It was an average day, almost night as the sun forfeited to the moon. It was days like this were Sinclair could not help but feel at least the slightest romance in the air. Victor was beside her, they lacked suits, but they were heroes. She was thrilled, this was their first day were they actually got serious about it! She wanted squeal in excitement like a teenage girl that had gotten a car, but she restrained herself for the sake of her dignity. That and Victor would never let her live it down.

"Alright, we're all set. The cases are good to go and prepared to make anything. We'd just have to say it," Victor spoke, closing his own case as Sinclair picked up her own.

"Oh this is going to be simply wonderful! It's a date even!" She chimed.

"You just keep thinking that," Victor chuckled, "While you're off in lovey dovey land i'm going to make sure I don't lose any limbs."

The two did not seem to be serious however, despite this being the day were they were supposed to 'get serious'. Their form of taking responsibility, was actually going out on a patrol. The two looked like simple office workers, with their shiny silver suitcases at their sides.

"And we're off~" Sinclair sang as she practically jumped of the stairs with glee. She was lacking her normal heels, and her jewelry was missing, beauty being cast aside for efficiency. The two got into their car, leaving their mansion and heading into town. They drove around for a bit, before Sinclair spotted a strange looking character on the streets, "Vikky, isn't that the girl we saw get run over?" she asked her husband.

"I do believe it is," Victor squinted at the girl. He pulled over, and Sinclair hopped out of the car. They knew of her super-strength, in fact they had shock-absorbent padding on them in case the girl decided to give them a good punch. Victor had hoped they would have time to make some kind of suit that would prove to be more efficient at this kind of stuff, but Sinclair was just itching to go out! He couldn't stop that woman even if he tried so he might as well go along to make sure she did not get herself injured.

"I believe it'd be best to talk first, maybe get some kind of inform-"Victor started whispering to Sinclair.

However Sinclair had already started bounding over to the girl, "Hello!" she sang, "Aren't you the girl from the television?"

There was a faint sound of a palm hitting a face in the direction of Victor.

It was a few days following the incident at the clothing store that Katelyn had her second encounter with Shellie and following several rage-inciting comments from the older woman, the teenager had fled the junkyard to avoid losing her cool with the blonde and re-enacting what she'd done to the crowbar. She did however 'borrow' about a hundred dollars from the woman's purse before leaving as Shellie had foolishly left it in the kitchen as she'd made a temporary exit from the room to go complain to Leon or so she'd threatened. She had tried to find Fayte to see if her friend wanted to come, but had been unable to find the other teen and still as yet hadn't had much interaction with any of the others so didn't bother inviting them either.

In her haste to get away and finally get ahold of a pack of cigarettes, she regrettably forgot to grab the cellphone that Leon had provided for her.

A half-hour or so later, she emerged from the 'nearby' gas station with two packs of Marlboros, a new zippo and a small bottle of root beer in hand and began to make her way back to the junkyard.

Katelyn doesn't make it more than a quarter mile of the four she needed to walk before stopping short as yet another blonde appears in her line of sight as she gets out of a car and begins toward her, asking if she was the girl from the TV. Katelyn doesn't verbally give a reply, just shakes her head and attempts to just walk on, hoping that the other woman wasn't another like the assholes from the store. She quickens her pace slightly as she spots the mouth of an alley a few dozen yards up, figuring if the blonde was some kind of nut that she could outrun the other woman and lose her in the maze.

The girl shook her head and seemed to be avoiding them. Sinclair was almost certain this girl was the one from the television! She pursued the girl, asking her to wait and to hold up. After growing a bit frustrated she decided to pull her position upon this girl, "Come back here and hand over your ID or I will be forced to as a Hero of Reighs City!"

Greeeat Sinclair just had to open her big flabby mouth. Victor rolled his eyes, opening the trunk and reaching for the sedatives in the back. The trunk of the car was filled with many strange jars filled with various concoctions he and his wife had created, a lot of them for specific people they have heard of. Luckily, they had something for super-strength over there. He grabbed the sedative needle before speaking to his suitcase, "Tranq Gun dot TDPRMNTS" he gave the command before the suitcase began to whir to life.

