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Everything was slowly but surely coming together, and the only possible problem Mark could see things going terribly wrong was the old adage: 

Hell hath no fury against a woman scorned. 

Granted, that was oversight on his part. It did paint a much better picture of his colleague, Iphigenia Pavlina, AKA Recall. She was a substitute teacher and the two of them rarely interacted, but reading into her abilities, not to mention her agency as a whole, she was a formidable investigator. 

Even sitting in this bar, Mark himself was surprised he hadn't consulted her about his problem earlier. 

And so, breaking with American traditions asked her out for drinks in this seedy establishment on the wrong side of Tokyo. There were a lot of faux pas that he was breaking, but this was a special occasion. Well, sorta special. Really he was looking at mending things after his practical joke during the quirk study (something that, despite bluffing on certain wardrobe choices, he felt like he nailed things pretty darn close), and based on some of the work he had been putting in on the side based on another thing he had seen in Iphi's memories from that day: something that he had managed to work with. 

He was dressed as he normally was, minus the hat, sipping on a bottle of beer as he waited. The timing was important. She had to get here first before his contact made it in. If not then he was 100% sure things would blow up in his face. Again. Fortune favored the bold, though. 

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The idea of engaging with Mark again after his "joke," if you could consider casual misogyny from a grown man as a funny prank, ultimately, she wouldn't entertain the idea of a meetup. However, if there was one thing she placed higher on the priority list than herself, it was doing her job. Her work as a detective usually meant that she was put into less-than-savory situations and sent her to seedy places so a call out to a bar under the guise of work wasn't that unusual.

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It was a rare day off for her, so instead of her usual business she was wearing a grey sweater and jeans. An unusual sight for those who knew her well as she rarely dressed casually in public, but this was largely an exception to her usual rule for more reason than one. Making her way into the bar, she approached Mark from behind, clearing her throat. "Evening. You needed my assistance with an investigation?"
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Mark turned, raising an eyebrow at Iphi before smiling. "Evenin'!" He picked up his drink and stand up, indicating a booth a little further near the back. "Let's have a bit more privacy. That outta do." Surface wise, this was the same Mark Browning that worked for UAU, the sly and charming Midwestern hero that everyone hated for one reason or another.

Despite the number of times the two of them had interacted were few, Iphi would note there was something different about him: there was a sharpness present that he never showed. It was subtle, but present.

Once they were at the booth he'd situate himself with his back to the wall, an eye on the door and an eye on Iphi. If they were in any other situation said eye might wander, but between being on thin ice and knowing that things could kick off at any moment it was better to keep things professional. "First of all, I'd like to apologize for my conduct during the test," he says, holding his bottle up. "Namely, the things I said. I don't like using my quirk on other people, and seeing as it was a low-stress environment I figured I'd have a little fun. Except I forgot the fact that outside my office everyone holds a higher standard of professionalism."

He had started to bring the bottle up for a drink, only to pause partway. The contact in question had just walked in the door, and he didn't need super hearing to know that he was looking for Mark. Shit.

He set the bottle down, giving Iphi his full attention as he starts to get up. "Secondly, I wish I had more time to fill you in. For now, play along, I don't doubt you'll be able to piece things together." At the very least, things were lining up. Since the incident at the test room, Mark had done a brief sweep of Iphi's notes via his quirk and found this guy to be a suspected arms dealer. Only problem was, there was no proof. Until tonight, that is. Mark had potentially brokered a deal, and there was plenty that could be tagged onto this guy. He was just one piece of the puzzle, though; on top of letting him incriminate himself, it was possible they might be able to stymie a few operations tonight.

Mark reached out and gave the man a hearty handshake as he approached, giving a wide smile. "Good to see you again, John!" He says, glancing down to give Iphi a wary look. "Who's this?"

Mark gave the man a quizzical look, only to realize something. "Right, sorry. This is my girlfriend, Clymie. Don't worry, she's cool." Truthfully, Mark blanked for a moment. Thinking back through earlier meetings, and adjusting for the times he gave both of them, the contact was early. Nearly thirty minutes early. This was what he got for playing fast and loose.

