Dominick
The verbal command registered in the tinker tech powered mind of the zombie. It adjusted itself, wrapping its arms completely around the now dead drug dealer. In the meantime the two girls looked utterly terrified. One of them was completely unable to move whist the other raised a meek hand pointing over to the corner of the room.

If she turned to look Diabolist would see a small table with a pile of cash and another pile of small bags containing various different powders. It was a safe assumption these were drugs of some variety. That wasn't the only thing that caught her attention. To the right of the table was a piece of cloth hanging from what was now clearly a door frame.
Kyle
Diabolist turned to look at the girls and felt her heart get ripped in half. This wasn't what she'd wanted. How had things gone so spectacularly wrong in a single instant?

"I-I'm sorry. Please don't be scared. I'm... I'm a Hero. I'm here to help. I just... Sorry. Sorry.."

She turned away, knowing it was fruitless. What sort of Hero would have her 'partner' rip someone's throat out with their teeth? What sort of Hero would demand money?

Feeling like her head was stuffed full of cotton, she moved on autopilot and watched as her hands quickly placed all of the cash into the bag. After another moments pause, she shoved the drugs in as well. Not for her, and not even to sell— she'd burn it all later. The city didn't need it.

Then, she noticed the door. What...?

She moved to see what was behind it, still feeling the pressure of time against her.
Dominick
The girl who had managed to point seemed to struggle for a moment before finally uttering a few shaky words in response.

*"Y-You don't look like one.."*

As Diabolist turned away and began to shove everything into the bag the girl stood up and grabbed the other girl before running out. A few seconds later a scream could be heard as they reached the apex of the outside stairs.

Diabolist would continue towards the hanging cloth and look inside. When she did it became apparent this was no mere drug den. This was a drug lab. Laid out on several steel tables was piles of equipment used in the manufacture of a variety of drugs. Along with the equipment there was what amounted to several kilo's of a variety of drugs at minimum.
Kyle
*I know...*

It was the thing Mika *Didn't* Say as she watched the girls leave. The words hurt her far more than her stupid mask could ever show. She would have kil—... Given *Anything* For a better outfit right now. Her stupid all black get-up was the bets she could do without professional levels of money. It was one reason why she was *Here* After all...

Then, she realized what this place really was.

"Fuck..."

This was awful. Nothing was going the way she'd wanted it to, now more than ever. She glanced around the room full of drugs, sighed heavily, then began packing all of the most expensive-looking equipment into her bags, followed by the actual kilo's of drugs, making sure to prioritize things that looked like they could be legally sold first.

Then... Well... It was time to go. She'd done enough, here.

She made to leave.
Dominick
Diabolist began to pack away everything she could find. For about five minutes she searched the area taking the equipment and drugs until she heard the sound of sirens in the distance, the ambulance. With everything she could find packed away she and her undead companion exited the den and fled the area.

The next day the East London Gazette mentioned the discovery of a drug operation in the slums that had apparently been raided by a rival gang. According to sources a man and a woman entered the drug den with baseball bats and devastated the gang members. Two survivors are quoted as saying the following.

*"They came in dressed up so their body was concealed. .... They were villains with how violent and aggressive they were ... "*

When Mika went through her haul she would find she had the following;

£400 in cash

£1000 worth of chemistry Equipment
1 Corpse
Kyle
*Jesus Christ that's a lot of drugs...*

Mika bit her lip and frowned down at the veritable *Pile* Of hard drugs. She knew it was worth a lot, of course. Not like she was gonna sell it though, of course. She wasn't going to contribute to the problem... Intentionally, at least. No.

She clicked a pen in her right hand a few times, then began to write.

My name is Diabolist. I'm trying to be a Hero. It's a lot harder than I thought it'd be.

I don't want these. Please dispose of them. I don't know how to. I need money quite badly for my power, so if you could discretely organize that I'd appreciate it, but no worries if you can't, or don't want to. I'd understand if you didn't.

I'm not a bad person. I'm just trying my best.

-D

Once it was late enough that she felt she wouldn't get caught, she dropped the package— letter attached— off on the doorstep of Vanguard HQ whilst wearing her costume. She'd sensibly decided to leave her creation back at home with her new... Materials.

The cash and chemistry equipment, though— *That* She kept. It wasn't enough... Not nearly.
Teodoro
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