A/N: Thank you all for reading this story! Sorry I cockblocked you all last week, so please enjoy this long plot heavy chapter this week! Let me know what you think!

Chapter 29

Present Day – Day 18

"You… you want me to do what, exactly?" Asami stands stiffly with a completely dumbfounded look on her face in front of the members of the League.

Shigaraki looks at her with an unenthusiastic look on his face, not keen on repeating himself. "You will negotiate with the Meta Liberation Army, our terms in an alliance."

Asami releases an involuntary humorless scoff at his words. "You're going to team up with the people that you've just had a war against, and you're going to ask me to run the negotiations?"

"You did a fine job getting their attention for us," Mr. Compress begins with a warm tone. "It's only natural you continue your good work and ensure we're in a desirable position in this partnership."

"When we joined with the Shie Hassaikai, we weren't partners," Spinner spits with a grumble in his tone. "And it ended with us losing a member and being broke."

"Don't forget this," Mr. Compress waves his robotic arm.

"So," Shigaraki turns to her with an expecting tone. "We need to make sure we're in a better spot with these Liberation losers."

"What if I refuse?" she asks him with a slight shake of her head.

"Then I kill you," Shigaraki deadpans. "And that would be really annoying," he grumbles.

"You realize what the Liberation Army stands for?" she asks them. "They directly appose your core beliefs," she begins. "Not to mention that they look down on people who are Quirkless, which I am now, thanks to Dabi," she says, keeping the bitterness out of her tone.

"I'm sure you'll figure it out," he tells her with a raspy laugh, "Because we meet with them now."

"What? Now?" she yells out to him. "I haven't had time to prepare!"

She begins to panic when Shigaraki stands up and heads towards an office within the building while the rest of the League follows behind him. She stares at Dabi, beseeching him with her wide worried eyes, but he doesn't give her a second glance.

Asami's palms begins sweating as her eyes widen and dart from side to side while she watches each of the members leaving the room with no regard to what they are asking of her. Her feet feel like they're welded to the floor and she's unable to make a single step towards or away from them. She feels completely smothered by the idea and as the question of what will happen to her if she doesn't comply cracks into her skull, she finally finds the strength to take the first step towards the League.

Asami enters a large boardroom with an enormous oval wooden table that takes up the entirety of the room. All the members of the League are sitting at one end, while the members of the Liberationists are on the other end. Once she enters the room, all eyes are suddenly on her.

She takes in a deep breath, allowing the uncomfortable misbalancing of her heartbeat to subside so she doesn't vomit in front of them all. She keeps her eyes on Shigaraki as she's unable to look at any of the other members of the League, or the Meta Liberation Army.

"So," Re-Destro begins. "Shigaraki tells us you have a proposition that will benefit the Liberationists as well?"

She watches as the balding man looks at her with a tilt of his head, reading into her stress and fear in front of them all.

"Yes," she begins with a crack in her voice. She clears her throat and looks onto the room of manic villains. If she doesn't sell this properly, another all-out war could erupt in this room, and if that occurs, she'll be incinerated in seconds.

"The League is proposing an alliance with the Meta Liberation Army," she begins. "Both sides will withdraw their former titles and allegiances in favor of a singular and unified position."

"And what unified position would that be?" he asks her with an attentive curiosity.

"The free use to practice ones Meta Abilities," she begins. "But not to be used for profitable means. Any Meta user doing so will be excommunicated and no longer considered a sympathizer to the cause."

Neither group seems convinced with her compromise and she clenches her teeth ever so slightly at the lack of time that she had to take a more substantial stance.

"It's no secret that our groups have opposing views," she begins, "But what we suggest is to come to a mutual understanding with one another in a stance that allows both parties to walk from this arrangement better than we stepped into it."

"The fact of the matter is," she continues, "the League needs money to continue their operations in a comfortable manner, and the Meta Liberation Army has the money to support this."

"And what do you provide for the League?" Re-Destro asks her with a condescending tilt of his head. "Watching you in the fight, you provided no aid in the battle. What, might I ask, is your Meta ability exactly?"

She tenses her jaw when he asks this, her eyes delicately sliding to Shigaraki who doesn't seem pleased with where this conversation is going either.

"I'm Quirkless," she informs them and the four remaining members of the Liberation's commanding forces all seem entertained by this idea. "But I act as the League's ambassador," she says, assigning herself the role.

