#murder plan

But his attention was snapped back into the conversation with the sharp crack of the rage in his heart.

"I bet the Shimura kid would be so much better-."

"O my god-."

"I'm serious! he-."

"Just because a kid 'presumaly' matches well with your quirk.-"

"It would and you know it! And our tag team always get to them sometime."

"It is unfortunate that i have to agree with you."

"You would liked to see what we could do with such powerful quirk, jujst admit it."

"I plead the fifth."

"That's a american thing and you know it."

"Fuckin' shut it you dumbass."

"I think they would go with something like Agent Ash Dusk."

"As if the superiors have any poetic taste to come with that."

"Suggestions are open the last time i saw."

"Not like, 12 years ago tho."

"I bet we could still make him an agent today tho-."

It is with every fiber os self restrain that Kurogiri doesn't imediatelly shut the transmissor with a slam of his hand, instead, he got to the simple task of filing the real names and quirks of the agents still chattering in his ears that he was trying to not even listen, but he could hear his grip on the pen make the plastic creak dangerously.

Finally, he could shut it off.

Yasu Hikaru, Quirk: Sanding. Shiori Katsumi, Quirk: Good Neighboor. transformation and mutation, doctor would like the former and Sensei would definetly enjoy the latter, and their bodies would be sure candidates for more trials of the vessel project.

Kurogiri forwards those to both Doctor, who is sure to inform Sensei, and their usual harvesters of their new target, and now with a turned off computer, Kurogiri exits the room.

The Bar was quiet, Tomura may enjoy violent games with all sorts of visuals of violently doing things, but there is agreement betwen the two that the sounds and "music" most of those port are too grading to any ear.

It is with strides that Kurogiri get's behind the bar counter, he knew like the back of his hand where every beverage and items were, so it was effortless to pick one of the low names in one of the shelfs, it was some sort of beer like one, more to sweet fruit than the everyday can.

Kurogiri slammed it down the sink, not shattering it at first, but opening and closing of a portal pair soon made the somehow soothing clinking sound to the enraged mind, and with the tap water running, he nailed the coffin shut by turning up the garbage disposal, their industrial grade quality soon giving an end to any shards into fine dust and down the drain with the beverage it cointained.

"So, who's dying tonight?" The snapping attitude imediatelly left Kurogiri, turning to look to his ward inputting a series of rapid commands, Kurogiri breathed easy.

They could do nothing to him, they couldn't twist Tomura like Eraser had, and if they tried, Oboro Kurogiri wouldn't save qualms to revert the act and make sure they payed double over it.

"None of your concern, Young master."

"Tsch, fine, keep to yourself, i don't care."

Kurogiri wouldn't dare to laugh at the tension now presenting from his ward shoulders, but he did find comedy in it.

"Could I suggest you go over your studies one more time instead of stressing over this level?"

"Shut it, i got everything and we both know it."

Kurogiri did chuckle at the petulant cute tone of hiw ward.

"Then perhaps you would find okay to invite those two, hot and red ones."

Tomura hissed, but Kurogiri atributed it to the game over screen he just gained then his offer.

"Do whatever, i'll stay here."

Kurogiri nodded, satisfied with the answer and the knowledge that he would stay there, and no one would make him otherwise.

Well, there is always Sensei, but Kurogiri trusts his judgement.

The dark body darted behind the crates, no sound came from their steps as the took their way around any wandering eyes, just a bit more until she reached the desk, ignoring the papers on top, the figure took to the bin next to it, swinddling four crumpled papers.

The figure rested a hand on the top of the desk, filling their quirk do it's ways and much information away, it was just two minutes they stayed station, but she didn't want to test luck, and soon made their way in the warehouse until a door to exit was meet, She would count victorious to not being caught, if the door didn't open itself to show a burly man walking inside.

He hesitated in the sight, She didn't.

Darting bellow the leg pair, she took sprint, making sure to be near any wall, they pivoted turn and turn almost to not hearing the screams of those working in that place.

It was with a welp and hearing the majorly distant shouting that the figure tripped forward, not stopping down, with hand and knees she pushed until they were safely hidden behind a dump, and so she held her breath in 5 seconds, slowly realeasing through her not visible mouth.

The was the suspense for several minutes, but the was no thumping feet or shouting anymore, so she could finally relax and close their only eye.

Northern breathed safe, and let their quirk eat away the information at the paper she held, and discard it too in the dump when standing up and slowly making her through the streets, exchanging the dark shirt for long red sleeves and downing a skirt over their pants.

Some blocks away and finally they started to look over the information gotten, and hoped it wasn't just tax balances that she was almost killed over, because that moving company was a cover for fitting ring with perhaps some mercenary deals, and they would be the first to know-.

BINGO!!

Northern exhaled relieved, it was an order for sure of elimination, there was no receipient but the pay was already given, and their targets were workers in the wrecked facility, but why-

A Fae like quirk??

Nothern fastened their step, wishing they did buy that discount retractable cane, this didn't sound good if the other leads were pointing.

It is one thing a nobody have that overpowered thing.