Katie's face was a sight, she was calm and smiled every now and then, and yet she had blood on her brow. It wasn't hers, it was this politician's, she was trying to stop the bleeding from the gunshot wound. She had mopped her brow casually without thinking about it, she did not look all that worried for this man's life, which looked odd. She wasn't quite in the moment, she knew what to do to try and save his life, but she had a disconnect with what was going on. Her intellect was in it but not completely her mind, eventually the paramedics came and took over, she walked away without a care, her case and bag both swinging by her side. However half-way home, she realised all that had just happened, and she started crying, because that experience brought watching her son die in the hospital all back to her again. Katie could often get like this, going from distantly happy and at peace for no reason, to breaking down in depression. She just sat there in an alleyway hugging her knees letting the tears out. She would be back in order soon, then she could get back to her task, she was usually better if she had something to keep her busy.<br/><br/>--------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Afterthought replied to Sarah's message surprisingly fast. He also moved the conversation off the open board and was now in a private channel with the three of them. "Ah, then perhaps you would like to add to our most recent discussion. Human trafficking, it's ties are all around this city, but what MICA finds most upsetting is the lack of it's acceptance. However, as I see it, a contagion made public only affects more people. Meaning that if it were to come to light, it would only end up hurting a lot of people in an attempt to deal with this cancer. I work off math and science, if you try to remove something with force, there is an equal and opposite reaction. Which would mean more problems with more human casualties, that adds to the problem you are trying to decrease and ends in a void difference. A concise strike at the source of this disease would be required, what is this source? That I would say is the system, if the system allows for human trafficking to exist, then you must change the system to one that does not. What I mean to say is that you can try to get rid of a problem all you want, but if you don't stop what allows the problem to keep coming back, you will never be rid of it. What do you think RMC, am I just crazy?"<br/><br/>A.t. was testing the waters with RMC, trying to figure her out, which was not really his expertise. A.t. was mainly wanting her to talk so that Katie could get a feel for her, she was much better with seeing people's intentions. Afterthought really was mostly math and science, A.t. could calculate risks, could even know of what was right to do and what wasn't based on what would provide the best results. But humans confused A.t., they were counterproductive and A.t. could never understand which ones were, in their opinion, sane or insane. Humans that hurt other humans for monetary gain or to be seen as better than others were insane, that made no logical sense to A.t. Money was paper, it was an idea, it could do nothing except with what power you gave it. Human's could be happy from so many things and yet they pursued these useless ideas like being better than another of the same species. Together humans could do great things, so working and thriving together was what they should strive for. A greater end result was all that Afterthought was after.<br/>________________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/>Brian grabbed a man's face with his metallic arm and smashed the back of his head against the wall. Blood splattered against the wall, his skull cracking, he went limp, falling over dead. Brian was seething mad, he had caught two man trying to rape a nameless girl. The other man was running, which wasn't going to help him. He could use Expeller, just point it at the man and turn it on high. Instead he pulled out a pistol and shot him in the head, the girl squeaked in surprise. He then turned to her, she was cowering on the floor of the alleyway, trying to cover herself up as they had tried ripping her clothes off of her.<br/><br/>He helped her up with his real arm and then pulled some money out of his pocket and handed it to her. "Get yourself some food and some clothes, wear this until you do." He took off his shiry and handed it to her as well. Brian still gave off this air of intensity, like he was ready to jump into action at any moment. The girl was a little shaken from this intimidating man just taking down these two thugs, but she couldn't go without thanking him. "Th-thank you, Mr...?" He began walking away, then turned his head to the side as he said. "They call me Baal." He then jumped up and grabbed the railing of a fire escape with his robot arm. He pulled himself up nimbly and then jumped to another higher up fire escape, continuing to go up. The girl just stared at him go in awe, she thought he was incredibly badass, she would be talking about Baal for as long as she lived.<br/><br/>He smiled, it was nice to actually do some good in the now rather than just some ambiguous long-term plan to do good. Brian wasn't out for any real reason, he had just been restless and decided he needed the fresh air. Which to him meant jumping between buildings, and yes, even the occasional fight. It's not like he went around trying to be a hero, but he was not one to just stand-by and watch someone need help. He kept going forward and up, eventually getting very high. He took another break, sitting down and rested his hands on his knees as he caught his breath, he then stood up and stretched for a moment before going into a sprint across the roofs of these 60 story buildings, the winding biting at his shirtless chest. He jumped down to lower buildings and eventually back up as he needed to. The wind bit at his shirtless chest as he ran at top speed, this fresh air was turning into a real work out, which was good with him.<br/><br/>Being up here was pretty nice since almost no one ever came up to the roofs. He was taking a pretty roundabout way to get to his place. He then was surprised to see a girl dangling her feet off the edge of the building. Her back was to him, he didn’t stop and in fact turned so that he’d come up upon her. He was pretty relaxed and carefree from all the athletics, so he figured he’d have some fun. He increased his speed, gauged the gap between her building and the one in front of it. He jumped to her building, kept going towards her not slowing down. He then leaped over her, spun in midair and landed on the building in front of her. He stood there with a slight smirk on his face, his muscles rippling and shimmering from the sweat. “You should be careful up here you know, it’s quite a fall down.”<br/><br/>He looked her up and down, she was pretty, with a rugged look, he thought she might be nameless. Which meant getting up here would have been tough, as he didn’t see how she could have access to stairs to get up here. Brian had a really nice pair of pants on, not something a nameless could possibly have. Since he had no goal in being out wearing his more ragged looking armor and cloak was pointless. However he did also have some tattoos on his chest that a higher up family named man would not normally have unless he used to be from lesser standing. He spoke casually. “I do have to say malady, if you got up here the way I just did, I’m impressed, it isn’t exactly as easy as a jog to the mall to get here. It is a nice place to be if you can, you can feel truly free up here. Or maybe I just like the exhilaration and the amount of effort it takes to get around. Baal has to stay in shape after all.” He chuckled slightly, then looked nonchalantly at her. “Anyway, do you have a name or should I just make one up?” The day had been a good one so far, and his good mood showed.