Kamiko's eyes widened. Her first response was to think Souichirou was joking, but seeing the serious look in his eyes made her swallow all of her sarcastic remarks back down. Souichirou held his index finger to his lips, so clearly he was afraid of people overhearing. "And?" Kamiko asked.

"My mission is to collect information on the League. Right now I'm acting as an information broker for the villains. I run a gang in Tokyo that specializes in information gathering. I currently go by Miura Ryuichi," Souichirou whispered. "I have been trying to get connected with the League for a long time, but they're very cautious and difficult. So far I've only been able to get in touch with one of their brokers. And they request information from me via the third party. This is their first request that gives me the chance to meet with their core members directly. The only catch is I bring you to them."

"Then why didn't you?"

"Why do you fucking think? I'm an FBI, not to mention you're my cousin. I have to protect you. But I also have to play the part to get their trust," Souichirou explained as he crossed his arms. "I have a good amount of comrades in my gang right now, but the gang is still predominantly villains, so I need to be convincing."

Kamiko shook her head in confusion. "Wait. You're an FBI. Okay, that sits with me. But why the fuck are you in Japan?" Kamiko asked. "The whole League problem is out of your jurisdiction!"

Souichirou grinned slyly at Kamiko. "Come on sis, this is the United States we're talking about, everything is under our jurisdiction." Kamiko chuckled dryly, an unimpressed look on her face which Souichirou could easily read as, Of course you Americans butt your nose in everything. "Hey, to be fair, the Japanese government requested our assistance."

"Right... So what's the plan then?"

"Well, that all depends on if your Prince Charming can read the clues I left for him." The silver haired man chuckled softly before his face settled into a serious expression. "Listen carefully Kamiko. The original plan was to fake an accident on our way back to Tokyo and send you out of the country for hiding, but right now we're understaffed and being kept watch, so I'm counting on the heroes to find us in time. I left really obvious clues so I hope they don't overthink it," Souichirou scratched the back of his head nervously. "I can't let myself get in contact with the heroes, so I'll need to leave soon. Here's the plan..."

...

Bakugou sat stiffly in the back of the police car, his arms crossed and eyes glaring at the driver, who was driving painfully slow in comparison to Kamiko's reckless yet efficient driving. "Fucking step on it! At this rate I'd be faster going there on my own!" Bakugou shouted at the driver.

Backing up to 20 minutes ago, Clearvo finally burst into the police station panting like a madman. He was immediately sent out along with a search party, but he was able to give a detailed description of what the area around the school was like during the time Kamiko got kidnapped. In addition to his clairvoyance, Clearvo happened to have a photographic memory, which was something he didn't flex on people very often, but always came in handy in moments like this.

He recalled all the car plates of vehicles he came across, especially vans. While they ran checks on the car plates, one of the police finally associated the hostess who kidnapped Kamiko with the Blood Tiger Gang from Tokyo.

"Blood Tiger Gang? But why would they take Iki?!" asked Kirishima.

"Who the fuck gives a damn right now?! We need to find them!" Bakugou shouted as he attempted to storm out of the police station.

Kaminari grabbed Bakugou by the arm. "Wait, you can't just go out blind searching!"

"He's right." The chief of police in Tsukuba laid out a map of the city. "If the kidnappers are from Tokyo, then there's a good chance they're taking the victim back to Tokyo. We can narrow our search path to the southern part of the city. Because they're bringing an unconscious person, they cannot take public transportation, so most likely they're driving. We'll prioritize cars with car plates from outside Tsukuba."

"Sir! One of the car plates Clearvo provided for us happens to be a stolen car from Shinjuku!"

"Where is it now?!" Bakugou demanded at the police who came barging in with a tablet.

The police showed the tablet to Bakugou. "The car was located on the side of the road right here, southwest to Igaraki Station. It was found with a flat tire and no passengers." Bakugou zoomed in on the picture and its surroundings. He wasn't quite familiar with that area, because it was the more suburban part of the city, south of where they normally operate. However, he did a fair amount of study on the map of the city, so he was quick to analyze the area.

"There's a good chance that an accident happened on their way out. In that case they will have to hide somewhere while they try to get their hands another vehicle," Bakugou said as he pulled up the map on the tablet and zoomed in on the area. "Here, here, and here. They have to be in one of these places."

"Wow, how'd you come to that conclusion?" asked Kirishima.

"These are all empty buildings in secluded areas. Police and heroes don't patrol those streets often. It's the perfect hiding spot for criminals on a run."

"It could be a trap. Maybe they purposely put the car there to mislead us!" the chief of police said.

"Whatever, if we overthink it we'll never find them in time!" Kaminari shouted. "So Bakugou, what's the plan?"

"We'll split up and search."

...

The metallic door of the warehouse slid open, a blonde haired woman wearing a black tracksuit poked her head in. "Ryuichi, the car's here. Let's go," she said.

