The potential struggles for a moment, but once Bulletproof Girl puts an ether-soaked cloth over his mouth, he passes out. Good. Just as planned.

According to the file drawn up from the labs, the potential's name is Lucas Finch. He's about seventeen years old, with no previous attention-catchers besides the drawings. Bulletproof Girl feels a bit of pity for him. She knows how unpleasant it is to be put under.

Bulletproof Girl is about to start dragging the potential out of the house when she hears a small tapping sound at the window. Glancing over, she sees that Mixtape Menace is just outside. Let me in, he mouths. Bulletproof carefully lets the potential slump to the floor, and opens the window for Mixtape.

He sighs, as if annoyed. "Finally. I was hoping you were going to let me in this century." Mixtape sees the poor potential, passed out on the floor. "Man, you gave it to him already? Did you save anything for me to do?"

"Yes," Bulletproof Girl says with a smirk. "You can carry him."

Mixtape gives her another exaggerated sigh and picks up the potential's limp body, easily slinging him over his shoulder. "Have you grabbed any personals yet?"

"Doing it now," Bulletproof Girl says, eyeing the potential's desk. There lies a notebook, opened to a delicate pencil sketch. Bulletproof briefly admires the sketch, then takes the notebook and puts it, along with a handful of pencils from a pencil cup, into her small backpack.

After taking the items, Bulletproof Girl and Mixtape Menace make their way to the front door. Bulletproof pauses in the living room, seeing a sole framed photograph hanging above the couch. She thinks about taking it for the potential, but decides against it, figuring that she should leave something for the potential's mother to remember him by.

As they head out the door, Mixtape Menace accidentally knocks the potential's head against the doorjamb, and he whimpers in his sleep.

"You just gave him the lamest concussion of all time," Bulletproof says, and they both laugh.

Outside the house, a Killjoy van is waiting, gray with the large black spider on the side. Ammunition Flash opens the back of the van for the trio, and helps Mixtape get the potential situated. They carefully tie his arms behind his back and his ankles together, so he can't escape, and then lean his unconscious form against the side of the van. "Ready?" Ammunition asks, quickly giving Mixtape and Bulletproof a glance to make sure they're uninjured.

Bulletproof Girl hops in the van, closing the doors behind her and taking a seat next to Ammunition. "Ready."

Ammunition Flash nods to the Killjoy behind the wheel, and the van peels out into the night.

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Author's Note:

I didn't plan on updating twice today, just ended up doing it because I didn't want to leave that last chapter as a cliffhanger.

Sorry this chapter is short, just wanted to give some more background info onto what was happening with Lucas, and he couldn't tell the story because he was unconscious ^^'