where cars go to die.

Mirage leaned against the large car crusher, taking a moment to catch her breath.  She closed her eyes and teetered a little.  The effort of teleporting the weapons caches to the wrecker had been taxing, but there were no other options available to her.  Mirage just wasn't built for the kind of destruction necessary for such a large volume of weapons.

She reached out to the control panel and activated the crusher.  The sound of metal and plastic breaking was punctuated by the occasional pop of a power source as its containment was breached.

Mirage pulled out her cell phone and checked the image of the weapons caches that she had taken from Meg's image.  Mirage had managed to take out several of the locations, turning the cache contents into tiny compressed blocks of scrap metal.  There were still more to do, but she was feeling so tired.

It had been a long enough day and she just wasn't used to so many mass teleports.  She wasn't sure if she had enough strength to make it home.  She pulled up her list of contacts and started to message Dragon Fist, requesting that he come and pick her up.

Her finger hovered over the send button.  She couldn't do it.  She couldn't hit send.  Mirage had no doubt that Dragon Fist would come if she asked, but the text seemed like a message of weakness.  She wasn't some weak woman that needed a man to help her.

Only she was so tired.

The crusher completed its cycle, producing another cube of scrap metal.  More weapons that would not be used against anyone ever again.  A good days work.  That was all that she could manage.  She needed to take a break.  If she didn't have the strength to teleport home, maybe she could teleport someplace closer.

--> To Dragon and Tiger

Mirage watched as the last haul of weapons was momentously crushed in the car crusher.  She'd seen the powerful pistons do their thing a few times now as she brought in the spoils from her raids on the weapons caches that had been spread around Weston.  There were quite a few of them and it had taken her some time to gather them all up.  She didn't mind doing the work.  Mirage did not like guns and she felt better seeing them crushed beyond recognition.

The pistons whined and metal creaked as it was crushed out of shape.  There was even what sounded like small pops coming from the power packs losing integrity.  A very satisfying sound.  The conveyor belt spun to life and a newly created block of scrap metal was moved out of the crusher to join a pile of others.  Mirage wasn't sure if the compressed metal cubes were worth anything, if they could be used again, but that hardly mattered.  The important thing was that the dangerous weapons were taken out of action.

That only left the hovertank that Zeke was toying with.  Mirage briefly thought about destroying that bit of technology as well.  Sure Zeke might complain but he could find other tech toys to play with.  Maybe later.

Mirage stretched, arching her back as she reached her arms up to the sky.  It had been a long but satisfying day.  she felt tired but not overly so, more like just waiting to get her second wind.  Perhaps she'd go and get a bit of exercise.

--> To the Streets

>>> From Van Diemen House

Did Mirage know what she was doing?  Partly.  She wanted to get Stormwalker away from the Derrings and that was about as far ahead as she had time to plan.

Mirage and Stormwalker reappeared in the Weston Auto Salvage yard.  Mirage had brought them both a short distance above the ground, where she was hoping to drop her opponent to the ground giving them a bit of a rude surprise and hirt them a little while she landed gracefully on the ground.

  StormWalker shook her head, and Mirage could hear it in her head.   Yuri's voice . . . BRAIN'S voice!  Hear him whispering Bring me the woman and the child Hunter so treasures, Eleanor Van Diemien and Diantha Derring  . . . "