He shut the trunk and placed his suitcase in the passenger seat before taking up the driver's seat. Once the car was started once more, he made a dash to catch up with the two, he hoped Sinclair could keep up enough to at least help him predict where the girl was going to exit the alleyways from.

The girl was fast, but Sinclair was not so easy to lose either. She picked up her case to hold it in both hands while she ran, "Trackie dot TDPRISI" she spoke to the case softly before her own case began to whir to life.

Her alarm grew quickly as the unknown blonde yelled out to her, threatening her unless she handed over an id card that she honestly didn't have. She'd left her real id back home in NJ, tossing it from the train window as they'd come upon the state border, and it would be another week before she would be able to get her new fake identity from a contact she'd made a day prior. She slowly turns her head for a moment to look at the demanding woman, and with a slight bit of fear in her eyes then turns and books it for the alleyway, hoping like hell her plan would work. She had no real reason or desire to fight the woman either way, and the memory of what the leech mutant had done to her was still fresh in her mind. It was possible that as a hero the blonde would have some kind of power, and until she knew what the other woman was capable of, she wasn't going to risk it.

"Leave me alone!" Katelyn yells over her shoulder as she runs as fast as she's able through the maze of alleys, hearing the pounding footfalls of the woman uncomfortably close behind her, neither seeming to lose or gain momentum.

Eventually her luck runs dry and Katelyn lets out a string of angry curses as she finds that she took a bad turn to find herself at a dead end, with no time to retrace her steps and correct her path as she can see her chaser now, blocking her in. She grabs up a fairly long pipe that was just laying on the ground and brandishes at the woman in an attempt to be menacing.

"Go away, I didn't do shit but defend myself at the store." She yells at them angrily.

"Woah woah, calm down hun," Sinclair spoke, a concerned look on her face, "I don't want to hurt you or anything like that," she explained. She remained calm, and was talking a bit more slowly, as if talking to a scared animal.

"Just put the pipe down, and we can just talk okay?" she asked, "What do you mean you were just defending yourself?" she asked, her brows furrowed in genuine concern. She always had a soft spot for children, it was a weakness of Sinclair's, especially after she found out she could not bear her own. It was always those motherly instincts that caused her to stop and think before acting, unlike Victor.

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Meanwhile the husband had stopped, swearing as it seemed on the tracker that Sinclair had cornered her. He got out of the car and grabbed the case. He rushed towards the two, cutting a corner and taking out the gun and loading it once the case had let loose a beep of completion.

He was worried, that mutant girl criminal was with his wife, and she had powers. His heart was racing, but to his relief when he arrived, it seemed that the girl was not attacking. Yet. He did not want to take this chance however. He did not take the time to listen to what they were saying, only recognizing a mutant girl, a pipe, and a very threatening post. He held up the gun and fired, aiming right for the chest, the easiest to hit place closest to the heart.

He was glad he was the one shooting, he was the gunslinger of the duo, any guns Sinclair toyed with usually ended up shooting someone else...

Katelyn's gaze locked on the woman as she spoke, the teenager's stance rigid as the blonde tried to 'calm' her, telling her that she meant no harm. She doesn't lower the pipe when asked however, though at the same time still doesn't move from her current position to attempt an attack either.

"I think we can talk just fine this way, if talking is what you really want. You don't come at me and I don't start swinging, kapeish?" Katelyn retorts, not willing to let anyone with possible and unknown powers within grabbing reach. "Exactly what it sounded like, there were five guys that wouldn't let me and my friend leave. Not sure what they wanted exactly, but we left them breathing which is more than I figure they would have left me and my friend if we hadn't fought back with the help of our other friend." Katelyn replies, refusing to mention Fayte or Leon by name to her pursuer.

Her gaze locked on the blonde and distracted, Katelyn doesn't take notice of the man that approaches until the sound of a gunshot rings out and she lets out a cry of both shock and pain as the tranquilizer dart rips through her flesh and embeds itself in her chest with a thump, and the impact forces her back a few feet.

