It was nighttime once more and Taylor was a little bored. Normally, this would warrant going to find a way to entertain herself, but it couldn't be helped. The heated conflict between Hookwolf and Victor, as well as the loss of Rune and Crusader to PRT custody, the ABB had decided to push for more territory. Taylor had spent Friday and Saturday night putting down small skirmishes all over town, but tonight she had a specific target: Oni Lee. He'd been popping up and down the territory border making trouble everywhere he want...and he had no concern for innocent casualties in the process. Incendiaries in particular were causing a lot of problems, since all he had to do to escape any heroic attention was light an apartment building on fire. Even if it was deep nazi territory and covered in their gang signs, the white-hats always dropped pursuit in favor of saving lives.

If Taylor had been on scene when the fire was started, she could maybe disable the grenade mid-air, but then he'd start throwing more than one at once, and the buildings would burn quicker. So instead, she left the others to handle getting the blazes under control, and she'd gone deep into ABB territory. She hid herself away on the tallest building she could find and settled in for a stakeout. Taylor reasoned Lee needed more sleep than she did, so she could just wait for him to get tired and seek out shelter for a catnap. Normally, trying to track a teleporter who out-Mover'd you was a recipe for failure, but when she could hear him from a quarter-mile away, that was far less of a concern. Not that she'd seen or heard him yet. Seems he was prepared for a long night too, if the additional fires she saw lighting up in the distance now and then were any indication.

Taylor woke from her little nap. Being a vigilant sentry in her sleep, and only needing a couple hours night, meant sleeping during her patrols was a legitimate option. Kinda silly, but powers were like that sometimes. She focused on what had woken her up: a figure popping from roof to roof, leaving piles of ash in his wake. Finally! Taylor leaned over the roof's edge, tracking Lee's path patiently. He would have to stop eventually.

She was right...sort of. He stopped to eat, but he was too vigilant for her plan to work. He stopped to talk to Lung, and Taylor didn't wanna juggle both at once...especially since Lung could counter her plan. He stopped to beat up some Neo-Nazis harassing minorities on the street, but Taylor wasn't going to interfere with such a noble purpose. Finally, finally, he seemed to be turning in. There was a beach chair set up on several roofs around this part of town; Taylor had initially thought they were for sunbathing when the weather was nice, and maybe that was true, but it seemed Lee used them as a convenient way to sleep while still having basically any escape route he wanted if things went south.

Taylor watched him for almost an hour, just to be sure. [Sense Motive. Success!] Oni Lee was a light sleeper, and it took a bit for him to get deep enough that she felt comfortable fetching her supplies and creeping up on him. This kind of ambush either worked once or not at all, and if it failed she'd never get another good opportunity. Still perched on a rooftop several hundred feet away, Taylor pulled out a burner phone and dialed one of the numbers she'd memorized earlier that weekend. it only took the person on the other end a single ring to pick up. Excellent!

"Who is this? How did you get this number?" Armsmaster sounded awfully grumpy. Maybe cuz it was 3am on a...well technically a Monday?

"Taylor's pizza joint!" she replied cheerfully. "We received an order from this number for a fire demon to go. Just a reminder, that's gonna be a pickup order, not delivery. Anyway, I'll have it boxed up and ready for takeout in about 5 minutes, but I don't know how long I'll be bothered to hold onto it before I get bored, so if you want it you're gonna need to someone to west North Street and south West street. I know it's a bit confusing, but I didn't name the streets stupidly, so you'll just have to deal."

"It's not too late for you. If you surrender, and cooperate, we can-"

Bored now! She hung up and dropped the phone behind her, before hefting her package and walking down the wall. This was gonna be good!

[Climb. Success!]

[Acrobatics. Success!]

[Stealth. Success!]

[Initiative. Success!]

Even with a -6 penalty on all her physical stuff, ambushing Lee turned out to be a piece of cake. Her initial assessment that he'd be a rough fight if she took him on head-on was probably still correct. But Macavity was a villain, and fair fights were a luxury!