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Raising an eyebrow at the sudden decision to switch locations ultimately, she figured if the reason for the invitation was actually true this was likely part of the plan. Either someone was watching them already or they were on a time crunch. Regardless of her personal feelings for Mark's conduct in their last encounter, she would remain professional...well, depending on how he handled this whole exchange.

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Once they were situated, she studied his body language. He was tense, which meant either nervousness or anticipation in her eyes. The apology that followed was surprising as she believed he would have doubled down rather than actually acknowledge the inappropriateness of his actions. "I could do without the second half, but I'll take it. Apology tentatively accepted." a waiter would come by in those moments and ask Iphi if she wanted to a drink to which she declined wanting to remain lucid while on the job.
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Like a deer in headlights, Mark froze for a second when a specific individual entered the bar, and Iphi figured this was their target for the investigation. She was more than willing to play along as that was part of the job so the idea of being his "girlfriend" for the time being wasn't too out there. In fact it was probably one of the easiest cover given the circumstances but Clymie? A Scottish name? Eh, she could make it work.
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Thinking back to all the instances in which she heard a Scottish accent, she would clear her throat and smile at the man, "Nice tae meet ye." Having an infallible memory did have its perks. She would reach up and twirl her hair taking the opportunity to hit a very small, skin-colored button on her temple, which would activate a new craft of hers dubbed 'Mindjourney' which could connect his overactive brain waves to someone else's consciousness, allowing her to provide a one way connection for her to speak into their mind. "Undercover operation? When you have the time you'll need to inform me as to what we're looking for. In the meantime I'll be collecting data."
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[lonewolf]

Oh great, she was in his head now. Again. Shit, he needed to shift the conversation before he got hung up on that.

"Cool, huh?" The man appraised Iphi for a moment, pressing his lips together. He'd had a pencil mustache and was missing one of his top teeth. "So she knows what you've been doin'?"

"Ah, yeah," Mark responds, giving a nervous grin. "She knows all about my obsession with antique and rare guns," he says, glancing her way. Could she read his thoughts? There was no way that was her quirk...but he knew she built stuff. Science stuff. Scary. But if it was data she was looking to collect, then he could just as easily explain a little more about their "relationship". "It's how we met, actually. Gunshow in south Cali. She's more of an FN fan, though. Hon, this is Sinbad, met 'bout a month ago. He's a gun broker here." Gun broker was a misnomer. Anyone that was a broker meeting in a shady bar like this at night on business had other ties other than legal business.

He nodded, looking back at Mark. "Weird, but I'm not one to judge. You were looking for a Skorpion, right? Think I found in my stock what you're looking for." Reaching into his jacket, the man pulled out what was clearly a gun and set it on the table between them, barrel facing the wall. Mark let out a low whistle, reaching out to tentatively touch the folded stock; this wasn't out of nervousness, but as a means to try and preserve whatever prints might be on it. "Damn. Full auto, like you promised?"

"Tested it myself, works like a charm," he responds, looking like the cat that ate the mouse. "Found it in an old stash of mine, will make a good few bucks in the near future. Got some other stuff in there, if the two of you wanna take a look." He looked at Iphi, smiling. "Might have a Five Seven or two, but won't know until we look."

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She was starting to connect the dots. From this brief interaction it was pretty clear that this contact wasn't actually a friend, Mark was using him to get more information. Perhaps about a bigger dealer of firearms or in preparation of some sort of event to be seen? Either way, she was more than happy to go along with the plan. Always for the greater good.

