I walked to the address I managed to find from an old news report. It was my mother's old base of operations. Unsurprisingly it looked relatively abandoned.

The front door was boarded up, it was better to be under the radar so I climbed in through a window that must have been shattered for years. The wind and rains smoothed the jagged glass over time. Perfect for climbing through.

I pulled out my flashlight and took a look around the room. There was a few large safes in the room. Dusty but untouched.

I kept them in mind and walked into the next room. This one, even darker than the last was scattered with trash crumbled bills and flipped tables.

It doesn't look like this place was raided by the police. Which would usually be a bad thing. But that means whoever tried to ruin my mother's plans might know where she's hiding.

My enemy's enemy is my friend.

I threw anything considered useful in my bag, bullets, cash. This place looks abandoned anyway, not like it's anyone else's, so I guess it's mine.

I continued through the building looking for any clues on where to search next.

There was a loft area connected by a ladder. I swung my backpack on and climbed the ladder.

As I climbed to the loft to see crates with a vaguely familiar symbol. They looked relatively new, little dust settled on the top. They must have taken control of the building and use it for storage. Because this doesn't look like anything my mother would do.

I grabbed a crow bar and pried open one of the crates. Quirk destabilizers, government grade ones.

I resealed the crate and took a picture of the symbol and the QD's for later use.

I heard soft, paced, footsteps. I focused in on the soft patter. Whoever was here with me know they're not alone. At least I'm not left in the dark either.

Speaking of, I turned off my flashlight so the light wouldn't sleep through the loft when the mysterious stranger got into the room.

I only hear one set a footsteps, so I know how many, one. Don't know who they work for or if they're a danger. They could just my an adventurous stranger that happened to wonder into an abandoned building.

I won't count on it. I saw the ladder shake, meaning I'm trapped here.

I crouched down in the corner out of sight from the ladder. I was still clenching the crowbar. Ready to attack and run. It was pitch black, all I saw was a hand when I jumped up to attack.

Until my eyes adjusted to the little light in the loft.

"Bakugo?" I asked. The crow bar already above my head ready to swing.

My greeting almost scared him into falling all the way down the ladder. But he caught himself and jumped up into the loft.

"The hell's wrong with you? You could've killed me!" He dust himself off.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" I lowered the crow bar.

I sighed and paced a few steps.

I say I don't want anyone involved and then everyone gets involved anyway.

"I heard your dads missing, I came to check on you make sure you're not going all rouge and shit. Tracked you here." He looked at me as if I was caught in the act, I was.

"This is the last time I'm saying this but no one's getting involved! Just me by myself I can do it!" I explained, rather explosively.

"Obviously, I'm here cause I owe you." He stuffed his hands in his pockets.

"You owe me? For what?" I questioned.

"Because, you saved my ass more than once already." He explained.

My head tilted, confused.

"We escaped together." I reminded.

He grumbled a bit, as if the next sentence would be hard to say. Maybe a damper on this pride.

"You could have done it without me, but there's so way in hell I could have gotten out without you."

I don't think I could have responded with anything meaningful at the time. I dropped the crowbar to the side and looked deeper into his expression. Sincere, a bit embarrassed maybe.

I could see it all in his eyes. Even in the dark, even clouded with dust.

I nodded with understanding.

Speaking without words. It was a grounded feeling, comfortable even.

We heard banging, yelling, and pounding footsteps enter the building.

Our most sincere meeting to date had been interrupted.

Since they're in such a rush, they know we're here. Could be police or the organization that took over the building. Or both who knows.

But we're definitely the object of their interest.

"Were you followed?" I asked looking around the room for an escape route.

Vent. Tacky, comical, and dangerous. Perfect.

"How am I suppose to know?" Bakugo told me, already understanding my plan to go through the vent.

He reached up toward the vent and exploded it. No use being sneaking if they know we're here I guess.

I pushed a crate under the vent and jumped onto it.

"Forget about it, let's just go." I told him. Be cuffed his fingers together so I could step on his hand. He boosted me up and as soon as I was up there I took his arm and helped pull him up.

Luckily, the vent was obscenely large, perfect for crawling through.

So glad my horrible fit of bad luck as ended. (that was obviously sarcastic.)

We made a few turns and saw a vent that looked like it lead to the back of the building. There was light but we would still be protected under the cover of the alley's shadow.

I maneuvered around in the vent and kicked it. It was a significant drop but there wasn't much time to find another way. Besides, falls always look longer than they really are. They feel longer too.

I threw my bag into the alley then jumped down, I got the sensation in my feet that I can only compare to the pain of jumping off a swing barefoot.

Bakugo followed. As soon as we both hit the ground I grabbed my bag and booked it for the opposite direction.

Bakugo quickly caught up and pulled me into an alley and through a side door.

We closed the door quickly before looking at our surroundings.

We accidentally stumbled into a rave.

"You know if you wanted to go out tonight you could've just said so." I commented sarcastically as I looked around the large room.

Filled to the brim with people, easy to hide, little chance of anyone finding us in the crowd.

"How was I suppose to know it's a club?" He grunted.

I laughed. "Calm down, this is a good thing. Very little chance of anyone finding us in here." I walked past people jumping up and down to the music. Everyone had bright hair, tattoos and was obviously high.

"But never zero, left balcony." Bakugo put a hand on my arm.

I switched my gaze to the left to see a man looking at us. Definitely one of the guys after us.

"I have an idea, but you will have to trust me completely." I put my hands on both of his shoulders and stared him dead in the eyes.

"Do I have a choice?"

His expression said something different. More like, "of course I do."

I pulled him into a hallway and opened an old storage closet.

"Get in, lock the door." I told him.

He looked at me like I'm crazy. I am sort of.

"If this is going to work you need to be out of the picture for a bit. Please?" I asked. Looking over my shoulder every few seconds.

"You better not leave me here." He pointed in my face.

"If I was going to leave you hanging I would have done it sooner. Have fun." I closed the closet door and heard the click of the lock.

I can't believe he actually listened to me, the Bakugo that I barely knew a few days ago would have called me an idiot and insist I come up with a new plan. He had placed his trust in me, I hope it's not misplaced trust.

I messed up my hair and sat my bag next to the exit I planned on using. Then made a B line for the bathroom.

I remembered something from sneaking into a few underground parties last year. The drunk girls in the bathroom are your greatest allies.

I walked in and immediately got slurred greetings from the girls hanging out.

I had to sell my story though.

I loosened up and hopped up onto the bathroom counter, wish I brought hand sanitizer.

I'm a girl who came to forget about her old boyfriend but he showed up (the guy who followed me and Bakugo in here.) and I'm not sure how to leave without him seeing me.

It didn't take much to make the story believable. Every girl in that bathroom offered to deck him, distract him, or stab him in the eye with their shoe.

Before I knew it a group of girls were blocking his view of the exit and keeping him distracted.

I wish I got their names, they were so nice.

I ran to the closet and knocked on it. "Coast is clear." I said to him.

The lock clicked and I pulled Bakugo in the direction of the exit, grabbing my bag on the way out. Casually because I'm a show off of course.

"How did you get him off our ass?" Bakugo asked as we walked.

"I told some girls in the bathroom he was my ex and I needed them to distract him while I left. Worked better than expected." I shrugged.

But I couldn't help but smile past my casual look. I kind of have a knack for not dying while being chased. And the adrenaline rush isn't too bad either.

"Your insane." He shook his head.

He tried to act all nonchalant but I saw right through him. Yet again impressed by my sneaky skills.

"I'm effective."

I looked over to him. The look he gave me when he told he he owed me. It was still there. I wish it wasn't.