"What the fuck!?" She cries out with dismay and then almost immediately begins to feel drowsy as the fast acting sedatives shoot into her blood.

Taking an angry step toward the woman, as she was the closest, Katelyn then falls to her knees with a sudden gasp as the needle in her chest shifts and the tip of the metal tears a rip in her heart. She coughs a bit and blood splatters down her chin, and then she falls sideways as sedative induced darkness takes her. She's unconscious by the time her head hits the ground.

"What the hell, Victor!?" Sinclair shouted as Katelyn fell over.

"She was going to attack us?" Victor spoke, confused as his wife ran over to the girl. He blinked as his wife seemed to glare at him a bit, flipping the girl over to examine the wound. It was healing, but it was still bleeding.

"No she wasn't I was getting her to talk! She might have been completely innocent!" Sinclair countered.

Victor sighed and placed his hand on his wife's shoulder, "You always get sentimental with the youngsters. If we're going to do this kind of business you need to stop that. There's a ton of bad kids out there, and they're just going to get worse if you keep babying them," he explained.

Sinclair doubted it, shaking her head. The girl was still bleeding, but they were already aware of her regenerative powers. THey had witnessed her being run over and taken away, they had tried to follow, but the car had sped away before they could get closer. There was no way this girl should have survived that. Which is exactly how they were able to pack a sedative enough to calm this raging bull.

They removed the needle to allow the wound to heal, Victor picking up the girl as his wife took the gun. They kept the needle with them as they returned to the car, Sinclair going in the backseat with the girl to continue the dosage of sedatives if they needed to.

When they arrived back at the mansion, they placed the girl in a contained, being sure to sever one of her pinkies to keep for further research. The glass she was kept in was bulletproof, with electrical shocks for if she ever tried to touch it. There was a bed, a sink, and a toilet that at least had a stall around it so she could have some privacy. Intelligent? Probably not, but the Remingtons weren't exactly the most careful people in the world. Their servants bustled about, taking care of business and cleanings while they sat in a room filled with research.

They needed to find a more efficient way of containing her and keeping her calm before they shipped her to prison. Although, Sinclair had other plans. She wanted to talk to the girl more, however she simply needed to find the opportunity to get away from Victor for a bit.

Katelyn felt like shit upon waking from the induced slumber that the tranquilizer had forced upon her. Shooting up to a sitting position on the bed without pause had been less than a good idea and the teenager winced as she felt a headache begin to build up in the back of her skull, probably from it hitting the ground hard when she'd fallen.

A look about the room she was in served to fill her with a sense of dread as all the walls of the sparse room were made of glass, and then as her gaze falls toward her lap, Kate's eyes widen in shock as she takes note of the fact that she was missing a pinkie. She knew immediately that one of them must have cut it off, though had no imaginable reason as to why. She didn't even know who her captors were, or if there were more than the pair that had chased her down either. For all Kate knew, she might fall under the category of Governmental Property now rather than American Citizen.

These thoughts fueling her growing anger, she pushes past her headache and gets up off the bed, her hands curling into fists before she rushes at the door and punches the glass there with as much strength as she can muster. In result she feels electricity shoot into her hand and then shock her near senseless as her fist impacts the glass with no effect despite her efforts.

There is a loud crackle and then Katelyn found herself launched off her feet and flying back to hit the only cement wall at the rear of the glass prison, thankfully not also electrified. She slides down the wall and into a heap on the floor as she twitches violently under the aftereffects of being electrocuted. Despite her best attempt to hold them in, Kate soon finds a few tears rolling down her cheeks as she lays on the ground in her slump, continuing to shake.

Finally, Sinclair managed to get a break from Victor as he examined the finger and its muscles. She slipped away and made her way to the containment chamber. There were multiple, in case they ever got a hold of more dangerous subjects than one that were unfit for containment in the prisons. They didn't tend to do experimenting outside of what they needed to, but these were little 'just in cases'.

