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A report came in declaring the kidnapping of a young boy from District 6, one many in the Hero League suspected will be left upturned due to District 6 being directly designated a Combat Zone. Hearing of this, even the devout hero Owl Man doubted the likelihood even one such as he could successfully find and save the kid without immediately put them both in danger.

Despite this, being one for dangerous adventure, Slinky had delves off the beaten path to gather information off record, using her abilities to ease-drop on the descendants of that Combat Zone from the perches of lampposts and billboards alike. While no mention of the boy came up in the softer parts of the war tone streets, in the back alleys men who's lives are measured in days yap away about an outside corporation reaching out to them and offering a better life before being drowned out by cries of insanity at the idea corps care about them. This was an interesting tid bit that allowed Senna to eventually bribe a info broker out of costume for further details. From what they said, this corp was posing as a militia recruitment program but really seemed to be a front for something darker. According to him, they recruit from all ages and sometimes force it upon those who can't fight back. A scowl ran across Senna's face. This smelled of R&D's doing.

In costume, Senna located members of this organization and eventually was able to track them down to an apartment complex high floor. Stretching along the building's shadowy side, she managed to tightly prop herself just between the windows of two floors, stalking like a snake as she listened to the kidnapper's room. Among the voices she heard the kid along side several other likely kidnappers. Before making her grand entrance she conjured from her body pouch a few smoke bombs. Slumping off the side of the building, Senna elongated to eye level with the window, staying out of site as she located and unlocked the window's latch. In quick succession, she activated her mask's thermal lens before throwing the smoke bombs through the opened window, re-manifesting her body as a tightly wound serpent, slithering threw the window. She quickly spotted 4 kidnappers, 2 in the living room, 1 in the bathroom, and 1 in the bedroom with the kid tied up on the bed. Using snake moment to carry herself across the carpet of the living room, Senna struck like a king cobra, coiling the first two in the smoky confusion until they dropped unconscious. Once the pacified guards hit the floor, Senna hide along the adjacent wall to the bedroom, filled with tacky apartment art, waiting to pounce on the first kidnapper to come through.

Unexpectedly a barge of slugs pierced through the shallow apartment walls, sending a surge of physical pain across Senna's torso. Looking back she saw most of the slugs had mostly grazed her, but a lucky few ripped through the spandex suit into her skin, thankfully showing only signs of bruising. While her polymer skin did provide a level of protection from weapon fire and blunt objects, a direct shot or stab still could leave her in a world of hurt that she frankly wasn't prepared to handle. Seeing as the remaining kidnappers wished to just take potshots at the wall, Senna sought cover around some sofas. When the guards came to investigate they did not catch wind of her position. Holding her breath, Senna had curved her body to fit the sofa outline down to even the leg of the comfy seat. When they got close, once again Senna had the advantage. Just as the smoke was beginning to clear, she got a good outline of one guard and designed to go for her safer plan of using her cybernetic palm launchers to shoot her elastic fist at 90 miles an hour square at the man's jawline. It was a *stunning success*, quickly allowing her to disarm her incapacitated new captives and go after the kid.

Reaching the bedroom, Senna needed to break the rope holding the boy down, finding a struggle tearing it off herself, mostly creating a mess with her fingers. She quickly located a shard of glass from one of the guard's stray shots and carefully cut the rope, freeing the boy. While the boy got loud and ecstatic, the forgetful elastic hero just remembered she was missing one kidnapper. This realization hit her like a punch to the face, in this case literally, as she felt a mechanical force punch right through her head, sending her vision blurry as the kid screams in fear. As Senna lapsed temporarily in consciousness, she felt an ache like she's never felt before, eyes popping at the sight of blood on the carpet. Above her reined a being with bright yellow cyborg eyes, speaking into its arm saying "Yep, its 0022, you want me to bring her back home?". What remained of the elastic hero's cognitive motor function let her gather her wits for a quick escape after a sneak attack to debilitate them. She stretched her right arm out of the view of this foe, slowly coiling around them before striking like a viper, folding her hands into nominally sharp points to thrash like a cat-of-nine. The sound of the whip like strike paled in comparison to the sound of rushing fire spouting form the open folds of the mechanical being's body, singeing Senna's stretched out arm and sending her to preemptively coil into a snake and midair dive out of the way. All around them the spout of fire began to burn the old building and break through the damaged wall into the adjacent rooms. A major panic being to occur across the floor as outdated sprinklers failed to stop the blaze. Using the same palm launcher, Senna quickly retracted her arm and used it to grab the young boy, telling him to hold on tight as Senna used all her strands to burst her long body through the opening of the outside window moments before it was set ablaze by a monstrous being in hot pursuit.