"Ambassador?" Re-Destro asks as he glares down at her. His eyes trail down to her neck, noticing the marks on her neck that Dabi left behind, only to return back to her eyes. "Ah, I see now," he begins with a prominent scowl on his face when he notices the hickeys. "Nothing more than a useless Quirkless whore to a man with a broken body."

Dabi clenches his fists under the table, his jaw tenses at the man's words and wanting nothing more than to burn him to ash to show him just how fucking broken his body can be.

"A person without a Meta Ability negotiating the terms with the largest group of Meta Liberationists in the world? Do you see the irony in that?" he chuckles as he laces his fingers on the table. "No, I don't think I will agree to your terms."

"No, the true irony of this situation is that from that little tower of yours with the bird's eye view, you still left that battle blind to what's in front of you," she begins with gritted teeth. "A man with a broken body was still able to keep your best at bay, only ending the fight when he fled to assist your broken body," she sneers at him and both Dabi and Shigaraki perk up at her tone.

"Each one of the players on this side of the table destroyed your army in a single swipe," she says gesturing at the League. "You lost thousands, and we lost none," she says in a strong tone. "So, if you'd like to devalue me to nothing more than a whore to them, at least I'm a whore to the winning side."

Re-Destro stiffens at her comment, not at all a fan of her tone, especially coming from someone as useless to his new world order as she is.

"I understand that my offer wasn't agreeable, so how about this addendum," she begins. "If you do not comply to our agreement, we will finish what we began in Deika City," Dabi and Shigaraki ignite at the sinister tone she's adopted. "We will crush you under an army of Twices, we will burn everything in our wake with our blue flames, and we will lay waste to everything you built up until this point under a layer of decay. You've already lost your legs; would you like the rest of you to go as well?" she cocks her head to the side with a condescending tilt.

Dabi watches her with a satisfied smile plastered on his face at how confident she is in this moment as she speaks down to these Liberationist bastards.

"I've read plenty on the Meta Liberation Army's ideals," she continues as Dabi and Shigaraki keep their eyes on her. "And sure, you have an army of heroes and villains alike to your cause, but not too long ago you couldn't even manage seven of us, including a useless Quirkless whore," she adds offhandedly.

"You're welcome to try again," she states with a false smile on her lips. "But we all witnessed the metamorphosis of Shigaraki's Quirk today. Not only would you be fighting against the natural progression of one's Meta Ability, but you'd also be allowing an entire army of followers to fall to his power. So, if you're confident in your Army's strength, I'd love to put down my wager on who's Meta Ability really is greater."

She watches them as they exchange sidelong glances and she speaks up when she sees that neither of them moves to speak. "You can take the terms as they stand, which is that you allow the League to operate alongside your organization as equals, you provide any financial needs the League has with no hassle, and you allow us to operate however we see fit. Should you breach any of these conditions, we have the full authority to lay waste to your little organization," she finishes with a smile as she turns to sit down.

"Oh also," she turns back to them. "My being Quirkless will be of no bother to you or anyone else within your organization. Because if you hadn't noticed during that battle, the League will do anything and everything to protect me. So should anything occur to me, all bets are off," she returns with a threatening undertone. "I'd be happy to write something up if you'd like," she returns with her pressed smile.

Re-Destro rolls his large chin at the predicament they've found themselves in. There is nothing about her terms that he agrees with, and it's even more of a slap in the face that it's coming from someone with no Meta Abilities. He doesn't understand why the League seems to keep her around, seeing nothing special about her that no other common Quirkless civilian can provide.

He lifts his hands up in surrender, chuckling as his chest lifts with every breath. "Well, it seems like the League of Villains has found themselves quite the diplomat," he says as he lowers his hands back onto the table. "Very well, we agree to the terms and will provide our purses to your cause, though it would be advantageous for us, if you provided us with such valuable Meta Abilities, should the opportunity arise?"

Asami moves to interject but Shigaraki lifts his hand up to stop her. "Sure, you get our players, and we get yours," he rasps with an ominous intent.

She lets out a sigh and nods her head, agreeing to those terms. "We can review the Quirks of each member and plan teams strategically, then we can announce them in front of your followers as the third chain of command. You will act as the second, under Shigaraki."

He scoffs at her, "Under Shigaraki?"

"Well yes," she sneers back at him. "I don't see any lasting damage on his body from your Quirk, save for a few fingers he no longer needs to activate his power."

