*Starting Scene*

The Victress maids traverse the pharmacies and stores that Lionsten contains, packing away the multiple supplies they gather into a storage capsule for easy mobility of the items. During that, some swindlers attempted to rip the women off, however, fell prey to the wrath of either Gabriela or Fey as the dames' took liberty in those situation and cleaned out the troublemakers. This put many aliens on edge since they deeply desired to cause difficulty for Victress, stalking the Bounty Hunters to accomplish that.

Alas, nothing severe came from that as Gabriela's presently fawning over high school uniforms displayed at a clothing shop toward the right sector of a walkway heading northward, having her hands located ahead of her lips while the appendages are mildly curled. "They're too cute!" She steadily reaches out to the glass preventing her from touching the attire via both hands, emanating an obsessive conduct. "Must... Own... Them...!"

Interrupting Gabriela's focus, Eve's voice reverberates from her microphone attached to her collar's left while desperation and rage is apparent. "Gab! We got an emergency!"

Gabriela immediately replies, keeping her arms hoisted onward, and portrays skepticism, "Is it that your bored of being grounded? I'd be stupefied if it's anything else."

Eve furiously shouts, "No, the star and his friends are gone!"

Gabriela brims astonishment with her gaze to the microphone as she put her arms down. "It's a miracle! You're showing selflessness!"

Eve viciously cries out, "Very funny! The guy with the glasses left in his jet not that long ago! Have you seen it?!"

Gabriela peers skyward to search that way, relaxing her attitude. "Nope. I'm not much help though." The Hispanic looks at the uniforms again with glee established. "I've been immersed by a few cute outfits I found for like 10 minutes."

Eve sustains her behavior while releasing several panting noises. "You idiot!"

Gabriela giggles and navigates her vision to the microphone. "Don't go talking smack. I bet you're running around the city to spot them. That goes against your punishment, you know?"

Eve stumbles as she indeed is rushing through the large town prior to defensively asks while viewing where she's going, "What makes you think I'd do that?!"

Gabriela bluntly retorts. "Your shallow breathing. There's no reason you'd be gasping for air in the manner you currently are. Even if you used the excuse that you were ranting to the others about the circumstance, it wouldn't be so ragged."

Eve temporarily pauses her speech, a dull expression demonstrated, before firmly uttering, "Contact me in case you come across 'em!" The line goes quiet.

Gabriela smirks in amusement while shaking her head. "You're totally transparent, Eve." The femme reverts her concentration to the exhibited attire and resumes to fawn over them.

*Scene Change*

Doyenne trudges deep into the city, discovering a ruined section, and meets a male, elderly alien resembling a white Labrador Retriever Dog dressed in rags as she curiously inquires, "You're a Canis, correct?"

The extraterrestrial ignores Doyenne, scanning the damage roads that extend from both sides due to him standing at an intersection.

Doyenne continues her dialogue, unfazed by the creatures neglect. "Your species is good at obtaining information. Though you're a ways from one of the territories owned by the Canis." The pale individual glimpses at the alien's apparel. "Seems you're also fairly down on your luck."

The Canis glares at Doyenne with mild annoyance conveyed. "Perhaps I'm one who's trying not to be noticed."

Doyenne vaguely laughs as she momentarily blots her mouth with the rear of her right hand, and once she lowers it, remarks, "Glad to find a Canis capable of speaking English. Saves me the effort of pulling out the translator." A teasing demeanor arises. "Oh, and your disguise doesn't work if you don't cover yourself better. That's how I saw you."

The Canis quickly positions his face near Doyenne's while enveloped by seriousness. "Why are you bothering me?"

Doyenne sincerely answers. "I'm hunting for evildoers. I wish to collect their bounty. You're clearly of the area, so imagine you could point me in the right direction. I'll cut you in on a bit of the reward if you assist me."

The Canis cocks his head to the left, including criticism to his personality. "A human girl can't honestly think to handle the scum of the universe. I won't aid you to your death."

Doyenne grins amidst emitting a mocking conduct. "Awe, that's sweet of you. I'll simply have to cash in yours then."

The Canis becomes filled by fright and hurriedly straightens his posture.

Doyenne promptly brings out a brown tablet sunk into the rear of her khakis via her left hand as she mounts her attention onto its screen, depicting a picture of the extraterrestrial. "Les Labra. Wanted in the Canis Minor, your home region, and Mayor for selling secrets of his kind's military to the Lacertas. Bounty: $1 million dead, $2 million alive." The brunette switches her sight to the fellow. "You're exactly what I needed to find. You're not that smart to be out in the open, but of course, no traitor is."