Souichirou grabbed Kamiko, and threw her over his shoulder. Kamiko's brows twitched in discomfort. He may look buff but his muscles aren't nearly as comfortable as Katsuki's. She could feel the cold breeze brush against her face once Souichirou stepped outside. Goosebumps stood all over her body due to the chilly temperature of the autumn night. She could hear the sound of a minivan door sliding open.

"Here boss," a deep manly voice said.

"Alright, let's go," Souichirou said.

Kamiko's eyes opened, and a dark bubble immediately encase their surrounding, including the warehouse. Souichirou felt the weight on his shoulder disappear as Kamiko flew into the air and landed on the ceiling of the warehouse. "She's awake!" the gangster who brought the car gasped.

"I'll get her!" the blonde woman prepared to jump, but she couldn't move a muscle. Her body felt fine but it was as if it was encased in something; she simply couldn't budge.

"It's no use. Once she's awake we can't do anything about her!" Souichirou said.

"What do we do boss the cops are on their way!"

Just in time, Souichirou thought. "Mima, shoot!"

Suddenly, the paralyzing feeling was gone, but the siren sounds of police cars were already audible.

"Tsk! I'll grab her!" the blonde said as she started running towards the building.

"Come back Inemuri! We have to get out of here. Plus, she's already dead. There's no point," Souichirou said as he got in the van. Inemuri clicked her tongue in annoyance as she turned around and got in the car. "Drive!"

The police car sounds got closer and closer, but the driver drove without the headlights to prevent police car from seeing them. "Boss, you really didn't have to have Mima kill her. What are we going to do now? The League asked us to bring her!" the driver asked.

"I stationed Mima outside the 600 meter radius because the range of her territory can actually reach 600 meter radius. There's no way we can break free from her control once we're in her reign. If Mima didn't shoot her we would've gotten caught," Souichirou explained. "Now shut up and drive."

Meanwhile, Kamiko laid in a pool of her own blood. Souichirou, you fucking liar... You said it would be a tranquillizer gun, not a fucking bullet! Pain coursed through her body, rooting from the side of her stomach.

"I have one partner from the FBI that I brought with me. Once I give you the signal, use your quirk to get on the ceiling, and when the heroes are about to arrive, I'm going to have him shoot you with a tranquillizer gun. That will give us enough time to escape, and the heroes will find you. Don't worry. My partner is well trained. It won't even hurt."

Fuck you Souichirou... I'm telling your mom... If...I don't die today... Fuck... I hope it didn't hit an organ... Kamiko clutched the bullet wound with her right hand. She could hear a loud ring in her right ear as the warm blood gushed through the cracks of her fingers.

She could see red and blue lights flashing below, but the ringing in her ears were too loud for her to hear the sirens of the police cars parked below. She saw some strong light flash below, and a dark figure landed on the edge of the ceiling. Katsuki... Kamiko exhaled as felt a rush of relief. Her eyelids felt unbelievably heavy, but she tried to fight back the urge to pass out.

Bakugou's blood ran cold when he saw the pool of blood under Kamiko. He screamed her name as he ran towards her. "Kamiko! Hey Kamiko! Stay with me, you're gonna be okay!" he shouted as he gently flipped her on her back. The gunshot wound is in her lower right abdomen, which wasn't a vital spot, but she was losing a lot of blood. "Fuck!" If only he had gotten here sooner. "MEDICS!" He screamed. "She's shot!" Tears brimmed the corner of his eyes, and his hands trembled. "Hey Kamiko..." He grabbed her by the face. Her eyes were half closed, looking hazy. "Stay awake. You hear me?! STAY AWAKE!"

"Katsuki..." Her voice was so soft he could barely hear her. "I..."

"Save it Dumbass, you're gonna be okay!" Bakugou shouted. The police and paramedics finally made their way to the ceiling from inside the building. Bakugou screamed at the paramedics, "THE FUCK TOOK YOU SO LONG! SHE'S BLEEDING OUT!"

The paramedics placed a clean cloth over Kamiko's wound, putting pressure on it. "The bullet didn't hit her organs, but she needs blood transfusion or she's going to die of blood loss. Bring her to the nearest hospital!" They laid down the stretcher, and carefully lifted Kamiko over it. The paramedic wrapped bandages over her wound to secure pressure on the cloth against her wound, and the police carefully carried Kamiko down the stairs.

"Hey Kamiko, listen. Don't sleep. Don't you dare fall asleep got it?" Bakugou kept shouting at the silver haired girl as she was carried to the van shaped police car. The blonde hero regretted not thinking of bringing an ambulance with them. How could I be so careless?! He held Kamiko's bloody hand, squeezing it tightly as tears streamed down his cheeks.

"...K-...Katsuki..." Kamiko exhaled softly. Bakugou wanted to tell her to be quiet, and save her energy, but he was also scared. He trusted that she'll be okay. There's no way he'll let her die on him, but there was still this fear inside him. He had never felt this negative before. All the worst possible scenarios playing in his head. Thing he didn't want to think about kept flashing before him. He was so scared that her next words would be her last. Suddenly, he felt a light squeeze in his hands. "...When I recover... I wanna...go on a vacation."

"Okay..." Bakugou choked out. "Let's fucking go."