Shigaraki smiles to himself behind the white strands of his hair that hang in front of his face.

"And where do you stand?" he questions as his eyes trail down her body to see nothing impressive about her.

"I'm just an ambassador," she shrugs her shoulders.

"Then doing our announcement, I believe it best we keep you in the shadows. Understandably it will take some time for our people to come to terms with our alliance with someone as… handicapped as yourself."

Asami glares at him through heavily lidded eyes that show how unimpressed she is with him. She tries to keep her fists from clenching in annoyance at his cocky tone. "Do whatever you want," she begins, "I couldn't care less if I'm on that stage with the rest of you."

"Then that settles that!" he excitedly brushes his hands of the conversation. "From now on, we are no longer the Meta Liberation Army and you are no longer the League of Villains. Together, we will come as one unified system; the Paranormal Liberation Front!" he excitedly announces.

They are all dismissed from the war room and Asami walks out behind Shigaraki and Twice. She's still high from speaking against the Liberationists like that and she isn't really sure where her mind's at in this moment.

"That was totally cool, Asami!" Twice energetically congratulates her. "You were real scary in there!"

"Yes, quite the performance," Mr. Compress says as he takes off his hat and bows to her.

"Gotta say, Butterfly, that was pretty sexy watching you up there," Dabi adds with a cheeky grin.

"Well, I didn't really have much to work with," Asami grumbles as she glares at Shigaraki. "Fuck those guys, calling me a whore," she mumbles under her breath that they barely hear her.

"Hey, forget them!" Spinner places his hand on her shoulder. "You got us what we wanted! Tonight, we're dining on fine Sushi!"

"One more thing," Asami says as she turns to Shigaraki. "I have my own condition," she begins and he glares at her. "I get free reign of this place," she states. "I get to go in and out as I please. I'm not a captive to you anymore."

Dabi grows dark at this, taking a step between her and Shigaraki, but their eyes are fixated on one another's. "No way," Dabi begins with a deep tone. "Not a chance."

"It's either that, or I go back in there and take back everything that was negotiated on," she says firmly, watching Shigaraki and not Dabi.

"Ugh why didn't you lead with that. So annoying," Shigaraki protests as he glares down at her. He can see the intent in her purple eyes and he knows that she's willing to do it. "Fine," he grumbles under his breath.

"Are you kidding me?" Dabi barks as Shigaraki continues to walk down the hall. "Shigaraki, she's our captive! She works for a hero agency! The second she gets out, they'll be on us."

"You can walk among this building of your own free will," Shigaraki begins as they walk down the hall together. "But should you speak with any Hero, or attempt to leave this building without an escort from the League, I will decay you, but not before I decay all of Japan for your insolence. Those lives will be on your hands."

"Yeah, noted," Asami says to Shigaraki as her eyes slide to Dabi and glares at him through narrowed eyes.

"Also," Shigaraki begins as he turns to her. "Should you try anything, you were actively compliant in the death of all those people in Deika City. I am sure that freak with the long hair has some convincing evidence of you helping us out there," he says with an undertone of a chuckle as she watches him with harsh eyes. "The marks on your neck also show just how comfortable you're making yourself amongst the members of the League," he says as his eyes land on her neck, making her gulp at his tone.

"So," he continues as his eyes land back on hers. "Should the heroes come find you, it will be to arrest you for your crimes against the good people of Deika City, and your cooperativeness with its members," he tells her and she watches the intent in his red eyes as his cracked lips turn upwards into a smile. "Welcome to the League, Asami."

Present Day – Day 20

Hawks stands in her apartment, stepping lightly on his feet as he walks in the pristine home. He feels strange being here without her, but what is he supposed to say to her?

'Hey Asami, I know you're a clone and I know the real Asami has been kidnapped by a raging psychopath, so I planted one of my feathers and it picked up the League in your apartment.'

He shakes his head at the thought of how that conversation would play out, wondering if she's even aware that she's a clone or if she believes that she's the real Asami.

His feather picked up the sound of someone in her apartment, and he rushed over as soon as he was finished catching a petty villain he was arresting. Unfortunately, they left before he arrived, but he was still able to catch what they were saying.

