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Shredder	It's always a struggle in Mutant Town. Sure there's official places mutants can go for help. Sure, there's laws. But laws are only as good as the people who enforce and uphold them. Bigotry is real. The Friends of Humanity and other similarly-minded forces are always on the peripheral for mutants. They are a threat, and a strong majority of mutants don't have a mutation that gives them any significant edge in a fight. They need help.     The lack of proper police patrol in the area also means that crime is rampant. Sometimes even crime amongst mutants themselves. As if it wasn't bad enough that humans keep them down, there's always a few amongst their own community ready to hurt to get ahead. Doesn't help the narrative, either, leaving many of them feeling that they have no one to help them.     The Shredder walks these streets, a team of two elites framing him as he seems to almost want to be seen. He reeks of presence, the kind of person that even without his armor, he would likely still draw attention. Where is he heading? An outreach center with one light that is currently struggling to stay lit at the front. It flickers against his armor as he makes his way to the front door.
Kaida Connolly	Kaida had just finished slipping into said Outreach Center and leaving a small bundle of money where it could be found. She'd stopped a group of jerks from attacking a group of mutants and Kaida has always had a dubious bit of morales when it came to assholes who deserve it. What are they gonna do when the cops show up? Claim that they totally had two hundred bucks between the lot of them and after they were knocked out the small blur that beat them up took it all?     Yeah, after the havoc they caused, the cops are really gonna be all about taking that statement and hunting down the 'tiny blur' that robbed them while they were in the process of assault, battery, and disturbing the peace.     Kaida likes to call it the 'Asshole Tax'.     Now, the Outreach Center has a chance to perhaps replace that light outside along with a little more with that tiny donation. Of course, as she slips out of the place via an open window on the third floor, she blinks as she looks down at the group approaching the front. Literally clinging to the side of the building with one foot and one hand, tiny claws clutching imperfections in the side of the building, she tilts her head, trying to figure out what is going on.
Shredder	The man in the bladed armor opens the door, walking inside as the two elites stand outside. Their garb is certainly unusual. Rice hats, demonic looking Japanese masks that seem to be out of a period of the past. They are dressed in black and red uniforms, silently taking up their post outside the building as their master walks in by himself, into the building three stories below the mouse.
Kaida Connolly	Blinking at the garb and actions, Kaida suddenly zips down the side of the building with incredible speed. She's no speedster (at least not without using up her bursts of speed) but if one has ever seen a mouse run across a floor, imagine that times nearly ten. She's quick.     She ends up landing with the silence a mouse on top of the opened door, balancing there a moment before sliding down the inside of the door as it closes, nearly getting her tail clipped.     She eyes the top of the door with suspicion for a moment before she leaps across the room to a shelf and slides to the wall, flattening herself against the high shelf as she pops up two satelite like ears to listen.
Shredder	"Hi may I-" Stan, the manager at the outreach center stops, taking in the sight of the Shredder. Stan is one of those benign mutancies. He has bright yellow skin, neither a significant physical advantage or disadvantage. "We don't keep any cash on hand," he introduces his defense. The Shredder waves his hand dismissively.     "I am not here to do you harm," he says with a steady voice. "I've been watching this location, and you seem to have a great deal of trouble as of late. I come to offer my assistance."
Kaida Connolly	Squinting at Shredder as he speaks, Kaida looks to Stan carefully. She isn't sure what this is all about at first but she is already thinking she might be able to guess. Of course, one never knows so it is often better to be safe rather than sorry. She moves quickly across the top of the shelf, sliding her scarf up over her lower face as she moves and carefully making sure her sword is ready.     A moment later, she is running up to the ceiling, pushing up a ceiling tile ever so slightly and slipping into the ceiling overhang. Tiny steps take her over the braces and over to roughly above the space between Shredder and Stan, lifting the edge of a tile to peek out, sniffing at Oroku Saki.
Shredder	The mouse goes mostly unnoticed as Shredder continues. "You help people here, but some are interested in destroying your hard work," he tells Stan. "You are not combatants. Indeed it may quite defeat your very purpose to become violent. But the peaceful are always in need of someone to protect that peace. I come to you with a proposal. I employ less peaceful means in most of my operations, not out of desire, but due to its essential nature. I wish to offer you safety and protection against those who threaten you."     "Oh...ok," Stan says apprehensively. "What's the catch?"     "In return, I will make contact with those who come here for help. Those who are interested in work, I will offer them work. And you won't ask questions about the nature of that work."     Stan clearly understands what is happening. "I...I'm not sure about that. We always keep things legal here, and no offense, it sounds like it could bring us under suspicion."     "Let me rephrase," the Shredder answers. "I am going to offer you protection. You are going to facilitate me being able to connect with the mutants that come here for help. None of them will be forced to serve with me. I only desire willing participants." He raises one hand, the tekko nagi claws a little on display. An indication that this can be a friendly arrangement. Or it can be a not-so-friendly arrangement.
Kaida Connolly	"He's making you an offer you cannot refuse." Kaida laughs as if she cared not at all about threats, real or otherwise. The voice comes from directly above the two of them, projecting with a skill of a being who has been small a long time but it is still small. If they look up, they'll see a tiny, large eared ninja standing with toes clinging to one of the braces and one small hand holding up a ceiling tile. She squats there, tail flicking behind her as she looks more directly at Shredder.     "Why is it people always use vinegar when cheese is so much more tempting?" She then casually disappears back into the ceiling, the tile falling back down before another tile pops up rather suddenly, a few tiles down and a small blur of color zips out, fliping over to a shelf and then ricocheting off of it and coming to a halt on the counter beside Stan and Shredder, skidding a couple of feet before coming to an easy stop.
