling clothes. The way I was talking, you'd think I was looking forward to having my identity uncovered or something, although that couldn't be further from the truth.

"Well, time to give Mnemosyne a break." I muttered as I turned towards the window. "I have tests to study for."

Days Later, Morning

Taylor's First Day at Arcadia Highschool

Principal's Office

"Miss Hebert, it is my understanding that you had an academic scholarship here from middle school." the principal, a genial old man, said as he looked over my academic transcripts. "Can I ask why you did not take it when offered?"

"At the time, I was under the impression I had a friend who would be going to Winslow, and I didn't want to leave her alone." I said steadily. "As it turns out, that was the worst decision I could have made, for myself and for my schooling."

"Evidently…well, the results of the placements tests that you took yesterday were all very impressive." he said as he set the sheaf of paper down. "You scored in the top percentile in English Literature and Computer Studies, with above-average marks in most of the rest. I can safely say that your previous school was holding you back, if a month or so away from it can return your grades to this from the grades you had there."

"The chance to be in a school where there isn't a chance of a mini-gang war taking place in English Lit is all the encouragement I needed, sir." I said dryly, making the principal snort quietly in amusement.

"Yes, well." he coughed. "My secretary should have your timetable and teacher list with her momentarily, and you'll be assigned a guide around the school for your first day. She should be out there right now. And please, rest assured Miss Hebert…Arcadia High does not permit any sort of bullying within its halls. You need not worry about facing any of the problems you faced at Winslow, although I will understand if you remain pensive about the matter for a while."

I nodded silently and left the office, recognizing the dismissal and warning implied. He was letting me know that while I had nothing to worry about bullying-wise, the teachers would be keeping an eye on me so that the old saying of 'hurt people, hurt people' didn't come true.

Or maybe I was just paranoid after Winslow.

The secretary, who actually looked professional compared to the bubblegum-chewing lazy and indolent secretarial staff at Winslow, handed me an envelope, which had my class schedule, map of the school, student handbook and a complimentary coupon for one lunch for free from the cafeteria. That was nice of them…

As for who was meeting me…it was Amy Dallon, aka Panacea. The first person whose power I had copied, albeit unintentionally. Mousy brown hair and a face that was too tired for how young she was.

"Hey. So you're the new girl, huh?" she asked, a faint hint of tiredness audible in her voice if you knew what to listen for.

"Yup. This makes the second time we've met." I replied with a small smile.

Amy blinked before tilting her head of a second, clearly in thought, and her eyes widening as she remembered. "The girl who had all those diseases and poisons in her bloodstream…now I remember."

"Well, that's not exactly the way I like to be remembered as, but anything'll do in a pinch, I suppose." I said dryly, making the healer flush in embarrassment.

"Sorry, it's just…I go through a lot of patients and you really stood out with everything you had in your bloodstream." Amy explained. "I actually had to try hard and improvise when I was healing you, which is why that you were remembered like that."

Knowing what I did about just her bio-monitoring power, I didn't doubt that it got boring to just heal standard illnesses over and over. No wonder she remembered me as she did.

"Well, the bell's going to go off soon, so where to?" I asked with a small smile, handing her my timetable.

"Oh, right…" the girl shook her head and took my timetable. "First Period…huh, you're with me in World History."

"Lead on then." I said. "I'll be staying away from the lockers, just so you know."

"After what you went through, I don't blame you." Amy winced. "How are you going to store the textbooks you need for classes?"

"I'll just only bring in the books I need for the day, and buy a carry-on bag to carry them all in." I shrugged as I headed for the door. "After having to be trapped in one for an hour along with filth equal to biological waste, I am never using a locker ever again."

Lunchtime

Cafeteria, Arcadia Highschool

"This is pretty weird for me to see." I blinked as I beheld the large space that was alike and yet different to, the Winslow Cafeteria. In the Winslow version, everything was like the rest of the school, worn down, old and desperately in need of replacing. Here though, the equipment was practically going 'ping' and was only a couple of years old at most.

