[center][h2][color=orangered]Cassidy Hendricks[/color] - Some Alleyway[/h2][/center]

After taking the bottle from Macavity's hands she stood still for a moment. A brief respite to see if this cape really wasn't going to do anything to her. But it appeared that he was staying true to his word and that he meant no harm to her. It was still a strange encounter but he seemed genuine to Cassidy. Or at least he seemed like he wouldn't immediately throw her under the bus. After all he did declare himself a thief and he had a strange way of talking. [b][color=orangered]"Thanks..."[/color][/b] With that she sat down against the nearby wall of the alley, opening the Gatorade bottle and chugging it down as if her life depended on it. The drink wasn't exactly cold but it wasn't warm either, making it easy to empty the entire bottle over the course of several seconds. She was definitely thirsty.

Cassidy let out a sigh of relief after she finished her drink, using her left sleeve to wipe her lips of the remaining juice that didn't quite make it into her mouth. It felt good nonetheless and she was surprisingly effective at avoiding any spills despite her speed. But with that out of the way she looked back up to Macavity. Or more specifically: at the sandwich and muffin he was still holding. Now that she sat down she couldn't just snatch them from his hands again, due to limited reach, but instead she held out her free hand towards him. It was petty and desperate and normally she would feel ashamed but this wasn't a normal circumstance. [b][color=orangered]"I'm not even sure what situation I'm in right now,"[/color][/b] she finally confessed. [b][color=orangered]"I was kidnapped by those people. All I remember was that someone hit me in the back of the head with something heavy, back in Chicago. Then I woke up inside some... thing. They put me in a box and put the box in a truck. I must've been in it for days..."[/color][/b] For some reason she was beginning to feel more and more trust towards Macavity. Perhaps because he was the first cape she ever met and he was being overtly friendly. Perhaps because she felt there wasn't much she had to lose from her current position.

[b][color=orangered]"They were moving the box I was in and I felt it get lifted up by a forklift. Something inside me told me it was 'now or never' and I started throwing my weight around. It worked, I broke the thing holding me and now I'm here..."[/color][/b] Cassidy lowered her arm now, letting it rest against her knee as she took a quick look around the alley. [b][color=orangered]"I don't even know where [i]here[/i] is... Where am I, anyways? Oh! Do you have a phone I can borrow too?"[/color][/b] It had occurred to Cassidy that her family must be worried sick about her. Of course she also wanted to call the police but considering that she appeared to be safe right now it wasn't such a pressing matter. Also wouldn't help that she had no idea where she was even at so it'd be difficult to explain her location. Just as she was about to say something more a white van drove down the street next to the alleyway, entirely distracting Cassidy and causing her to freeze in fear from the noise of the passing engine. But, despite the fact she and Macavity were in the open, it seemed that whoever drove by didn't notice. Of course she was also being paranoid. Odds were the van had nothing to do with the people who kidnapped her. But presently it seemed the only friend she was going to have for the near future was a parahuman cat burglar.

With the vehicle gone and no longer audible, the young girl let out a sigh. [b][color=orangered]"I never wanted to be here, ya know. In the whole parahuman scene. I don't know how I was discovered by these people... but I have a sinking feeling that my life is ruined. As if everything has changed now, ya know? I don't like it..."[/color][/b] Now that Cassidy had been calming down and her adrenaline was running out she realized something: she had to use the restroom. Of course this would be far too embarrassing to ask of Macavity to help her find one right now, but now her sense of urgency that she had just escaped from began to return. Of course she would just appear anxious by all outward appearances but now Cassidy had the mental note of wanting to hurry up with eating here and then moving on from this back alley to somewhere more convenient.

[center][h2][color=skyblue]Sonika[/color] - Warehouse[/h2][/center]

The flight over Denver was both expedient and uneventful. Sonika could finally breathe again as she slowed down to safe speeds, approaching the Russian warehouse from above and landing gracefully right outside the back door. Without any further ado she slammed the door open, which echoed across the warehouse and caught the attention of everyone inside. The conversations and actions taking place were temporarily put on hold as the supervillain trotted across the warehouse floor. [b][color=skyblue]"Nicholas,"[/color][/b] she demanded with a stern voice, continuing her path towards the scene of the crime. The man she called for arrived at her side as soon as she reached the broken containment pod. The broken splinters of the crate had already been cleaned up but the pod hadn't been moved yet. 

[b][color=teal]"I already have the papers for it. The product was definitely parahuman."[/color][/b] He handed over a few pieces of paper that had been stapled together. The front page was a standard shipping paper containing things like the weight, dimensions, and some fake information about the contents. The pages afterwards were from the Bratva's personal business, detailing the real contents of the box. Sonika took a moment to glance over it briefly. The subject was a teen girl from Chicago. Her power wasn't expressly detailed but noted to be able to make people think that time had stopped. This explained how she was able to escape undetected once the containment pod had broken. According to the papers the men who obtained her had also tied up any loose ends involving her, so to speak. There was no family or friends for her to go to now. This narrowed it down a bit. 

[b][color=skyblue]"She might go to the police,"[/color][/b] Sonika noted aloud, handing the papers back to the middle-aged man. [b][color=skyblue]"Burn the security camera tapes and get your alibis ready. I will see if I can find the girl before she gets too far away. Others are already on the road searching. Continue your operations and get that truck out of here as quickly as possible. We will call San Francisco and let them know that one of them escaped and we will get it to them with the next shipment. Do not talk about this to anyone who does not need to know, got it?"[/color][/b] Her tone was commanding and harsh, intimidating to say the least. The man named Nicholas nodded his head in understanding. [b][color=skyblue]"Good."[/color][/b] With that she began walking away. As quickly as Sonika had arrived she was already leaving. Once outside she took off into the air again. This time, however, she refrained from going high speed. Instead she flew quite low, being just barely above the rooftops of the factories and warehouses of the area. She also kept her speed similar to that of any cars that drove below, going about forty miles-per-hour at the most. This allowed her to breathe while she was flying without going too slow. But more importantly it allowed her to [i]search[/i].

Nobody knew exactly how far she could've gotten because everyone's sense of time had been thrown off with the girl's great escape. But Sonika figured she had to be within a five minute run from the warehouse about now. She didn't even bother checking the nearest alleyways and roads as surely other people would check closer to their center of operations. She went straight towards the outskirts of the district and began searching from there. Unfortunately for Sonika she had unwittingly passed over her target, whom was invisible anyways even if the supervillain had looked down. Her senses of the air current couldn't pick up Macavity or Cassidy thanks to his power and as such she flew right overhead. It was unlikely the pair in the alley even noticed her go by, just as she failed to notice them. A bitter irony that Sonika would later regret.