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'You could have given me at least some information prior to inviting me out here. I've been undercover plenty of times before but I'm more concerned about having the ARMS DEALER in a public place.' she would relay her thoughts to him before smiling happily back at the newcomer "A dae love tae shoot guns!" she may have been laying it on thick but to this new guy she wasn't supposed to be anyone of note. Besides, it wasn't like many people had firsthand experience with a Scottish woman with a heavy accent. She would keep a passive expression until the man revealed the gun in which she would pinch Mark's arm as if she couldn't contain her excitement. "Oh, fancy! A'd love tae see the seven five" even with her feigning excitement her senses were sharp, there wasn't anything that she was going to miss from this exchange. Someone like this guy was just plain bad news.
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[lonewolf]

Sinbad started to give Iphi a quizzical look, but Mark kept up the pressure. "Old stock, you say? How old we talkin'?"

"Ah, kinda hard to say," he responds, shifting in his seat. "Old partner of mine started putting it together some years ago, and the weapons were accumulated from different sources. Pay off enough Russians, they'll let you walk through old armories and the sort." He gave another smile, setting a hand on the table. "Question is, do the two of you want to take a walk through it?"

Mark's danger sense was going off. He thought he had been playing his cards right with this guy, and free reign of an armory like that was a red flag. He looked over at Iphi, and this was a moment he'd have to make a split-second decision. If they went they'd be putting themselves in danger. If they cut their losses now, then at the very least they'd be taking one dealer off the streets but his associates might relocate the contents of the armory. "Whatcha think, hun?" Mark leaned over to put an arm around Sinbad like they were best buds. "Who knows what we could find. Sounds like he might wanna take us there tonight-"

"You can cut the act, ya narc," Sinbad spits, looking over at him. "It wasn't an invitation. I'd like to invite you and your girlfriend here out for a grand old time. Got all kinds of goodies that-"

Mark had been slowly reaching into his jacket, and it wouldn't take much to angle the holster he kept there with the big iron to aim at his groin. "Let's be civil here, unless you wanna leave with one less piece on you," he says, looking back over to Iphi. "Hate to ask this, got a means of checking for prints?"

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Putting on an act may have been part of the job, but this role wasn't particularly fun for Iphi. It didn't challenge her in the same way that going undercover usually did, probably because she was a bit player. Not that that was Mark's fault, as it was his case and his contact, but anything else would have been too suspicious. Still, when the act was coming to a close Iphi's shoulders slumped and she sighed. Her feigned soft expression would change back to her normal neutral one.

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"Of course. Not a full kit, but for something small like this, what I have will do." she'd pull a small kit from her back pocket, pulling out a metal extendable wand to slide the gun closer to herself, not wanting to contaminate it with her fingerprints. From there, she'd pull out the small brush and dust the surface with a powder solution before applying adhesive tape to pull a few fingerprints. Tweezers from her keys would lift the tape and put them into secure bags that she would put away. "Anything else?"
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"As long as we have evidence that this guy has been handling it," Mark says, glancing over at Iphi. "I've got some stuff on me to make a makeshift sling for that, as well as some gloves. This hasn't gone according to plan-"

"Oh, really?" Sinbad smirks, looking at Mark. "You know neither of you will make it out of here alive, right? Got my boys covering this place front and back."

The sound of a hammer being pulled back echoed in the small space with Mark giving him a deadpan look. "I'm being serious. Two inches might not be much, but I promise you you'll miss it." The man's face drained of all color, his back leaning against the booth.

"Sorry, the middle of my sentence was interrupting the beginning of his," he says, turning back to Iphi. "To be perfectly honest, was just gonna buy this and go home. Take care of his friends in the morning. Want my other to keep him covered so I can work on this? If he's tipping his hand like this then I've got no choice but to drag him in." If Iphi agreed he'd hand her the Carry, making a small joke about how it's "set to kill" before getting to work on the sling, ensuring his own prints weren't contaminating the weapon any more than he already had. "I appreciate your help in all this. Hopefully next time we can do something more exciting."