So too different was the population using it. In Winslow, it was a microcosm of Brockton Bay as a whole, with three large cliques of Empire wannabes (or real members), half-initiated ABB thugs, and half-drugged out Merchants taking up the three 'best' (for a given value of 'best' anyway) spots, with everyone else either getting close to the peripheries of their preferred group or desperately trying to stay firmly on the fringes and away from the gangs.

Here…it was chaos by comparison. There were groups akin to cliques, here and there, but they were no more than half-a-dozen at most, and no one avoided them like the plague. Everyone seemed able to sit pretty much wherever they wanted, although I was certain that there was some sort of unspoken social contract thing that told people where they could sit, but if it was obvious to the causal onlooker, then I couldn't see it.

"That sounds like a time-bomb waiting to go off." Amy said with slightly wide eyes when I told her about Winslow's lunch hours. "That place needs an intervention."

"Amen to that." I said dryly. "Preferably with a demolitions company and some salt to sow afterwards."

That earned me a chuckle. I'll take what victories I can get.

"Ames!" a loud call cut across the cafeteria after we'd both gotten our lunch, with Amy rolling her eyes as she automatically turned to face where her sister, Victoria Dallon, held court with her friends.

"C'mon, she's going to want to meet you." the healer told me in an undertone.

"So long as she keeps her aura under control, sure." I said easily. "Heard some bad rumors about it."

Amy flinched. "She does try, but it's…just not easy to control." she said as she led me over to someone who probably gave Emma conniptions at how better looking she was by comparison. Hell, Vicky Dallon made Emma look like me by comparison. What the hell did she eat to look like that?!

"Hey Vicky." Amy greeted her adopted sister. "Did you have to shout across the entire cafeteria?"

"Sorry." the girl known as 'Alexandria Junior' replied bashfully. "I just wanted you to get over here."

"You wanted to meet the new girl." a boy next to her corrected her. He was handsome and well-dressed and was sitting a bit too close to Victoria to be anything but her boyfriend…which made Amy irritated. That was one of the snippets I'd picked up from Amy when she healed me, not that I'd had any control over my power at that point.

"Hi." I waved with a small grin. "New girl right here."

Amy and I sat down and I looked around nervously, a reflex from all of the too-damned-many times the Trio (Madison mostly) had used that particular moment to 'redecorate' my head with thrown food. Mostly mashed potatoes.

"What's up?" Vicky asked. She'd noticed my looking around.

"Old reflex; my bullies in Winslow threw food at me when I was in the cafeteria." I replied with a shake of my head. "It got to the point that I started making a packed lunch and eating elsewhere…not that it stopped them from finding me anyway."

"Damn. Sounds like they had more time on their hands than they deserved." the possible-boyfriend said with a frown before introducing himself. "Dean Stansfield. Nice to meet you."

"Taylor Hebert." I nodded back politely.

All of Vicky's friends introduced themselves, but most of the names escaped me for the moment. Lunch plodded along as we ate, small talk popping up here and there until the latest news about the possible new player in the Bay popped up.

"Yeah, they managed to hit seven different places in seven days." Vicky was saying with a frown. "And the Empire couldn't stop them. We don't even know if it was one person or several. All we do know is that they beat Stormtiger and Rune one after the other, and still managed to blow up the weapon storehouse that they were after."

"The Empire must be pissed." one of Vicky's girlfriends said with a shudder.

"Yeah…weird thing is, they're not rampaging." the unmasked heroine said with a mystified shake of her head. "Instead, they seem to be locking their territory down a lot. I've seen a lot of people eyeing each other suspiciously over there."

"Sounds like they think they have a mole." I said before I could stop myself.

"Ohhh…yeah, that sounds likely." Vicky nodded enthusiastically.

"Thing is, no one knows who's responsible for the attacks on the Merchants and Empire." Dean put in. He was also looking at me curiously. "Some people think it's a vigilante, others suspect an operative of the Elite. One person on PHO thinks its someone from the Teeth."

"Urgh, that's just the suspicions of the Bay's resident moron, Void Cowboy." Vicky scoffed. "He couldn't catch a cold, let alone a clue. The Teeth haven't been in the Bay since before we were born; the Protectorate and every other Cape group in the city could easily send them packing."