Les rapidly replaces his attitude with ferocity. "Listen, girl! You best be wary! The strength of a Canis is naturally 3 times greater than a human man!" He stretches his long, left limb toward the side to point his paw in that vicinity. "You should leave and contend with something more your level! A petty thief would suffice, eh?!"

Doyenne radiates confidence while putting away her tablet. "This is my favorite part."

Confusion encompasses Les, tilting his head right and dropping his elevated appendage. "What is?"

Doyenne retains her behavior. "Shoving the targets words down their throat." She suddenly depletes the minuscule space separating her from Les, grabs his western limb with both hands and performs a Judo Throw.

Les' posterior hastily collides with the street as he's baffled while gawking at Doyenne.

Doyenne swiftly stations her face close to Les' while demonstrating callousness. "Who's stronger again?"

Les angrily growls, feeling his pride tarnished, and frantically breaks free of Doyenne's clutches to gain room a tad during the creature removing its clothing.

Doyenne comments with disgust as she fixes her posture, wielding her right hand in front of her torso at a horizontal angle, "Was that really required? It's true your similar to an animal, but your still a dude. That's indecent exposure."

Les lunges towards Doyenne while expelling a mighty roar.

Doyenne reacts to Les' strive to attack her by tapping the gem inserted to her right limb, abruptly detaining the Canis a meter from her as he's airborne.

Les brims disbelief and does his best to achieve mobility until experiencing a powerful kick from below, compliments of Doyenne's left foot, as blood seeps out of his mouth.

Doyenne coldly stares at Les while slanted towards the right to maintain her leg upward, showing off her flexibility, as her hands are situated at their respective sectors. "That stung, didn't it? It's too late to apologize for your egoism." The beauty descends her foot to the landscape and quickly embeds a left punch into Les' stomach.

Les gags in agony as his black eyes widen prior to plummeting to the terrain without warning.

Doyenne stands besides Les' western region thanks to his anterior crashing upon the ground and shortly plants her right foot on the rear of the alien's neck. "You'll cover the necessary expenses for the big trip me and my crew have."

Les strains himself to get up, however, Doyenne applies significant pressure to render his attempt useless. After that, the Canis drives his vision toward Doyenne and painstakingly questions, "What sort of weapon did you utilize to paralyze me?!"

Doyenne commences to caress her hair with her left hand. "You're on the wrong track. Either way, I won't tell you. What's important is you're a goner." She scans her surroundings. "Next stop: the police."

Gabriela's voice unexpectedly resounds from Doyenne's microphone as she cheerfully declares, "Doyenne!"

Doyenne steers her focus to her microphone. "Yeah, Gabriela?"

Gabriela rebuttals with no alteration to her demeanor, walking to the right of the three maids she's accompanying. "Eve's out of Virago!" The young lady softens her tone after one of her comrades, possessing red hair, told her she was being loud. "She informed me that our guest went into the city without permission."

Doyenne blandly states, "I never said they required it. They're not prisoners." A hint of frustration consumes the dame as she detaches her foot from Les to deviate herself toward the left. "Eve just capitalized on them going outside to have a valid reason in doing the same. I guess I should've been more ruthless and put her to sleep."

Gabriela giggles while viewing the street she's journeying upon. "Maybe, anyway, I assume you'll hunt her down, huh?"

Doyenne sharply nods, drawing both hands to her chest with the left atop its counterpart. "Definitely."

Meanwhile, Les tries to sneak away from Doyenne via heading right because of her presently attending to the dilemma involving Eve, although hastily discovers that the Victress member hasn't forgotten about him. This is through the extraterrestrial beginning to levitate, leading to Les panicking while cursing in his natural language.

Doyenne commandeers her concentration to the left so she can witness Les' struggle and persists her discussion with Gabriela. "First, I gotta' turn in the bounty I recently caught." She contentedly smiles.

*Scene Change*

Eve dashes through the vast town, putting a significant effort in evading others throughout, as she glances at the vicinity and mutters, "Where the hell are they?! For my sake, I must use 'em to neutralize Doyenne's wrath when I go back to Virago!" The silver-haired chick emanates a disgruntled attitude. "Knowing Gab, she snitched on me! Still, I had to contact her for Intel!" Eve refuses to halt her progression for a decent period before arriving at the city's shopping district that's bustling with different types of characters, compelling her to decrease her travelling velocity.