Based on his intel of the League, Spinner and Mr. Compress were in her apartment, discussing their recent victory over the Meta Liberation Army, and their merger as a group. This was by far the worst-case scenario, and he has absolutely no idea how the League managed to convince the Meta Liberation Army to team up with them. He imagines they were behind the attack in Deika City, but was their brute force really all they needed to get the MLA to agree to their take over?

Hawks' feather caught all they spoke with one another, and they didn't say much about how they merged with the MLA, only that they were thrilled about the money the MLA has been able to provide them since their alliance. They didn't speak of Asami, or why they were in her apartment, but he figures it's to get her some supplies.

He wonders if the MLA knows that the League has a captive, and if they moved her in the mountains since the League moved their base there. It's not feasible for them to be holding her in the city while they are based so far away.

He groans as he thinks about what Dabi's doing to her. He's probably starving her and depriving her of every basic human right. The others in the League must know about her if Compress and Spinner are getting her clothes, so maybe he can get close to one of them, and see if he can coax her location out of one of them.

Don't worry, Asami. I will find you, and I will bring you back.

The sound of his phone ringing in the small space makes him jump from shock. He quickly pulls out his phone from his pocket to see that it's Riku calling him. He answers the phone quickly.

"Hey, hey!" he responds enthusiastically. "Whaddya got for me?"

"I think I found your building," she returns on the phone. His heart pounds wildly in his chest and he feels his throat constrict shut.

Dabi narrows his eyes as he watches the winged hero departing her apartment. Her double is at work, so why the fuck is he here? Dabi doesn't like the recent movements of the hero, and figures that he's starting to catch onto the plan. Twice confirmed to him that the double would be convincing to the original, and after watching him rail her, he figured that he was none the wiser, so why is he in her apartment without her?

Dabi decides to follow him, figuring that he's headed to his agency. He needs to be quick here and make his way back to the hospital so he can keep his eyes on her. Ever since Compress cockblocked him, he's been keeping his distance from her. He can't be near her when she can't look him in the eyes. It's clear that she's embarrassed of him, and his ego is too bruised to face her. He still doesn't trust that she won't go running to the arms of this feathery fucker any chance she gets though, so he needs to make sure neither of them becomes aware of his involvement in keeping them apart.

He makes his way to the agency and watches past the hood of his sweatshirt. To his surprise, the hero doesn't head towards his agency, but makes a left in the opposite direction.

"Where the fuck are you going, Bird Brain?" Dabi speaks to himself with narrowing eyes.

He continues to follow him, but it is difficult to keep up with the flying hero on the ground. His Quirk isn't suited for speed like Hawks' is, and if he were to use his Quirk like Endeavor does to shoot himself in the air and propel himself using his fire, he would quickly burn through his threshold of use and burn his skin. So Dabi has to rely on the back alleys of the city that he's spent his life memorizing like the veins on the back of his hand.

Dabi's heart grows heavier and heavier in his chest as Hawks moves closer towards their old hideout. "There's no fucking way," he releases under his breath. "No fucking way you figured it out," he grits his teeth.

"Hey, who you talking to ugly?" some thug down the alley calls out to him.

Dabi rolls his eyes, having little patience to deal with this man. He glances up at Hawks to see that he won't see or feel his flames from here. His eyes crane back down to the horned man who approaches him with a sinister smile full of malicious intent.

"I'm talkin' to your maker. Why don't you go meet him," Dabi sneers as he lifts his left hand, quickly igniting his Quirk and enveloping the man in blue flames.

He ignores the smell of his burning flesh and the sound of his shrill cries and steps over him to continue down the alleyway and towards Hawks' destination.

Dabi growls to himself as he presses his body to the edge of the building to hide from the flying hero when he lands atop the abandoned structure. The blonde's head shoots back and forth as he searches for witnesses.

How the fuck did he find this place?

Hawks slams through the rooftop door and enters the abandoned office building. The place is murky and old, with the heavy smell of mold and dust thickly hanging in the air. He clears his throat as his head shoots back and forth to search the building. He disperses some of his feathers to search rooms for anyone still in the building.

There are too many windows in this place for them to hide a captive. Naturally Asami wouldn't throw herself out of a window to escape them, but Dabi isn't the type to chance her doing so. He had to have kept her somewhere underground, so he makes his way downstairs.

He enters a large office area as he attempts to find the main stairwell. This place is one of the larger office spaces, and was clearly used as a main office area where hundreds of workers once operated.

