"Maxim" nodded slightly, furnishing the Blaster that he was holding on to and showing it to them.

Antonio examines the weapon his eyes lighting up in recognition. "And where did you..aquire such an weapon." He said cooly.

Zeke, watching through a security camera or listening in from traveling along the cables swears somewhere.  They were using the blasters they picked up from the docks as their 'way in'?!  Seriously... he figured Mirage was smarter than that.  These weren't just something you went into....

Keeping his cool in less than a second he was somewhere relatively safe.  Somewhere close by he could get back there but.. he needed to get this out.

Peregrine.  I found where Hunter is being held.  Has one guy guarding him.  No telling what he can do.  Not important right now.  God DAMN IT FUCKING MONKEY FARTS I need you as a buffer right now.  Bertelli.  Maybe I'm beingparanoidIdon'tknow but I'm pretty sure he just made M and DF and not in the good way... in the Joe Pesci way towards the end of Goodfellas.  She....  fuck she just flashed the BLASTER ... well one of'em you guys grabbed from the docks.  Do you have ANY idea what those are....  that's a custom job Peregrine.  Hell the technology to even MAKE one of those things is decades beyond what's out there.  Decades.  FUCK!!  I'mheadingbackin.

And back in he goes.  Scrounging through the security system carefully but starting to make something up.  They needed something.  They needed something big.

'Domina' smiled.  "They were in the possession of some local heroes who did not appreciate their true value.  What were they calling themselves, Maxim?  It was some silly name.  Legacy, yes?  My associates and I decided to...reallocate them."

"The Legacy were not very pleased to lose their prized goods, but that is of little concern to us.  In fact they tried to get them back, in a very clumsy manner I might add."  'Domina' leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs calmly.

"Yes Domina...Legacy...one of their numbe tried to take them back...and was most unsuccessful..." 'Maxim' replied, chuckling slightly.

Bertelli leaned back seemingly satisfied with the answer. "Ah yes your encounter with the armored one, what does he call himself? Flying Fist or something like that. Your obviously a woman to be reckoned with if you could get those from right under they're noses. The weapons were being transported to me last night when they were intercepted the, specialty muscle, I had hired has since fled town but they were obviously inadequate. Though I have already paid for the weapons themselves your retrieving of them has saved me a good deal of trouble and I would be willing to pay for your services and perhapsenter a longer lasting business arrangement with the, Severed Rose was it? I can give you half a million dollars for the service of returning the weapons to me as well a percentage of the weapons I will be receiving from my source and any." He eyes Maxim for a moment "Specialty Workers you may require."

"Maxim" smiled slightly at the Special Workers comment from Bertelli but didn't say anything.

Lucas had to admit, playing the 'bad guy', even though it was only an act, was kind of liberating...

Peregrine winced at Hotwire's angry mental rant.  It was like nails on a chalkboard, but the guy did have a point.
Calm down, Hotwire.  I'm on it.
And don't stress too much yet, old friend.   Mirage is a slick customer, remember, and "stealing things from those weirdos in spandex" isn't exactly considered a "Mission Impossible".   Legacy is known for our brawn more than our brains by most of the Underworld.   It's not entirely true, but it's a stereotype that might just come in handy now and make the theft seem very realistic.

Peregrine finds Lucas easily and uses his location to try to find Bertelli and probe to see if he suspects her friends.  Most of Friday's contacts consider Legacy much better at catching and beating up crooks then keeping them locked up.  Some even think of the Paras as a "temporary setback", albeit a dangerous one.

'Domina' sat back and folded her hands in her lap, considering his offer.  "A half million dollars as a finders fee?  The weapons themselves are worth much, much more than that.  We could simply sell them elsewhere and make much more of a profit.  Somalia is particularly eager for any and all weapons and they pay handsomely."

She looked lazily around the room before returning her eyes to Antonio Bertelli.  "However, the other part of your offer intrigues me.  You are able to acquire more weapons of this type from the manufacturer and deal with the services of...how did you put it?  Special Workers?  You are willing to offer a percentage of this to The Severed Rose?  What would we have to do besides return your weapons at a discount?"

"Maxim" stays beside Domina as they wheeled and dealed, keeping a wary eye and making sure that there were no surprises that the Bertelli family had up their sleeve.

Antonio nods. "While its true many metahumans who choose crime prefer to go freelance there are a good-deal of them who prefer some added protection especially in what has been called, the superhero capital of the world." He speaks the last phrase with particular venom. "As for what I would like in return I'm afraid while you seem to know a good deal about me and my business I know next to nothing of yours, tell me what is it the Severed Rose doe? Drugs? Weapons trafficing?"