After several minutes transgress, a light-skinned, petite female with short, straight purple hair that's braided on the front right area a little accidentally bumps into Eve's left.

Eve instantly confronts the woman while yelling with faint agitation, "Excuse you!" She then realizes that she had collided with one of the maids as she exclaims in surprise, "Ringo!"

Ringo sternly glares at Eve amidst adjusting the horizontally rounded glasses she has ahead of her light blue eyes via her right hand. "You're not supposed to be outside, Eve." The individual veers her vision to behind herself through aiming it westward while dropping her hoisted limb. "I'm gonna' notify Fey."

Eve grows desperate and perches both hands onto Ringo's shoulders. "Don't! I'll apologize! It was my fault we hit! Please, I'm sorry!"

Ringo resets her sight to Eve as she joyfully smirks. "That wasn't hard, was it? You're forgiven."

Eve expresses her relief through a big sigh while slouching backwards with her head cocked, dismounting her hands from Ringo in the process, until repairing her composition to depict the blue-eyed damsel again. "Anyhow, I'm searching for the star and his pals. You wouldn't happened to have seen 'em?"

Ringo alters her personality and solemnly nods her head.

Eve radiates bewilderment as she bends towards Ringo. "Seriously?! Where?!"

Ringo merely points her left hand's index finger pass Eve.

Eve swaps her conduct with confusion prior to following the trajectory of Ringo's appendage, ultimately discerning a cluster of folks at the street's right section. Right after that, the jacketed femme rushes to the crowd as she peaks through them to witness a monitor with the image of Jet 4 shooting at the collapsed skyscraper. This is due to the spectators nearby the action having recorded it while Eve exhibits a firm behavior.

Simultaneously, Ringo locates herself to Eve's right, containing both hands on her hips, while observing the screen as well. "It's been on repeat for about 10 minutes now. I thought the jet appeared familiar."

Eve urgently snaps her focus to Ringo. "Where did that take place?!"

Ringo gazes at Eve out of the corner of her eyes. "Doesn't matter anymore. It leaves at the end, hence the constant replay."

An irritated scowl plagues Eve and is about to issue a remark, but suddenly registers a certain character go pass her posterior. Soon after, the turquoise-eyed adult navigates her attention to the right so she can pursue a young man as she represents a dumbfounded demeanor with her jaw hanging.

Ringo displays curiosity, having noted Eve's attitude. "What is it?"

Eve promptly portrays a strict expression as she starts walking toward where the guy went. "Get Fey, Ringo. Inform her that a mayor opportunity popped up. Be sure to point her to my direction."

Ringo continually watches Eve while becoming silent.

Afterwards, Eve stealthily follows whoever she spotted for quite some time via hiding behind nearby structures until finding herself at a deserted Train Station and ceases her movement ahead of it, even though the fellow had entered. During that, the beauty inspects the establishment's exterior while detecting the rough condition it's in as she thinks with suspicion emitted, "He purposely led me here. He's aware that I was tailing 'im." Eve eventually resumes her course as she's immediately greeted at the place's reinforced glass door by a bullet soaring toward her face. Fortunately, the tanned lady reacted fast enough to elude the attack through performing a dodge roll towards her left.

Then, it's revealed that the person who shot at Eve is Callahan as he sees her take cover toward the backside of a row of metallic seats. Concurrently, the Irish has his right hand carrying a Glock, aiming the weapon towards Eve's position, and plainly utters, "You're either brave or stupid."

Eve gets into a crouching stance with her posterior to the row she's utilizing for defense while grabbing the broadsword's handle via her right hand and strives to peer over the united chairs.

Callahan quickly fires at the sight of Eve's head, barely missing thanks to her ducking. "The latter's more realistic, isn't it?"

Eve grits her teeth out of anger and slowly maneuvers herself to the right end of the row from Callahan's perspective.

Callahan shows a scrutinizing conduct as he steadily tracks Eve, capable of that because of the chick's legs being visible from the seat's bottom part. "I got my answer."

Eve reaches her destination before sharply breathing to muster her courage. This concludes with the dame implementing a sprint towards Callahan from around the seats upon drawing out her sword to horizontally wield it at her left by use of both hands as she releases a battle-cry.