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Iphi's eyes would narrow as she listened to the criminal prattle on. The usual threats that every criminal would say when they were caught. She'd heard it hundreds of times before and could remember them all. She'd place her palm on the table as she stood up with a very unamused look on her face. "I think I've been doing this long enough that I can handle a few of your 'boys'." clearly, she wasn't messing around anymore. "Unfortunately, I'm always ready to call for backup; probably the only thing we have in common, except our backup has a bit more firepower."

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She would wave Mark away when he offered her his gun. "Keep it. I brought my own gear." With her Pneumatic Cannon and Inverse Curtain both being hand devices, it was easy enough to conceal them when undercover or even off duty. Well, if Iphi ever believed she could be off duty that was. Still, it paid off in situations like this as she pulled out both devices from her back pocket and equipped them both, calibrating the more offensively oriented of the two in the process. "Might not look like much to you, but believe me, you don't want to be on the receiving end of this, so I suggest you stand down." She would give a very low power demonstration as a 'bullet' of wind would shoot past the man's face, just close enough that he could feel the force of it but not enough to do any actual damage. She would then readjust it so it was at a level where a shot would be the equivalent of a 'stun round' you'd find in most science fiction novels when applicable. "This is about as much excitement as I'd like on a day off." Mark wasn't so bad, but Iphi was still wary, given their last inappropriate interaction. "You take point. I can adapt to any changes in the plan." She was plenty used to working with a partner, and if Mark knew anything about her, he would recognize this.
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[lonewolf]

He raised an eyebrow as she brought forth her own equipment. He had gotten the impression he shouldn't get on her bad side, and this just reinforced that thought. With his nonlethal stowed away he worked in earnest on the sling, ensuring it was on the foreign weapon proper.

Sinbad meanwhile paled a little more at the force that went by his cheek, the man shifting uncomfortably in place. "Look, if its guns ya want, I can give you all the guns you could ever need! The police are always in need of stuff like that, right?"

"If I'm being honest, the only Russian-styled weapons I trust are the ones built in America," Mark says, reaching over to take Sinbad by the arm and begin pushing him out. "Besides, that'd clash with the whole 'bad-boy gunslinger' look."

Sinbad would walk along complacently, until they began approaching the bar. Instead of going towards the front entrance Mark would yank Sinbad in another direction, towards an employee-only doorway. "What're you doing? I'm gonna go along with you, we just hafta-"

"Front and back, you said?" Mark reaches into his jacket, forcing Sinbad through the door as he looked right and left down the hall as the Wayward Son made its appearance. "Let's test that. There's a fire exit down the left here, away from the back entrance. Don't expect that alleyway to have any eyes on it." It wouldn't take long to find it, and bursting through he'd force his charge down a narrow walkway outside. "I'm being serious about the two inches thing. You'll live if you run, but you'll be less than what you were."

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Waiting on someone else meant one thing for Iphi: running scenarios in her head. For most people, a minute or so would be enough for maybe 1-2 scenarios but in her case she had ran about 50. All of them contingent on whether Mark would be able to handle himself or even handle taking point. She knew from his profile at UAU that he was a good shot but not much else. The quirks they had weren't exactly flashy or traditionally useful, but Iphi had an idea of what to do.

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"You'll have plenty of chances to give us all the information we need about suppliers." she said to the mans fearful plea. There was always a bigger fish so to speak and this man would lead them to it. "We're gonna to have to temporarily split up. I believe if this man has already been captured then he becomes a liability. There's a high chance that if they're unable to dispose of us they'll try for him." Iphi would move past the table and point in the direction of the front "Side Entrance, I'll keep them busy at the front. More will likely flank to my position, but I'll be fine." she would walk to the front and activate the inverse curtain making a barrier behind her and one in front before she'd open the front door to be greeted by a few gunmen. Taking some pot shots, she'd dive under cover, putting her brain power to work, making sure she didn't mess up the timing of her own shots. As for the easiest way to do that?
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[lonewolf]

Mark wasn't too happy with how this was playing out, and as much as he'd like to argue he knew that doing so was more likely to get them and many others killed. Besides, in doing it like this, he'd have a better opportunity to get a flank off.