"Our business ventures are of a wide variety." Domina replied.  "Our members are involved in a number of ventures from smuggling, chemistry, forgery, money laundering and the like.  My speciality is the reacquisition of goods.  Maxim is in the, how shall I say it, business of persuasion.  He could give you a demonstration if you'd like.  Perhaps you have a person in your group that you are particularily displeased with?"

At Domina's comment, "Maxim" cracked his knuckles and smirks at the gathered entourage.

Hunter, came a voice that was distinctly recognizable as Lady Psyche's, though it was her mindvoice. The real Lady Psyche was a couple miles away from the place, just itching to do her little trick again.

Don, I want you to give me a description of everything in the room you're in. Don't leave anything out. I need to get a mental picture of what it looks like.

...

Is there anyone in the room with you, Don?

Don looks around th eroom
I'm tied to a chair in a white room with a drak brown wooden floor The chair is in the middle of the room. There is a young man maybe 17-18 standing by the door he's wearing a dark suit and sunglasses.

Antonio smiled and leaned back in his chair. "There is a pair I'm displeased with the difficulty thus far has been locating them." He motions to one of his gathered thugs who leaves and returns in a moment with two photos and hands them to Domina. The pictures are of Musclemass and Armory the pair from the docks. "They're names are MIles Ebert and Joseph Roberts. They grew up in a small orphanage in illinois each being released when they turned 18 they then turned to crime. Both were small time until they each aquired parahuman abilities. Mile's right arm has the ability to turn into whatever weapon or tool he can think of and Joe has two extra arms and is incredibly strong, it isunknown if he's bulleptroof. If they could be located I would be..apreciative. Though if you feel them too...difficult I have a certain thief that I would like dealt with."

Domina looked over the pictures.  Armory and Musclemass.  With the Bertelli's after them, they wouldn't be showing their faces in Weston for a long time.  "Finding these two would take time and effort that would be better spent on our next venture.  Who is this thief that you speak of?"

"Maxim" looked over at the photos and MuscleMass and Armory. If they had any common sense they would have packed up and left Weston as soon as possible.

Lucas admitted that he was a little curious about the thief as well, and why the Bertellis wanted him...and Mirage covered the question perfectly. He listened in as Bertelli fielded the potential answer to Domina's question...

The thug who produced the pictures of Armory and Musclemass produces another two pictures. They featured the same woman in one picture she is dressed in a black dress which shows off her ample curves and her hair is tied back in a bun.  The second picture is the same woman but with her hair down a mask concealing the uppper half of  her face. She is dressed in tight pants a corsette and long gloves going all the way up her arms. Both Mirage and Dragon fist would recognize her as one of the legacies first foes and one of Brains old minions." Her name is Helena Campanore, though she goes by wraith. She was an accomplished thief before one day she realized she could walk threw walls. A while back she joined in on a world takeover scheme, as far as I know it was foiled, she's since returned to thievery. She took something very important to me, a memento of my fathres and I'd like her found and dealt with."

"A thief who can walk through walls.  That is very interesting to know.  I should think that we would like to have a little conversation with this Wraith woman ourselves." Domina said, handing the pictures to Maxim.  "Remember her face Maxim.  We will keep an eye out for Helena Campanore.  We will contact you when we find her.  Out of curiousity, what did she steal from you that was so precious?"

Maxim looked at the picture and nodded.

"Yes Domina. I will commit her face to memory."

"Some family heirlooms. A ring and an iron mask. I'm unsure where the mask came from but the ring has been passed through my family for generations. I'm obviously more concerned with the ring but I would appreciate it if you could retrive both. If you would like I can provide some extra manpower should you need it."

Domina thought for a moment.  "We will keep our eyes and our ears open for any sign of this Wraith woman.  Perhaps retrieving your lost items might be a good way to cement a working relationship, N'est pas?"

"I am curious about the paras that you have working with you.  Do you have any that are not as unreliable as the two in the picture?  Why have you not sent them out to look for your lost items?"

Domina remained cool and collected as befit her cover, and in truth she really wasn't worried about the Bertelli's.

Peregrine, we're almost done here.  Give us another minute and then you may begin.
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"I have most of them however are not fitted to retrieval or are that adept at thinking fo0r themselves." He points to a large man by the door. "Simon here for example is bullet proof and it feel slike being punched by a brick wall or so I'm told, he was a boxer before finding his abilities and his way into his employ. There is one who may be able to locate it but I hesitate to entrust him with such an important job so early in his career."  He leans back. "HOwever the boy does show promise if he is a little rough around the edges. So to speak."

"Maxim" maintained his calm and composure, as he silently protected Domina and listened to the dialogue between her and the Bertellis.

There was a lot of useful information gained here...