Bravado, but there was an element of truth there; the Teeth were originally a gang from Brockton Bay, and were a little similar to the ABB in that they pursued violence, anarchy and profit at any cost. They had foolishly hired the Slaughterhouse Nine to kill members of the Protectorate; after which, the Nine turned on them and slaughtered them to almost the last man, forcing them to flee to Boston. Considering the number of Capes in Brockton Bay, if every single one united against the Teeth, then they didn't stand a chance.

The only fly in the ointment would be the Butcher. As well as a regular power, the first and only leader of the Teeth had the ability to possess other Capes if killed. That was why the most recent Butcher was referred to as 'Butcher XIV', formerly being the Teeth Cape Quarrel.

"By the way, Taylor…" Vicky said as we all stood up after finishing our food. "…you've got pretty long legs. Why're you hiding them away in those baggy pants?"

I blushed. "Habit. The Bitch Trio used to make fun of me, calling me a frog and stuff, so I dressed down so they'd stop. They just shifted to other, more personally hurtful, stuff. By now, it's something I do on reflex. It doesn't hurt that these off-brand clothes are cheap."

"A frog? Really?" Amy raised an eyebrow.

"OK, this requires an intervention." Vicky nodded firmly. "We're going shopping this weekend."

What the hell had I just been drawn into?!

OK, so that's this one rolled out. Some good news; if you're unaware of it, one of my snippets has been adopted by someone! awezomeuwuzero has adopted my 'Bubbling Up!' ficlet and it's at three chapters already. Go over and check it out if you haven't already.

And here's the breakdown of Taylor's powers and Trumped items for your review. This list replaces the one back in the second chapter.

Taylor's Copied Powers

Panacea: Bio-Monitoring power. Striker 0

Shadow Stalker: Single-limb intangibility power. Breaker 2

Miss Militia: Combat Knife Manifestation. Shaker 2 (Striker 1 sub-rating)

Vista: Limited area and size space-bending. Shaker 3

Browbeat: Minor Healing Factor and muscle augmentation for increased strength and durability. Brute 3

Clockblocker: Touch-activated time reduction power for up to a minute. Striker 3

Velocity: Able to slightly divorce body from reality to move at accelerated speeds. Breaker 2 (Sub-Rating Mover 3)

Battery: Minor line-of-sight electromagnetic ability. Shaker/Blaster 3

Dauntless: Minor imbuement ability. Power builds up for up to four hours, which can then be imbued into objects, transforming and empowering them. Objects can be empowered multiple times, but each individual charge is approximately only one-tenth as powerful as original power. Striker/Trump 4

Triumph: Slight super-strength. Brute 2

Skidmark: Forcefield projection on user's body. Objects approaching from the outside of the barrier are repelled, while objects approaching from within the barrier can be accelerated. The strength of the repelling/accelerating effect depends on the number of times the user layers the barriers. Reduced to moving at a slow walk while in use. Shaker 4

Stormtiger: Allows user to sense the air around them and feel every disturbance in it, essentially acting like a radar. Shaker 0

Rune: Able to levitate and control any one object up to the physical size of a manhole cover. Striker 3 (sub-rating of Mover 4)

Taylor's Equipment

Mask: Alters wearer's voice, grants night vision, increased durability akin to thin iron plate, diverts attention away from braid.

Cargo pants, jacket, balaclava, t-shirt and boots: Muffles sound of user, increased durability akin to thick iron plate.

Backpack: Increased space (about twice as large on the inside as outside would suggest), muffles noise of pack, lightens weight by two-tenths.

Belt pouch: Increased space (about twice as large on the inside as outside would suggest), muffles noise of pouch, lightens weight by two-tenths, places whatever user desires of its contents in hand when it reaches within.

Glock Thigh Holsters: Muffles noises of weapons within them and diverts attention away from the fact the user draws them.

P90 + ammo clips: Clips: gradually refill with ammo over the course of a day once emptied. P90: accelerated bullet velocity once fired and increased bullet kinetic force.