Callahan subtly steers his Glock to point it downward a tad while easily interfering with Eve's charge through embedding a bullet into her left leg.

Eve grimaces amidst staggering somewhat, although manages to keep her balance and thinks with an upset behavior demonstrated as she observes Callahan, "I couldn't tell which way it was coming! I was planning on weaving to avoid it!"

Callahan launches several additional shots at Eve, but this time, the sleek-haired woman rapidly deflects the projectiles with the broadsword as that mildly impresses the male. "You possess substantial skill. I wonder if you'll be as much of a headache as the one I fought earlier."

Eve's briefly overrun by intrigue prior to concentrating on the task at hand while persevering through the agony tormenting her injured limb to dash toward Callahan.

Callahan swiftly recedes and fires again with his left hand poised toward his rear.

Eve swipes away the accelerating shells as she arrives close to Callahan's anterior and wildly slashes at him.

Callahan nonchalantly blocks the blade with his gun amidst pulling out his left hand to plant the Glock's muzzle onto Eve's forehead, containing his western limb curled due to the minor space the pair own between each other.

Eve moderately panics while contemplating to try evading the weapons path, but registers Callahan's threatening appearance as she's rendered petrified.

Callahan slants his head toward the right. "Count your blessings. I'm lagging a little, so I didn't shoot your brains out at the beginning."

Eve tenaciously grins to deploy a tough composition. "You're pretty arrogant." The adult's broadsword abruptly splits into 8 horizontal divisions while expanding sufficiently to wrap around Callahan's right arm.

Callahan's eyes widen a bit from astonishment with his head straightened until feeling his body getting tugged forward, compliments of Eve hurriedly whipping him over her once she commandeered herself in the opposite direction. As a result, the criminal ascends into the air while situated upside-down, however, shoots at Eve throughout.

Eve hastily contorts herself onward, eluding the numerous projectiles, before passionately shouting, "He's all yours, Fey!"

Fey instantly presents herself beneath Callahan's cranium after having rushed from the Train Station's entrance way and prepares her left hand to strike the foe with a callous attitude brimming. Following that, the leotard-endowed individual rams her fingers upon the right of Callahan's collarbone while quickly baffled that she couldn't sink her appendage into it as she thinks, "Metal?!"

Callahan immediately lands a right kick onto the top of Fey's skull, hurling her toward the terrain with a harsh thud echoing on impact.

Eve emanates a distraught demeanor while focusing towards Fey prior to keying on Callahan because of him modifying his angling as he descends to the Russian's location with both Glocks fixed upon her back. Not wasting a second, the jacketed female lunges forth since there isn't much of a distance from her and Fey as she fends off the multiple shots administered by Callahan.

In the meantime, Callahan's fall persists to the point that he perches his feet on Eve's shoulders as his weight causes her to drop her rear atop Fey's posterior, putting both chicks at a disadvantageous pose.

Eve fiercely stares at Callahan, who maintains both Glocks to his adversaries, and has her arms pinned via the lad's feet. "Why are you stalling?! You're infamous for gunning down people with minimal delay! Am I wrong, Crest Callahan?!"

Callahan smiles out of amusement while slightly cocking his head left. "It's obvious you knew my identity. I'm the guy worth $3 billion dead, only." The white-haired character lowers his guns as he removes himself from Eve and Fey via journeying backwards while repairing his head again. "You speak the truth about my reputation. I kill anyone who dares disturb me, even if it's something petty." Callahan veers his attention toward the right. "Though my instincts are compelling me to break that habit. For now at least."

A confused expression envelopes Eve as she faintly leans toward Callahan. "How come?"

Callahan views Eve out of the corner of his eyes while radiating a menacing conduct, frowning in the process. "None of your business."

Eve gulps with a stunned behavior exhibited.

Callahan promptly turns away from Eve and Fey as he walks towards the Train Stations opposing end, where the worn out tracks reside, while casually dismantling his guns in front of his abdomen with his vision set forward. "Stay there, unless you want me to change my mind."

Silence overtakes the large, waiting area in its entirety as Eve witnesses Callahan leave.

Eventually, Fey delivers an annoyed order while her right cheek is pressed against the cold, tile floor thanks to Eve's ass being on her head, "Get the hell off me, Eve!"