Meanwhile, at the front two mean would be standing out front and be surprised that someone with barriers was waltzing out. The guns they brought to bear were hand guns, relatively small calibers that wouldn't do much to the barrier. They'd immediately look at getting into cover, though it wouldn't be much. They'd do everything they could to saturate Iphi's cover with shots, but all this would accomplish was waste bullets. In no time at all, they'd run out of ammunition.

Mark meanwhile would draw his standard sidearm, dragging Sinbad with him. "Your boys are a little too cavalier, don't ya think?"

"Hey, gotta cover ourselves somehow!"

"Right, right...C'mon." Mark took a chance by exposing them out in the open, his head on a swivel. The low lighting didn't help him in the slightest, but at the very least no one seemed to be keeping an eye on this particular entrance. At least, initially. He heard movement coming from the back, no doubt alerted to the gunfire from the front. The moment Mark saw the silhouettes he fired three shots, one immediately going down and screaming in pain while the other dipped back into cover. "Shit, and you want to give my boys trouble?!"

"He'll live," Mark says, forcing Sinbad forward while keeping tabs on that corner. He had paint rounds loaded this time around, and while painful would prove to be unusable this time around.

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A lesser benefit of High Spec was Iphi's ability to adapt to whatever their profession was. Sure, she was good at teaching because she could memorize anything, but what worked out even better (for her) was applying this to hero work. In particular, counting bullets. She couldn't say she had as much experience with firearms as Lone Wolf or his "old buddy" but she knew enough to get within 10% of the total capacity. Well, not that it mattered much since none of the bullets would reach her, instead hitting the shield which had some give thanks to elasticity which meant the bullets piled up in front of her.

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"10, 9, 8..." Iphi would count out loud, readying her gauntlet for the inevitable last bullet before she poked her arm out of cover. Scanning her surroundings and quickly calculating, she'd fire off three shots. The first hit its target dead on with the second ricocheting off of a nearby metal trashcan can, the sound scaring the man out of cover so the third shot would hit him square in the jaw. After she took a moment to restrain the two, she'd move around the side of the building, shield in one hand with her weapon ready. Hopefully Mark didn't get himself in a pinch while she took her little 'detour'.
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The first man that Mark nailed would slowly get to his feet, a friend starting to come around to check on him. Mark continued to march Sinbad forward, gun pointed back as he lined up his shot. "You can leave them alone, you know!"

Mark considered this for a moment. He did just wound one of them. He might feel the paint and start to panic; he was shot, and bleeding. This wasn't true, of course, and he did use a special paint that was hard to scrub off and easy to track. He could let the three of them panic and scramble away. Of course, what he expected them to do was to charge at him guns blazing, and then he'd be in some real trouble.

Yeah, better to just nip this in the bud now. He fired off two more shots, the first man going down again and screaming while his friend grabbed his arm, slipping back behind the building. "Liability. Better this way."

He'd move out into view of Iphi, or at least as well as he could be in the low light. He'd catch sight of her restraining the men by the doorway, calling out. "Leave 'em. I'm parked not far from here. Gave the rest something to think about." And so he'd move over to the Caddy, not far away and popping the trunk. He reached in, grabbing a few ziptie restraints and taking Sinbad's arms. "We're gonna go on a little trip."

"Of to see your mother?" He winced as the restraints were clamped on tighter than they should be.

"This ain't a cop car, so you'll have to make do in the trunk."

"Wait a minute, I have rights-!" With many a protest Mark threw him in the back, slamming the trunk shut on him. "Wasn't expecting the plan go fubar like that," he says, sighing as he went to the drivers side. "Let's get out before the rest get wiser."

The moment he cranked up the car the radio started blaring, an old song coming on as Mark muttered several curses about "that damn deliquent" as he shut the thing off entirely. "This a bad time to ask for your help regarding something completely different? I'd give you the details, but I've got to worry about this ring first."

Iphigenia Pavlina,