Description
A report came in declaring the kidnapping of a young boy from District 6, one many in the Hero League suspected will be left upturned due to District 6 being directly designated a Combat Zone. Hearing of this, even the devout hero Owl Man doubted the likelihood even one such as he could successfully find and save the kid without immediately put them both in danger.

Despite this, being one for dangerous adventure, Slinky had delves off the beaten path to gather information off record, using her abilities to ease-drop on the descendants of that Combat Zone from the perches of lampposts and billboards alike. While no mention of the boy came up in the softer parts of the war tone streets, in the back alleys men who's lives are measured in days yap away about an outside corporation reaching out to them and offering a better life before being drowned out by cries of insanity at the idea corps care about them. This was an interesting tid bit that allowed Senna to eventually bribe a info broker out of costume for further details. From what they said, this corp was posing as a militia recruitment program but really seemed to be a front for something darker. According to him, they recruit from all ages and sometimes force it upon those who can't fight back. A scowl ran across Senna's face. This smelled of R&D's doing.

In costume, Senna located members of this organization and eventually was able to track them down to an apartment complex high floor. Stretching along the building's shadowy side, she managed to tightly prop herself just between the windows of two floors, stalking like a snake as she listened to the kidnapper's room. Among the voices she heard the kid along side several other likely kidnappers. Before making her grand entrance she conjured from her body pouch a few smoke bombs. Slumping off the side of the building, Senna elongated to eye level with the window, staying out of site as she located and unlocked the window's latch. In quick succession, she activated her mask's thermal lens before throwing the smoke bombs through the opened window, re-manifesting her body as a tightly wound serpent, slithering threw the window. She quickly spotted 4 kidnappers, 2 in the living room, 1 in the bathroom, and 1 in the bedroom with the kid tied up on the bed. Using snake moment to carry herself across the carpet of the living room, Senna struck like a king cobra, coiling the first two in the smoky confusion until they dropped unconscious. Once the pacified guards hit the floor, Senna hide along the adjacent wall to the bedroom, filled with tacky apartment art, waiting to pounce on the first kidnapper to come through.

Unexpectedly a barge of slugs pierced through the shallow apartment walls, sending a surge of physical pain across Senna's torso. Looking back she saw most of the slugs had mostly grazed her, but a lucky few ripped through the spandex suit into her skin, thankfully showing only signs of bruising. While her polymer skin did provide a level of protection from weapon fire and blunt objects, a direct shot or stab still could leave her in a world of hurt that she frankly wasn't prepared to handle. Seeing as the remaining kidnappers wished to just take potshots at the wall, Senna sought cover around some sofas. When the guards came to investigate they did not catch wind of her position. Holding her breath, Senna had curved her body to fit the sofa outline down to even the leg of the comfy seat. When they got close, once again Senna had the advantage. Just as the smoke was beginning to clear, she got a good outline of one guard and designed to go for her safer plan of using her cybernetic palm launchers to shoot her elastic fist at 90 miles an hour square at the man's jawline. It was a *stunning success*, quickly allowing her to disarm her incapacitated new captives and go after the kid.

Reaching the bedroom, Senna needed to break the rope holding the boy down, finding a struggle tearing it off herself, mostly creating a mess with her fingers. She quickly located a shard of glass from one of the guard's stray shots and carefully cut the rope, freeing the boy. While the boy got loud and ecstatic, the forgetful elastic hero just remembered she was missing one kidnapper. This realization hit her like a punch to the face, in this case literally, as she felt a mechanical force punch right through her head, sending her vision blurry as the kid screams in fear. As Senna lapsed temporarily in consciousness, she felt an ache like she's never felt before, eyes popping at the sight of blood on the carpet. Above her reined a being with bright yellow cyborg eyes, speaking into its arm saying "Yep, its 0022, you want me to bring her back home?". What remained of the elastic hero's cognitive motor function let her gather her wits for a quick escape after a sneak attack to debilitate them. She stretched her right arm out of the view of this foe, slowly coiling around them before striking like a viper, folding her hands into nominally sharp points to thrash like a cat-of-nine. The sound of the whip like strike paled in comparison to the sound of rushing fire spouting form the open folds of the mechanical being's body, singeing Senna's stretched out arm and sending her to preemptively coil into a snake and midair dive out of the way. All around them the spout of fire began to burn the old building and break through the damaged wall into the adjacent rooms. A major panic being to occur across the floor as outdated sprinklers failed to stop the blaze. Using the same palm launcher, Senna quickly retracted her arm and used it to grab the young boy, telling him to hold on tight as Senna used all her strands to burst her long body through the opening of the outside window moments before it was set ablaze by a monstrous being in hot pursuit.