She approached the cage, passing by a cell she knew had a strange creature contained just neighboring the girl, but she ignored it. That stubborn...thing refused any and all contact, it always hid in the bathroom where it could not be seen. Even tried to flush itself once and they had to remove the toilet.

She stopped outside the containment unit for Katelyn, noticing that the girl was crying. She was twitching too, she must have just found out about the walls. They really should put a notice on those things...

"Sweetie?" she spoke up, "I'm really sorry hun, my husband can really jump the gun on these kids of things..." she waited for a response. An angry outburst, sobs, pleas to be released, anything probably would have torn Sinclair apart upon seeing this poor girl.

The shakes had just about subsided save for a few more twitches that the sixteen year old suffers through as Katelyn realizes she was no longer alone upon hearing the blonde speaking, calling her 'sweetie' and apologizing for what they'd done to her, or what the man had done. Slowly and with a bit of difficulty, Katelyn raises her head and throws a glare at the woman.

"Jumped the gun?" She asks in a near monotone, her voice slightly cracking with her held back anger and emotion at the end, and shakily she raised the hand that was missing a finger. "You do this kinda shit a lot then, abducting teenagers and playing amateur amputator?"

She doesn't give the woman a chance to answer before struggling to pull herself back up to sit upon the floor and then twists to turn her back on the woman as she feels her resolve breaking. This whole thing seemed even more serious than what had happened back in Jersey a few months ago, and even more inexcapable than the basement to boot. These people clearly knew what she could do and Katelyn knew nothing.

"What the hell do you want from me anyways?" She asks in a defeated and apprehensive tone.

Sinclair is silent as the girl lashes out at her, she probably would have let the girl out and given her a coffee or something if not for the fact that this girl might punch her lights out and if not then she'd certainly get some kind of verbal lashing from Victor. He wasn't abusive, just concerned. Sinclair knew that, but she just could not help feeling sympathetic over these kinds of people.

"I...I'm really sorry," she finally spoke up, "Vicky is a bit...cautious about people with your kind of abilities," she began to explain.

"He isn't very trusting towards others, and he's just trying to make sure everyone's safe. We saw you get run over by that car a while back, and people can just get...scared," Sinclair tried to smile in case the girl turned around to look at her. She knew Vicky wouldn't admit it, he'd probably say some kind of bull about protecting people, but he was scared. Vicky knew him better than anyone. They may have taken up this job because they were bored, but Victor wasn't as keen about this as Sinclair was.

"We're just trying to make sure that if something happens things don't go horribly wrong, once we're done we'll turn you over to the police and then you can have your trials and such!" Sinclair tried to sound a bit more upbeat,"Then you could testify about your self defense right?"

Katelyn didn't attempt to even turn to look at the blonde as the woman apologized again, she just held her gaze on the concrete wall, her arms wrapped around her legs and holding them to her chest as the woman explained about her overly-cautious partner. While Kate could understand the reasoning to a degree, she was sour with the knowledge that she hadn't even been doing anything to warrant such treatment, and even less deserved prison for her actions, both here in the city and back home in New Jersey, though without her identification they likely didn't even know her name let alone about what had happened before her arrival in Reighs City.

She stiffens slightly when the blond reveals that both of her captors had been witness to Leon running her over by accident, and then lets out a dry humorless chuckle to the bit about people fearing those like her. She remains silent a bit longer as the blond continues to speak, mentioning turning her over to the cops and her subsequent trial.

"You're a fool if you think I'll get a real trial." Kate says in the same dry tone, and finally turns around to look at the woman on the opposite side of her glass prison. "You said yourself that people fear.. freaks like me, and me claiming self defense or not, ain't gonna mean shit to the government. They'll just throw me in a hole and use me as a labrat for the rest of whatever life I have left, better for me if your friend just finishes the job he started with my pinkie and cut the rest of me apart for your little tests or whatever the hell you did with my finger. Probably be less painful and quicker a death in the end."

