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om_mainOn the way to the ransom meeting, Sarah explains a bit more about herself, and how the situation came to be. Noriko takes it all in, and tells Sarah how they're going to be doing the rescue, before they get down to business.
The deep tunnels that Marrow guided Surge to weren't like any sewer; they were dark, deep tunnels that looked a lot like a subway that hadn't been used in ages. The climb down was long, but Sarah wasn't bothered by it; she had made this climb a couple of times just today, in fact.
And hopefully she'd be making it again a few times, with some kids in tow. Living, healthy kids. Not dead ones. That was the hope.
"It started when we moved down here during the winter, to keep out of the cold," Marrow explained to Surge, as she led the way. "Marauders were here first. They didn't like us being here. Some fights broke out. A couple of kids got sent into the ER. But nobody's died. Not yet. But we should be careful, down here." There were probably groups of Marauders around, and they'd be more than willing to pick on a couple of lone wanderers down here.
Noriko nodded her approval, her attention split between their surroundings and the kid. What could she say? There was still the possibility that Marrow was leading her into a trap, and Callisto's waiting arms (and knives). "When did you move into the tunnels?"
"December. It's been here-and-there. But it started escalating more recently. That's when the whole ER thing happened, and stuff. Kid almost died. He was a mess..." She sounded pissed about it, for certain. And that's because she was. Fortunately, she was facing away from Noriko; her chin had a cloven bone protrusion, and a ridge of bone rose above her brows, complete with spikes. She closed her eyes for a moment and forced it down.
"What can you tell me about the Marauders?" Noriko knew some stuff, sure, but Marrow had been on the ground this entire time; chances were she would know more.
"They're a gang," she began. "They're mean, they're territorial, and they're violent. Some of them have guns. But not a lot of them. Their leaders got fancy names, like Riptide, or Arclight. And they don't like mutants, neither. I think the Marauders figured out that Callisto, and some of her kids, are mutants. I think maybe that's why they've been hitting us heavier, lately."
Or maybe Noriko knew more than Marrow did. It wouldn't have been right holding back the intel, not given where they were headed. "Some of them, if not all of them, are mutants," she replied, and thought back to the reports she had read. "And dangerous. I bet they just don't like the competition."
"You serious?" Marrow asked, looking over her shoulder, briefly, at Surge. "The rank-and-file gangers are totally regular guys, though. I should know," she said, angrily, sharp, short blades of bone erupting in a trio on each cheek, a reflection of her anger. "They're just young punk kids. Or are you talking about the higher ups? The ones with the fancy names," she clarified. "'Cause that would make more sense, from some of the shit I've heard. But I have no idea what these guys are capable of. It's one of the reasons I wanted help."
"Creed's got super senses, strength, and a healing factor," Noriko stated. The girl might need to know this. Probably would, actually. "One of them shoots superspeed bone spikes out of his skin. Another can create earthquakes. And there's the one who can disrupt your morphology if he touches you." Midnighter's reports had been a lot more detailed than that, but the gist of it would be enough. She paused, then asked, "How does your mutation work?"
"Morphowhatogy?" Sarah asked, raising an eyebrow and looking at Surge, but she looked away when questioned about her mutation. "I don't know. I just think about what I want and things happen." She held out a hand, palm up, and the skin opened in her palm, a thick blade of bone pushing out from the wound, which rapidly closed as the full-sized bone knife fell into her grip. "Like that," she said.
"How good are you in a fight?" Noriko asked, hoping to get a real answer rather than some bravado. She hoped Scott would get here in time, but if he didn't, she wanted to be ready to intervene anyway.
"I can handle myself," she said, her tone matter-of-fact. She tossed a grin back to Surge. "Stories about you true enough? About how you can kick ass with the best of 'em?" she asked.
"If the stories say I'm dangerous, then they're right," Noriko replied, no-nonsense about it. It wasn't something to be proud of, especially not given the circumstances of the stories circulating about her. Apart from her last encounter with Callisto (don't think about Philip don't think about Philip), all of them dated back to a time she had been dangerous because she couldn't control herself. Now she was a different kind of dangerous, controlled and sharp.
"Hot," Marrow replied, grinning widely at Surge. "Just a heads up, though. Got Marauders ahead. About four or five from the sound of it. Lookouts, I think. Probably making sure we got the money." They didn't, of course. "They aren't going to like that we don't have the money." Marrow did sound pretty excited about that, though.
Noriko glanced at her with a frown at how excited she sounded; that didn't bode well. She liked it when people took shit like that seriously. She checked the time on her phone and put it back in her pocket; there would be no waiting for back-up. "No kills," she warned Marrow, Marrow with her bone knife. "Not unless you have no choice."
Marrow held out her other hand, a smallish club forming in her hand there, made out of bone. "Yeah, don't worry. I'm not one for pickin' up homicide charges," she said, dismissively. "Come on. Let's hit 'em hard and fast, and get the kids back. It's gotta be close to the deadline."