She slammed the open, oversized, quarter-ton coffin down around his resting place of choice. The roof buckled a little, but it held, and Taylor sprawled out on top of the lid. She could hear him banging against the inside of the coffin. Yeah good luck buddy. Maybe if he had a good gun and could aim well in there, he could get something through, but with just knives and grenades? He wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. Winning felt so good! She'd considered using the ol' pocket sand trick ([CMB: Dirty Trick (Blind)]) in conjunction with readied actions, and that likely would've worked out well enough even with him constantly wiping stuff out of his eyes, but why take a chance? Especially because this way, if he got away it would be someone else's fault.

While she was waiting, she took out a second burner phone and started texted some of the new numbers she'd collected that weekend. She'd been focusing on the two main gangs the past couple days, and every now and then she'd text them the same thing:

Head home when it's safe. Don't need anybody dying when they don't have to.

It was better than her previous texting spree, which had been too open-ended. In retrospect, sending a bunch of gangbangers to kill each other in the Boat Graveyard was probably a bit too villainous, so it's just as well they ended up literally cleaning trash instead. Community service was a much better punishment anyway. Shed' gotten into a bit of a habit the past few days: ambush some guys, collect all their gang contact numbers, text 'em before they could ditch their phones, switch to a new burner so they couldn't just mass-block her, and repeat. It was working fantastically so far, and was probably half the reason Oni Lee had to come out tonight in the first place; so many ABB were convinced Lung had told them to take the night off. And with the PRT putting her on blast publicly as a powerful Master/Stranger, they couldn't even really be held responsible for leaving their posts.

Taylor shifted in place as she heart Armsmaster approaching on his motorcycle. It was really quite loud, so it was audible from even further away than she could normally hear. She flipped up from a laying position to full-standing in one fluid motion, and adjusted her hat since it had gotten askew at some point. It wasn't even thirty seconds before it came to a stop a few stories below her position.

A hook appeared over the side of the building. A zipping sound announced the hero's arrival as he vaulted over the edge of the roof. Taylor had to admit to herself that, even if he wasn't all that good with people, Armsmaster was a damn cool hero. Good equipment and experience using it had turned an otherwise-normal man into a complete badass. "Macavity. Are you going to come quietly, or are we going to fight?" He had to know she could destroy him with a word, and he'd still come anyway, because taking risks was just part of being a hero. With a huff, Taylor set aside her inner fangirl.

"I know you can't hear me, and you've set up a whitelist to make sure only approved numbers can contact you directly right now," she started. "I also know you'll be recording this for review later."

"Questionable methods can be overlooked for results, and you're have the reason this weekend has been as bloodless as its been. Both due to previous captures, and sending people home early. You helped out Kid Win when you didn't have to. You've never targeted a hero with your master abilities, except for Shadow Stalker, and that can be written off as related to your trigger event. But if you continue down this path, you'll reach a point where nothing can make up for the harm you've done. Surrender, while it's still an option."

"And of course, if I don't surrender, it's only a matter of time before I wake up with confoam around my bed? You're not wrong that our goals are aligned, somewhat. But I prefer my methods, because they can actually get the job done." She prepared to leap away, but paused a moment. "And you're wrong, I did have to help."

He'd seen her crouch, and fired off a containment foam grenade from the end of his halberd. She could've intercepted it, disabled it. But it was tinkertech, so probably pretty difficult even for her, and also it served her purposes better. She caught it and the foam spewed out, enveloping both her and the coffin where Lee was helplessly caught. She gave an experimental tug with all her strength, but the foam held her in place just fine. It's a good thing she could get out without brute force then!

[Escape Artist. Success!]

[Stealth. Success!]

She slipped out of the pile of foam on the far side, quiet as a mouse. Armsmaster didn't notice. "Got two here for pickup. Macavity and Oni Lee. Standing by to make sure everything's by-the-book. Armsmaster out."

Taylor chuckled and went around the building. She drew a white camellia from her coat pocket and propped it up against one of the handles for when he returned. And with that, she vanished into the shadows.