Sinclair's attitude changes as the girl attempts to turned the tide onto Sinclair, "Why not have a little more faith? Surely this place isn't THAT bad, right? I mean they got that new Hero program going on to get people with powers to help others right?"

She paused for a moment before continuing on with an idea, "How about this, I'll hire the lawyer myself. If they find anything fishy and you still get charged, i'll pay them off," she offered, it was a foolish thing to do, but she could not help it.

"What happened back then? I heard there was even a gas explosion nearby during the chase. I want to hear YOUR story, not the news or the reporters'," Sinclair offered. She had pulled up a nearby chair, growing a bit tired of standing there with nothing to do with her hands. She glanced over to the containment neighbor that held the strange being that was not even human. It seemed to be keeping quiet despite all this. She wondered if he'll speak up during this? Likely not. It probably hated the Remington's guts after all it went through with the Remingtons. Her eyes went back to Katelyn, waiting for the response.

As the woman's tone changes and she begins to preach about Kate's lack of trust and faith in the system meant to protect the innocent, Katelyn gave a slight roll of the eyes. She wasn't sure what this Hero program was all about, this being the first she'd even heard of such a thing, but was still unconvinced of her safety.

"Maybe you're right about most people with powers being allowed to live normal lives while on the government payroll, but really... You said you saw me get hit by that car, and had my finger cut off knowing I'd heal. As far as I know that healing also applies to most if not all human diseases. It's all in the blood as far as that goes, and if I was on the side of the glass looking in at a girl who's own blood potentially could bring about a cure for cancer, AIDS, whatever else.. Hell even I'd admit the means outweigh the ends. Not that I wouldn't mind helping in that sense if I can, mind you, but there will always be something new and they'd never let me go." She reasons, more worried about the government itself rather than the judicial system of this city. "So while I appreciate your at least voiced offer for lawyers and payoffs, I doubt it'd do much if the government wants me, and here I am, all wrapped up for them."

She pauses for a moment and the other woman takes the opportunity to press on with her questioning, asking about the incident in the store.

"A couple friends of mine took me shopping for clothes since mine were lost or ruined from being hit by the car." She replies, not seeing the harm in giving her side, though still she has no plans in giving up anyone else to land Fayte or Leon in a neighboring cage. She wasn't and never would be a rat. "We weren't looking for trouble, the guys we beat up had cornered me and another girl, one of my friends, and wouldn't let us leave unless it was with them. I hit one as a warning shot, not to kill, in hopes that they would leave. Then my other friend came over and I got grabbed by their ringleader. He did something to me... leeched off my powers and life-force I think, not a very pleasant experiences. I went down for a couple and got my shit together in time to knock out the last guy after one of my friends got the leader off me. I will admit I ain't a saint or nothing, but you really wanna play hero, you should have him in one of these. He's much more than a threat than I am anyways."

"And how are we supposed to know you're not lying and going to attack us as soon as we open the hatch?" a voice pierced into the conversation. Victor had been listening in, and he was figuring it was time to butt in and put these two in their places.

"For all we know, you're about as dangerous and unpredictable as that THING in there," Victor nodded towards the neighboring cell, "You were the one we saw on the street and YOU were the one who was threatening my wife with a pipe."

"Victor stop," Sinclair sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as her husband grew near.

"I'm not going to risk being killed. I'm not going to risk you being killed. I'm not going to risk anyone being killed," he said sternly, "We're sticking with the plan Sinclair, no changing it. We've been over this."

Sinclair stood up, "Vicky, please, she's right,"

"She's also dangerous and for all we know she's using some kind of psychological ability to affect you and make you let her go," Victor responded, "We're sticking with the plan."

The woman rolled her eyes, there was no changing Victor's mind. She had to admit though, they both had their points. That was when an idea came to Sinclair's mind, "How about we go look at the tapes? I'm sure if we look hard enough we could get them to cough up the original tapes, right? We could just go look for ourselves?"

"What about that gas explosion during the chase? Even if it was self defense, fleeing the scene and blowing up a gas station isn't exactly something that's let off so easily..." Victor countered, shooting a glare to Katelyn.