The deep tunnels that Marrow guided Surge to weren't like any sewer; they were dark, deep tunnels that looked a lot like a subway that hadn't been used in ages. The climb down was long, but Sarah wasn't bothered by it; she had made this climb a couple of times just today, in fact.
And hopefully she'd be making it again a few times, with some kids in tow. Living, healthy kids. Not dead ones. That was the hope.
"It started when we moved down here during the winter, to keep out of the cold," Marrow explained to Surge, as she led the way. "Marauders were here first. They didn't like us being here. Some fights broke out. A couple of kids got sent into the ER. But nobody's died. Not yet. But we should be careful, down here." There were probably groups of Marauders around, and they'd be more than willing to pick on a couple of lone wanderers down here.
Noriko nodded her approval, her attention split between their surroundings and the kid. What could she say? There was still the possibility that Marrow was leading her into a trap, and Callisto's waiting arms (and knives). "When did you move into the tunnels?"
"December. It's been here-and-there. But it started escalating more recently. That's when the whole ER thing happened, and stuff. Kid almost died. He was a mess..." She sounded pissed about it, for certain. And that's because she was. Fortunately, she was facing away from Noriko; her chin had a cloven bone protrusion, and a ridge of bone rose above her brows, complete with spikes. She closed her eyes for a moment and forced it down.
"What can you tell me about the Marauders?" Noriko knew some stuff, sure, but Marrow had been on the ground this entire time; chances were she would know more.
"They're a gang," she began. "They're mean, they're territorial, and they're violent. Some of them have guns. But not a lot of them. Their leaders got fancy names, like Riptide, or Arclight. And they don't like mutants, neither. I think the Marauders figured out that Callisto, and some of her kids, are mutants. I think maybe that's why they've been hitting us heavier, lately."
Or maybe Noriko knew more than Marrow did. It wouldn't have been right holding back the intel, not given where they were headed. "Some of them, if not all of them, are mutants," she replied, and thought back to the reports she had read. "And dangerous. I bet they just don't like the competition."
"You serious?" Marrow asked, looking over her shoulder, briefly, at Surge. "The rank-and-file gangers are totally regular guys, though. I should know," she said, angrily, sharp, short blades of bone erupting in a trio on each cheek, a reflection of her anger. "They're just young punk kids. Or are you talking about the higher ups? The ones with the fancy names," she clarified. "'Cause that would make more sense, from some of the shit I've heard. But I have no idea what these guys are capable of. It's one of the reasons I wanted help."
"Creed's got super senses, strength, and a healing factor," Noriko stated. The girl might need to know this. Probably would, actually. "One of them shoots superspeed bone spikes out of his skin. Another can create earthquakes. And there's the one who can disrupt your morphology if he touches you." Midnighter's reports had been a lot more detailed than that, but the gist of it would be enough. She paused, then asked, "How does your mutation work?"
"Morphowhatogy?" Sarah asked, raising an eyebrow and looking at Surge, but she looked away when questioned about her mutation. "I don't know. I just think about what I want and things happen." She held out a hand, palm up, and the skin opened in her palm, a thick blade of bone pushing out from the wound, which rapidly closed as the full-sized bone knife fell into her grip. "Like that," she said.
"How good are you in a fight?" Noriko asked, hoping to get a real answer rather than some bravado. She hoped Scott would get here in time, but if he didn't, she wanted to be ready to intervene anyway.
"I can handle myself," she said, her tone matter-of-fact. She tossed a grin back to Surge. "Stories about you true enough? About how you can kick ass with the best of 'em?" she asked.
"If the stories say I'm dangerous, then they're right," Noriko replied, no-nonsense about it. It wasn't something to be proud of, especially not given the circumstances of the stories circulating about her. Apart from her last encounter with Callisto (don't think about Philip don't think about Philip), all of them dated back to a time she had been dangerous because she couldn't control herself. Now she was a different kind of dangerous, controlled and sharp.
"Hot," Marrow replied, grinning widely at Surge. "Just a heads up, though. Got Marauders ahead. About four or five from the sound of it. Lookouts, I think. Probably making sure we got the money." They didn't, of course. "They aren't going to like that we don't have the money." Marrow did sound pretty excited about that, though.
Noriko glanced at her with a frown at how excited she sounded; that didn't bode well. She liked it when people took shit like that seriously. She checked the time on her phone and put it back in her pocket; there would be no waiting for back-up. "No kills," she warned Marrow, Marrow with her bone knife. "Not unless you have no choice."
Marrow held out her other hand, a smallish club forming in her hand there, made out of bone. "Yeah, don't worry. I'm not one for pickin' up homicide charges," she said, dismissively. "Come on. Let's hit 'em hard and fast, and get the kids back. It's gotta be close to the deadline."
