[center][h2]Kitsune[/h2][/center]

Does it matter?

Does it [i]matter[/i]?

They were dealing with an organised clandestine group seemingly with a vast amount of resources that allowed them to kidnap experiment on and give [i]superpowers[/i] and jetpacks to dozens of people [i]that they knew of[/i]. They were approached by a man who gave no explanation - actually, scratch that – a very confusing and disjointed explanation of who he was, admitted that he was part of whatever experimentation these monsters were doing and expected them to just trust that he was not trying to lead them into a trap or was actually still working for these people in order to earn his freedom, same as every other person running around tonight.

No, really it was fine, just get in the back of the car with the stranger who said he died and came back to life twice and had a superhero girlfriend and let him take you to somewhere.

She still got in the fucking taxi though.

What other choice did she have at this point?

Kitsune was silent during the short trip to the pain clinic and it seemed like Joel wasn’t going to say anything either. It wasn’t until they arrived and stepped out the car that either of them said anything, with the stranger laying out a very basic plan of approach. She wasn’t entirely sold on the idea of letting this person out of her sight when he still might turn around and betray them, but she wasn’t sure going with him would end any better for her. All she could do is stick with Bouncer and hope that between them they could deal with whatever they ran in to.

The girl was sort of bulletproof after all. They could probably handle themselves.

“Alright, fine. Let’s get started.”