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"Raid begin, start engagement." That was all Denki needed to hear before he threw himself out of the vent opening. Landing with a roll Toka-kun and him practised, he stood up to come face to face with three grunts. All five in the room just stood there and stared at each other for a few seconds, when Toka-kun (who had jumped to the floor mid-roll) sprinted towards the leftmost villain. That seemed to snap everyone out of their stupors.
The first villain to reach Denki received an electrified punch in the face. He dropped like a sack of potatoes, convulsing. That... doesn't look good. Like, at all. Not one bit. (In the corner of Denki's eye he sees the one dealing with Toka-kun drop to the floor with a satisfying thud.)
The second villain had reached Denki by then, and he swung a knife at Denki's eye level. Which Denki ducked under, like a pro. He countered with an electric punch to the floating ribs.
Unfortunately, the voltage was turned down too low after the first villain dropped so it was more of a light shock that one received. Which meant he got a scratch on his arm, thanks to the knife. With a punch to the chin and a knee to the face (both electrified) his opponent was down.
The two pseudo-heroes take a moment to catch a breath and restrain the three unconscious bodies.
"Good job Toka-kun." Denki said, slumping onto a wall. He held a hand up for a high five and smiled when a clawed lizard foot came in contact with it.
"Room two secure, over."
Hitoshi was glad that Denki could deal with his three so quickly and smoothly. As it was, he had two quirks being pointed at him in a standoff. He would be risking too much - both his life and the scattered artifacts - if he even looked like he was going to take a step forward. Time to break out the quirk, then. "Nice night we're having, isn't it?" No response.
"Those are some interesting quirks you both have." Silence.
"Some great art in here where'd you get it?" Still nothing. Fine then. Hitoshi will bring out the big guns.
"Did either of the two of you hear about the Italian chef that died?" They kept their mouths firmly shut. "He pasta-way." Ahah! He got one of them! Hitoshi turned his focus to the other one. "No? Nothing? Tough crowd."
"Shut up, brat!" The villain demanded.
With a faux-innocent look, Hitoshi tilted his head. "Why should I?"
"I'll-" And that was that.
He walked behind the two, secured his grip on the collars of their shirts and issued a command. "Fall into a deep sleep."
Hitoshi barely managed to keep hold of the two as they became dead weight. He set them down, tied them up and leaned them against the wall.
"Room one secure, over." God Hitoshi wanted sleep. That command gave him a slight headache. Though he was thankful for the training he and Yamada did with this kind of command - the headache would've been much worse otherwise.
Mirai admittedly had issues with Team Possible being at the raid. They were fourteen - not even in highschool - and while, yes, they had a good track history that didn't mean they should be present in an official raid. And sending Eraserhead with the green one against the mutation quirk wasn't a very good idea, in his opinion. He was impressed the other two dealt with their rooms quickly. But what was taking room three so long?
It shouldn't be Mirai's concern at the moment, so he pushed it from mind. The grunts Midnight and him had come across had been dealt with as swiftly as they could while also attempting capture of their two main targets. Said targets were now on the other side of the room, probably to try and catch their breath or see any weakpoints in the heroes' defenses.
"Midnight!"
"On it!" Said pro went to tear her costume to try and knock at least Iwata out. Instead, something came flying through the now-broken wall connected to room 3, rolling backwards along the floor. All eyes were on the newcomer, and Mirai's eyes widened in surprise as the green-haired kid righted himself into a crouch.
"I thought you said the warehouse was safe, unknown." A deep and gravelly voice called from the hole. No one could see who was speaking through the dust that had yet to settle, but they could all see the orange eyes, glow intensifying. "In fact, I'm sure you promised this, assured the anonymity of both yourselves and this location." The figure was more visible now, but Mirai could only make out the pristine suit they were wearing. "So why,
"Are the heroes here?"
"Raid begin, start engagement."
As soon as the go-ahead was given, both Izuku and Eraserhead burst through the vents, onto the men below them. A quick check on the room's occupants, however, showed that instead of the four they were expecting, there were six grunts and Kazetani, as well as a man in a spotless white suit and a matching fedora. Izuku didn't have time to study the man, however, as the remaining four grunts charged him and Eraserhead with hardly any pause. He's probably who's buying the stolen goods.
With well timed jabs, sweeps and ducks, the four minor villains were unconscious.
"Eraserhead and..." The unknown villain drawled, seeming bored. There was an undertone of danger in his voice, however. "Ah, you're one of those Team Possible children, aren't you?" He stayed where he was, but he pulled a small cylinder out of his pocket. Twirling it, a button must have been pressed as the small object expended to become a cane. "Smile, if I remember correctly."
Since the attention was on the man in the suit, Izuku had time to observe him. Tall, taller than Present Mic, with dark olive skin. What hair that could be seen under the fedora was similar to dark chocolate, and was in a wavy bob that reached his chin. Izuku thought he could see an undercut, but wasn't too sure. His three piece suit was a spotless white with thin light grey stripes. The shirt was a deep crimson, and the buttons of the suit jacket were golden. The man's tie was white, and tied perfectly. There were fancy cufflinks and two fancy tie clips too. His whole appearance screamed "fancy". Even his shoes - which were atrocious-looking and crimson to match his shirt, but he still managed to make them work.
The man smiled with perfect teeth and glowing orange eyes. "No matter. Though as a child, I won't kill you. I can promise you that much." That was all that was said before Kazetani used his quirk to scatter some of the dust lying around - which had the unfortunate side effect of causing Eraserhead to blink.
"Smi-" was all the warning Izuku got before a blinding orange light flashed, and he was thrown through the wall behind him.
Izuku quickly righted himself and quickly took stock of the new situation. On his left was Sir Nighteye, Midnight and some of the police forces, and on his right was Haizono and Iwata.
"I thought you said the warehouse was safe, unknown." The suited man spoke from the new hole. Izuku could hardly see him through the unsettled dust, but he could still see the orange eyes, glow intensifying. "In fact, I'm sure you promised this, assured the anonymity of both yourselves and this location." Izuku could almost see him perfectly now, though. He also could swear he heard a faint grunt, followed by a thud, from the room he was forcefully ejected from. "So why, are the heroes here?"
"Hell if we know!" Haizono snapped at the man. "We always block out the cameras! I can't think of any way they coulda found us!"
"Doesn't matter." That was Iwata. "They're here now." Was all that was said as he launched a considerable amount of lava Izuku's way. It was only thanks to his training with Aizawa that he could dodge it, at least mostly. His yelp of pain didn't go unnoticed by anyone, even when he took out an experimental Baby Mei gave all three of them. He quickly aimed it and shot it out towards their main two targets, ensnaring them in a net.
Unfortunately, for his troubles Izuku was launched into another wall. He hardly had time to thank whatever was listening that it didn't break before "Well I think my business here is concluded. I bid you all adieu." was heard from the vague direction of forwards.
It took Izuku a second, but he didn manage to stand up. On only one leg, though, the other was screaming out in agony. Oh- that was the ground. Was he falling? Izuku certainly didn't know. He was quickly embraced in a safe warmth. Why did he feel it was safe? "Pr-b--m ch--d!" Ah, Aizawa. That's why.
Everything hurt too much, and Izuku felt his eyes closing. "--d da---t, st-- -wak-." St wak? Oh, stay awake. It hurt though, he couldn't.
"Srry 'Zawa." He managed to slur out before he lost consciousness.