He passes through the toppled over cubical walls and towards a lounge area. He notices an old couch and some chairs around a table. His heart races when he sees an old firepit in the middle of the lounge area. He quickly strides over to the area, dipping his hand down to the pit to feel that it's cold.

He grumbles to himself, figuring that it's from squatters when he notices something in the corner of his eyes. He shoots his head over to see a laptop on the ground. A burnt laptop.

Hawks' heart races wildly as he takes the laptop in his hands. He can see a clear hand burned into the bottom of it, while the screen is cracked, probably from being thrown.

He feels his heart race as he thinks about Asami and the recent stories about him. She had to have had a laptop in order to send the stories that she did, and with Riku telling him the VPN pinged from here originally before it was masked, it's clear that this was the laptop she must have used to spread the story.

He examines the handprint burned into the laptop. So, then Dabi found her, and burned the evidence. Hawks' mind wanders wildly as images of that sick fucker finding her trying to communicate to him fill his mind. He thinks about him snatching the laptop from her. He can see him burning and tossing the thing aside. He can hear her cries as he turns his aggression on her.

"Shit," Hawks releases with a building anxiety in his chest at what Dabi did to her after she reached out to them, and wonders if she's even alive.

He quickly shakes the idea out of his head, not allowing the terrible thought to penetrate his skull.

He moves from the office space and heads downstairs in an attempt to find where Dabi might have held her. His feathers don't catch a presence within the building and he continues to descend down the stairs.

He makes his way to the underground of the building and into a labyrinth of halls that will take him hours to navigate through. He releases his feathers to search the building for him for a room that can hold her in. He thinks about where she is now. It's clear that she and anyone from the League are not in the building, but that doesn't mean that they never were. If he can get proof that she was in here, he will have proof that Dabi has her, and hopefully proof she's uninjured.

A shiver crawls down his back as one of his feathers catches the feeling of something to the right. He heads towards the area, bringing his feathers back to him in case he needs to quickly evade a potential trap.

He finds a large locked door that he tries to open, but it's locked. He uses one of his feathers as a pick and quickly makes work of the lock. He grimaces as he picks the lock, thinking of his father and how this was the only useful skill the man taught his son.

The door opens and Hawks almost throws up when the smell of the room hits him. It's not a vile smell. It's the unmistakable smell of her, and the idea of her in here makes him nauseous.

"Fuck!" Hawks shouts as his knees grow weak. It's undeniable that she was in here, and that realization makes him want to scream.

He shakes his head, trying to focus and gather some information on where she might be now. He surveys the room, noticing some clothes on the bed that's made underneath it. The clothes are hers. He turns from the bed, and looks at the nightstand, finding a small origami butterfly sitting atop the stand.

His eyes tear from the scene as he moves to the small two-person table that holds various makeup products. His brows press together in confusion. It seems that Dabi was giving her some items from her home. Another wave of nausea hits his stomach as he thinks about what these items mean to Dabi.

It's clear he was granting her things to make her feel at home here. He was allowing her to feel comfortable here so she wouldn't fight him back. That way, she would be dependent on him for necessities.

"Fucking asshole," he sneers as he takes in more evidence of his suspicion. He wonders how she's responding to her jailor. Asami has a strong personality. She isn't meek, and she's not one to fall for this Stockholm Syndrome act that Dabi's laying on her.

He wonders if she's used her Quirk on him or even tried to fight back with her power. He knows she doesn't use her Quirk much, but she's familiar enough with it to use for self-defense. Maybe she did and he used his flames on her. The idea makes him want to retch.

He glances down and notices a small puddle of dried blood. He kneels down and looks at the blood on the floor. It's not enough to come from a fatal wound, but it's still enough to burn a fire of hate in his heart.

Hawks groans as images of Dabi forcing himself on top of her penetrates his skull. He can feel the lingering animosity for him in this small room. If he fucking touched her…

Hawks hands shake wildly as his chest ignites with hatred. He can't kill him. He's a hero and he can't kill people. But he can hear her crying out for him, begging for Hawks to find her while Dabi takes over her body.

The blonde buries his face in his palms. "I will fucking kill you, Dabi. I will fucking kill you if you touched her."

Dabi glares at the building as the hero searches it for her. He won't find her, but he will find all the evidence that she was in there. Dabi hasn't had time since the incident in Deika City to get her stuff from there, and now he won't. The Hero will know she was in there and he will know the Double is just that.

