[center][h2]Kitsune [/h2][/center] Her elbow caught the underside of the thugs chin and his head snapped backwards. He recovered quickly and moved towards her again, but Kitsune hooked his leg out from under him and sat him on the ground; his dizziness caught up to him and he didn’t try to get up again after that, apparently accepting his defeat. It was a quieter night than the one before, but the abductors were still out and looking for prey. Word had spread apparently, because there were fewer people on the streets, fewer people for them to grab, but it still took less than an hour for her to stumble across them; another van, the same motley crew of hired muscle in generic dark clothing, two plus a third in the diver seat. Same as before, minus the homeless person being dragged into the back this time; she’d caught them before it got to that point this time, thankfully. All three know lay on the ground, in various states of consciousness, while Kitsune nursed fresh bruises on her arms and cheek; she was pretty sure her mask was cracked. It was harder to fight when you were constraining your movements so as to not pop your stitches. Maybe she should have given it a few more days before doing this again, but even the two days she gave herself to rest was starting to make her itch to do this again. Putting on a mask and walking around at night, getting into fights; it felt… right wasn’t it. Not good either, she wasn’t a thrill seeker and she didn’t enjoy hurting people or getting hurt. It just felt… normal. Routine. The same antsiness she used to feel if she didn’t exercise for a couple days she would now feel if she didn’t do this. She should probably be concerned about that. Would have been, if she didn’t know that a large part of it was just a feeling of responsibility. The first time she had done this she hadn’t been sure it was a good idea or even necessary; how much of a difference could she make, powers or not? How much crime could there really be, that it was worth wandering around at night hoping to run into trouble. A lot, as it turned out. Enough to keep her busy. Enough to make this worthwhile. A few months of this and there were dozens if not hundreds of people out there she could claim to have ‘saved’; people that she had kept from losing their wallets, or more, and all she did was patrol a few blocks a few nights a week. Every time she took a few nights off, [i]needed[/i] to take a few nights off, it felt like a waste of time. How many people would get hurt, because she broke a bone and couldn’t be out there? How many people had been abducted in the past two days? Her ability or willingness to interrogate people hadn’t improved since last time, so she didn’t try. A swift kick saw the man in front of her knocked out for the time being, giving her a chance to search their van and look for… something. Investigating wasn’t her strong suit, but since the run in with Grim the other night it was clear that just beating these guys up wasn’t going to solve anything; she needed to find out who these guys worked for, where they were taking people and then tackle the issue at the source. Or more likely just turn over what she found to the police and let people supposedly more qualified deal with it. It was probably too much to hope for to find a folder with ‘secret plans’ written on it in the glove box, but as she hopped into the passenger seat and began looking around Kitsune was at least expecting to find something with a name or an address written on it. No luck on that front, unfortunately; just some old receipts, a parking ticket, a gun. Nothing useful. Climbing over the gear stick into the driver’s seat, Kitsune reached for the smartphone that was mounted on the dashboard to use as a GPS. It was still on, but wasn’t set to lead anywhere at the moment; opening the saved addresses produced only a single entry and when selected, provided a route that seemed to lead towards the more industrial side of town. A warehouse? ---- Technically speaking, Akeno didn’t have a valid licence for the vehicle she was driving. Although given that the van was also stolen and that she’d just physically assaulted three men and left them on the street, driving without a licence was probably the least illegal thing she would do tonight. The warehouse that the GPS was pointed to was pretty far away and at the cautious pace she was driving it would take her a while to get there. Her plan once she did was just to scope the place out from a distance, wait until she found or saw something incriminating and then call the police with an anonymous tip. Ideally she would call in a hero or two as well, but she didn’t have any way of contacting any that she knew of. Maybe she could look around and see if any of them had an online presence for things like that. Did Grim have social media? He seemed like the type to have social media. Probably ran his own fan sites. She was about halfway there when she saw the smoke. Pulling into the almost empty parking lot, gravel crunching under the tires, she saw the burning building with acrid black smoke pouring out of the broken windows. She couldn’t even tell what the building was for, the sign above the door obscured by flames and smoke, only that whatever it was before didn’t matter; the building was done for. Opening the door she hopped out and approached the only other people she could see; an elderly Asian woman and a younger woman bleeding out on the pavement. “Hey! What happened here?”