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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. 

Iphigenia Pavlina

The mountains of the USJ felt alien to Mark. Then again, anything larger than a hill was weird to him. 

The Midwest was almost completely flat. If the world itself didn't have a curve, he would have been able to spot where he was born hundreds of miles away during his heyday. Mountains to him were one of the many things he distrusted. To him, they were symbolic of death, and provided a natural prison for people. Those that embraced the mountain accepted it for what it was, and oppressed those below...

At least, that is what he would think if he were an academic. With the Rockies to his west and the Appalachians to his east his sandbox involved a lot of flat plains, sandy drives, and tornadoes. If there was one piece of philosophy that he took away from all the bullshit, it was that mountains were a challenge. The physical, and the mental. 

For instance, the villain-turned-hero Leonard Kaiser. While stories surrounding him were quietly buried and with the school doing what they could to not draw attention to his checkered past, it didn't change the fact that the boy carried with him a lethal temperament. Heroes that take on the life of confronting evil must meet violence with violence, but generally speaking it's not good for a hero to meet the lethality. They are meant to be the bigger man, or woman, or whatever. They are meant to embody ideals. 

At least, that's what they're supposed to do. If every hero was a goody-two shoes then nothing would get done. The fact remained, though: killing was frowned upon. It was something that even Mark himself didn't resort to first. And now he was in a poor position of trying to teach this kid how exactly to pull his punches...hence why he was waiting at the base of this mountain. 

Leo Kaiser

The two young men, despite being disappointed at the lack of a plan, at the very least liked the fact that Michael was honest and had a set of priorities. Carpenter would help the girl, who at this point was introducing herself as Mesmer, lean onto Michael. She would, of course, insist that her leg was broken, which major bruising aside didn't seem to be the case. She did, after some prodding, say that she was capable of creating flashes of light within a specific range.

With the two on point, they'd begin their journey through some of Ground Beta's back alleyways. Initially, it didn't seem like there was any kind of damage out this way and that it could be safe...until Mash tripped a wire and caused a broom to fly out and smack him in the face. While dazed (and a little bloody), he was still willing to press on, but the ever present threat of traps made them wary. There would be a distinct lack of trip mines, but some quick lighting here and there from Mesmer revealed other dangers; a few pit traps, flying paint cans, and the like. For now, it seemed to be smooth sailing...

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"Think I have eyes on that group. Looks like one of them is hurt."

Mark let loose a round, eliminating yet another student before looking up at Kanjo's body cam. "Seems about right. Remember, no mercy."

"...Whatever..."

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As the group passed by small building the wall for it would explode, a figure leaping through with a pair of ethereal hammers in their hands. The group would be split in half, Mash and Carpenter on one side and Michael and Mesmer on the other. They had been found!

Samaritan