This isn't how this is supposed to fucking go!

Ever since he learned that the purple-haired girl is the one from his childhood, Dabi's been sloppy with his plans with her. He can't use her against Hawks because he doesn't want the blonde hero to have her. He can't kill her if he defies him because he cares for her too much. He's in the palms of her hands, and the moment that she figures that out is the end of him.

He pulls out his phone and dials the number. The phone rings twice before he answers the phone. "I'm surprised to see you calling," Skeptic answers.

"I need your expertise," Dabi returns with as his eyes are fixated on building in case the hero comes out. "Discreetly," he adds. The man doesn't respond and Dabi continues. "I need you to give me the last contact Pro Hero Hawks had on his phone."

"Isn't that something your ambassador can help you with?" Skeptic asks and Dabi clenches his teeth, figuring that Asami's with him since she's teamed up with Trumpet and Skeptic since their merger.

"She's shitty with the technical side of things," he lies. "Again, I need this discreetly."

"Do I sense trouble in paradise?" Skeptic teases him.

Dabi tenses his jaw, if she's in the room with him, she's probably hearing this so he'll have to come up with some fake ass story of what he needs from Skeptic and he can't go to her for it.

"Can you do it or not? Because I'm sensing that you're underqualified," Dabi sneers

The man chuckles on the other end, "I've already pulled the information. I'm sending it to you now."

"Good," he says hanging up. He opens the attachment the man sent over, and to his shock it's a video clip from the Hero's office room. He didn't expect this level of information, especially that quickly.

He opens the video to see Hawks speaking with a young pink-haired girl with glasses. He listens intently as the two speak with one another.

"The VPN originated from this building location," the pink-haired girl begins. "It's a seventeen-story building not too far from here," she says as she hands him a file. "It's been abandoned due to a structural issue and not being to code. It's scheduled for demolishing later this year."

Hawks flips through the paperwork as she continues. "Anything underground?" he asks her and Dabi's chest ignites in annoyance, seeing that Boy Wonder knows what he's looking for.

"Looks like it has a riser pipeline room under the structure. Most buildings today have this."

"How big?" he asks her.

She shrugs her shoulders, "Probably the size of a large closet, depending on the building. I couldn't find any blueprints of that area."

Hawks exhales heavily, "Thank you, Riku," he begins. "Have you shared this information to Asami? She mentioned that she requested this from you."

Dabi watches carefully and the girl stiffens. "No sir, not yet."

"Good," he begins. "Keep this from her for the time being."

She tightens her posture, "Sir?" Hawks doesn't respond to her and she looks like she's conflicted with what she would like to say. Dabi tries reading her micro movements to understand her body language, but she ends up speaking her mind to the hero.

"Do you…" she struggles, "do you think it was Asami?" her voice cracks.

Dabi tries to stabilize his shaking hands as he watches the video before him. That stupid fucking bitch used the story to reach out to him. Dabi shakes his head, what did I fucking expect? That she was having fun with me? That she wanted to stay with me? Of course she used that moment to send a message to them!

"Just… keep the information to yourself until I can thoroughly investigate," Hawks responds with and the video ends.

With Hawks digging around, it's clear that he doesn't trust the authenticity of the double. Dabi considers destroying her and taking it from him, but she is still doing her purpose elsewhere and keeping the Number One distracted from her absence. If he figures out that she's been kidnapped…

Dabi feels himself igniting with fury. He honestly thought that she was… he shakes his head of the thought. She's not. How could she fucking feel anything towards him? He's monstrous and Hawks is fucking perfect. That day she stitched him up… begging him to fuck her… telling him she wanted him. It was all a fucking ruse to buy Hawks time to get to her.

Dabi slams the phone on the ground as is shatters into pieces. He runs his shaking hands through his spikey hair and he takes in uneasy breaths. He was a fucking fool for thinking that she actually wanted him. How could she? He shakes his head of any false ideas he's created of her in his head, and enacts the initial plan he created. She is nothing but a tool to manipulate the hero into compliance. He will not allow his past or his feelings with her to get in the way of that.

The black-haired villain looks down at the broken phone with a scowl on his face. He will have to remember to ask Skeptic to get everything he can on this girl. If Asami's going to pull this shit, he's going to make sure that she's punished for it, and that starts with getting rid of Hawks' source of intel.