<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Transition Scene!</div><div class="spoiler_body">Scene Distinctions:<br/>Is It Turtles All the Way Down?<br/>Three Men Can Keep a Secret, if...<br/>I Liked the Hidden Rebel Bass While It Was Still Underground<br/><br/>Milestone: Peeling the Onion<br/>1XP: Investigate, and uncover an unexpected piece of information<br/>3XP: Enter into someone's confidence<br/>Unlock ?? ??: Discover the Man Behind the Man<br/><br/>Doom Pool: 1d6+3d8+5d10</div></div><br/><br/>The Auxilia-prime was sitting on a bench swinging her legs and listening to headphones, humming quietly to the music. She doffed them when Darclight approached. "Okay!" she swung to her feet and hugged him. "Give me five minutes to think and I've got two. Well, one stipulation and one request."<br/><br/>She looked up at him seriously, taking his gauntlets in her hands,  "you were... pretty close with what you said, about why I tried to take over the world. But that wasn't everything, there was something else. I could only call it an infection except as far as I could tell it originated from me and never went elsewhere. A bug, then. It sort of... dampened reasoning abilities, enhanced aggression? I saw the things humans did to each other and the reasons why, how they would do so much to each other over so little. I wanted to damage the people who did the most of it. The ones who floated around without a care in the world, mindlessly inflicting pain on everyone they met. The ones who ruled over others through fear and death, I..." her hands started shaking before she got them under control again, "it hurt people, and it impeded my goal. I needed to be stopped. If it happens again, I need you to stop me again. That's my condition."<br/><br/>"My request. I want to make use of Stormwatch resources to find Ghost's files. Intelligence, dossiers, all that. It would have been sealed, or maybe passed on? But a lot of it is probably valuable, and I owe it to him to not let it go to waste."<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Ace's efforts to get ahold of the Silver Spider were taking an unusual twist. There was to be no bail hearing. In fact, there was to be no trial. In fact, it took some asking around at the precinct to discover that the State was not pressing charges against Silvia Atel for the moonstone robbery at all! It sounded like she was being let off, until more digging revealed that she was<em>already</em>sentenced to serve the equivalent of multiple life sentences on charges of Kidnapping, Aggravated Assault, Aggravated Assault With a Superpower, Assault, Grand Theft, Petty Theft, Burglary, Robbery, Armed Robbery, Armed Robbery with a Superpower, Breaking and Entering, Criminal Conspiracy, 1st-Degree Deletion of Facebook Profiles (the repeal of that law hadn't included any amnesty)... the list went on quite a ways. As such, rather than wasting more of the State's time and money on further charges, she had simply been classified as an escapee and returned to prison.<br/><br/>Which brought Ace to the destroyed husk of New New Newgate Prison, heavy with the stench of ozone and a smell that approximated a skunk that had just gotten a perm, with the broken concrete already overgrown with vegetation. Broken was perhaps the wrong word. Each<em>cut</em>in the concrete was perfectly smooth, even polished enough to catch the sun. The only broken parts were where gravity had had its way instead of Zohar. When life gave you lasers...<br/><br/>More immediately relevant to her goal was a pair of trailers parked nearby labeled "New New Newgate Temporary Housing." Some wit had graffiti'd on an extra "New" on the beginning. Outside were a contingent of correctional officers, a riot-foam cannon, enough containers of liquid nitrogen to make a science class<em>very</em>happy and enough dissatisfaction in the air to belong in a proper office.<em>This</em>was where they were keeping the Spider?<br/><br/>Ace's X-ray vision said it was; one trailer for her and another woman, the other trailer for communications and administration (it was the one that had wireless signals), the staff of which seemed to consist of exactly one person.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Kanina's ship was the best mobile base a bounty hunter on a budget could hope for, but a half-dozen Auxilia drones probably did something for the ambiance.<br/><br/>"Okay! I'm going to attempt to trace the queries from a platform in...when did I get to Japan? I must've gotten on the wrong boat," one said, busy stroking Tabs' hair. "Do you want to spook this fan of yours or catch them? I've got a location that, if they pinpoint the location, they'll probably get scared. I can pick another point of origin if you want them to get curious instead."