Shredder	The Shredder's head tilts up toward Kaida, watching her disappear, and then shifting his attention to the tile she reappears from. He regards her for a moment, curiosity in his eyes behind the mask. "A unique comparison," he says. "To use the mouse's words, then. Would you rather have cheese or vinegar?" he asks Stan.     "Oh, cheese, definitely cheese," Stan says with some raised hands of surrender to the idea. Shredder for his part, does not seem too terribly concerned with the additional party in the conversation, presuming that perhaps she is one of those who help with the center.
Kaida Connolly	A long sigh escapes Kaida and she squats down and shakes her head. She looks at Stan and then back at Shredder.     "Not the point I was trying to make. You're literaly holding claws up like a threat. You came in all dressed in your 'I'm a mean Samurai' or whatever that is and you practically made it seem like there was no choice. There's basically no cheese at all!" She then casually rolls back across her own tail to stand on one hand and spin on it a few times as if her whole body were her own personal fidget spinner.     "You want to make his poor guy a party to you recruiting for your kabuki mask gang and claim they don't have to go unless they want to but honestly? The type of people who come here are short on hope and long on need." She flips back to her feet.     "Not sure who I am more suspicious of. You or the US Army."
Shredder	"A bold little one, aren't you?" The Shredder says, lowering his claws and tilting his head slightly. "I like you. Very few people will stand up to me. Not that it means the outcome will be different," he adds, in case there was doubt. "Boldness is a trait that cannot be taught. I offer him protection from his enemies, and even financial recourse to help his cause. Think of it like a marketing arrangement." Which, actually might be very accurate. He glances back up to Stan. "You want to be safe from external threats, correct?" he asks Stan, who seems at the moment to hope that Kaida will answer before him.
Kaida Connolly	"One could say the same of someone who thinks outcomes can't change just because they dress like they specifically hate hugs." She rests a hand idly on her sword and flicks her tail back to lean on it like a kick stand.     "He obviously wants to be safe from external threats. Duh." She rolls her eyes, "That doesn't mean you are gonna do it. I already kicked the crap out of a bunch of idiots earlier today and helped to keep the area safe." She nods her head, "They were causing trouble, now they're in jail." She shifts up to her feet and walks forward several steps along the counter toward Shredder and leans toward him a little.     "I didn't see you there. Were you still putting on your armor?"
Shredder	"An arrangement has not yet been made," Shredder answers bluntly and with a certain curtness, it's possible that Kaida's remarks are wearing on his patience. "I am not a hero. I receive compensation for my aide. While you may have rescued him from one threat, I'm sure you're not always present to deal with each situation. I offer an arrangement that would be that where the police have failed." He looks back at Stan. "Where many heroes have failed you." After all, nobody stops all of the attacks. They are still in the news, and sometimes heroes win with collateral damage.
Kaida Connolly	"Hmm." Kaida considers carefully and then she grins under her scarf and casually moves it down so it is very clear that that grin can be seen. She shifts slightly and then she is suddenly on the ceiling. The leap is fast. Her legs having incredible strength to size ratio and she is clinging to the brace and tile again.     "Ya know what, Stan. It's a good deal for you. Take him up on it. If he pulls any stunts I don't like, then I'll hold him and his people personally responsible." She looks at Shredder the way a mouse might look at a particularly tasty morsel. With that, she casually drops the tile and is gone. He might hear her move but soon it'd be damn near impossible to tell where she went.     No normal sized person could slip out of the building so easily but with all the tiny spaces she can get into, her exits are many in old buildings like this.
Shredder	Shredder narrows his eyes, having not expected to convince the mouse so easily, but looks back to Stan all the same. "Do we have an accord?" he asks.     Stan looks at the hole, and back to Shredder. "Um, yeah, yeah okay," he says, taking another glance at the several sharp blades on Shredder's armor. They shake hands. The gentleman's pact. "Very well, you will have no problems moving forward. I will have a team in the area at all times to prevent your harrassment, and I will be in touch regarding the rest."
Kaida Connolly	There's a noise outside. A surprised noise from one of the men that came with Shredder. The point isn't to win, it's to send a message. These men might be elite but how does one prepare for an attack from a six inch mouse wielding Amazonian steel? She moves fast. Faster than one might expect. She appears beside his foot in a blur of motion, the point of her blade planted at a point perfectly on the back of his foot. Unless this elite fighter is more capable than she expected she slides the blade right between his achilles tendon and bone. She twists the blade free and then is gone again.     A moment later, she is up the the door to the top of it and using that incredible leaping strength to slam her shield into the back of the other elite's head. All in all, the attack takes less than three seconds.     "Good luck with that guy." She states as she lands and shakes her head. Normally, a two pound mouse wouldn't get hurt to get hit by but when she's wielding a tiny Amazonian shield and moving at speeds that baseball pitchers strive for? Well, ask any player how fun it is to get hit by just a baseball.     And with that, she's gone, having done what she set out to do.
Shredder	Truly the elite didn't expect to be stabbed by a rodent today, and as he takes the stab to the ankle he reaches down and grabs the pained foot, only to find that he can't stand on it anymore, and collapses to the ground. Interestingly though, he doesn't make a single noise, though that is surely excrutiating pain. The second is of course alerted to the fact that his ally has been attacked, and as Kaida comes flying toward him, he uses his rice hat in a most simple of way, tilting his head so that the impact is cushioned as the slam strikes against the hat which bends and folds as one might expect, and he whirls around, pulling a pair of kunai from his belt. he throws a kunai at her as she flees, though misses, and then takes a ready pose next to his fallen ally. What was that anyway?     It's a few moments longer before the door opens and Shredder appears. He looks down at the readied elite and the wounded second, and then looks out into the night. "Petty rodent," he mutters. He certainly won't treat her with simple words next time.