*Scene Change*

Doyenne stands ahead of Eve and Fey, both dames having gone back to Virago's Bridge, as she strokes her strands of hair via her right hand while her arms are partially entwined. Plus, the young lady's expelling animosity while near the main monitor's anterior and sternly asks, "You comprehend that I was about to go looking for you, right?"

Eve, refraining from making eye contact with Doyenne through possessing her sight to the floor, is well aware that she's talking to her amidst timidly nodding as her broadsword's on her back once more. "Yeah..."

Doyenne attempts to restrain her fury. "You defied your punishment. When has that never been a mistake?"

Eve purses her lips together while worry consumes her.

Doyenne scoffs. "Funny thing is that you returned empty handed. The excuse you had were here before you. You're lucky that when I questioned if they even left, they told me the truth. Of course, there was nothing in stake for them to feel like they needed to lie, but any asshole would solely to put somebody through hell. You oughta' thank them to that extent."

Eve grovels under her breath, emitting aggravation, and gazes toward the right.

Doyenne suddenly switches her concentration to the right due to Fey being poised at Eve's left, sustaining most of her personality. "Why weren't you with Ringo's group by the way? They could've gotten assaulted. Fortunately, Gabriela's handling their safety."

Fey crosses her arms as she motions her head toward Eve in a lackadaisical manner. "Blame, Eve. She made Ringo inform me that it was imperative to pursue her."

Doyenne alters her focus to Eve again with skepticism displayed. "Really? Did it concern our guest? You actually went to the lengths of getting Fey involved to give your escapade solid validity?"

Eve brings her vision to Doyenne while portraying a solemn attitude and lifts her right fist onward. "No, I found Crest!"

Bewilderment encompasses the whole room for a temporary period until Doyenne aims her attention to Fey. "Can you confirm that?"

Fey nods. "He admitted it when Eve stated his complete name."

Marie unprecedentedly blurts out from her post. "Ay, dios! Why couldn't I had met him?!"

Doyenne stations her hands beside her hips and marches toward Eve while intently watching the silver-haired woman.

Eve becomes nervous as she depicts Doyenne stopping a couple of inches from her.

Doyenne soon summons a sorrowful demeanor, her eyes getting watery, prior to hugging Eve while crying out, "You dumb ass! Don't be insane enough to fight one of the universes Most Wanted! You could've died!"

Eve's jaw momentarily hangs from surprise before smirking and reciprocates Doyenne's embrace with glee showing. "Sorry... I was hoping to finally grant us our desires. That sort of money wouldn't deteriorate so fast."

Tessa joins the conversation as she demonstrates sincerity. "If that's ever to occur, we all have to be involved. You and Fey are strong, however, those seven can overthrow governments with their capabilities. Be more smart and careful next time."

Eve navigates her sight towards Tessa to nod in acceptance, but abruptly keys onto Doyenne because of malice seeping from the chick.

Tightening her grasp of Eve, Doyenne drives her gaze to the tanned female. "Doesn't signify that you're off the hook. You understand, don't you, Eve?"

Stress rapidly blankets Eve while letting out a few whimpers until a scream of dismay reverberates.

Not long after, Virago's ready to exit the Fuel Station as every supply gathered by the maids have been stored in a handful of rooms. With that, the brown ship flies through the sky while ascending toward space.

During that, Suta lies his posterior upon a hovering Iota, choosing to relax in Virago's hangar instead of his quarters, and analyzes his surrounding with delight brimming as he thinks, "I can sense it. The determination. They're both perfect."

At the same time, Callahan sits on one of the city's skyscrapers with his legs dangling over the tall building's edge while registering the Virago soaring at his upper right, intrigue plaguing him. He then glances at the crowded streets as a bored behavior surfaces while muttering, "I'm done with this joint. 3 months here did the trick." Callahan peers toward the sector of the sky above him and grins. "I'm motivated to resume the chaos. I got a hunch that I'll run into that star up there if I do." The Irish establishes viciousness. "I won't tolerate another shitty excuse. I always kill those who piss me off."

*Scene Change*

Anemone pushes Virgil against a wall, the duo residing in the hall near their respective room, as she yells in an upset tone with her right hand's index finger pointed at her best friend, "You're a massive dick!"

Virgil chuckles with a carefree conduct emanating and observes Anemone's eyes. "And you're inconsiderate. Suta mentioned that you were merely worried over me. His survival matters too."

Anemone's quite flustered by Virgil's remark while dropping her raised appendage and creates a bit of separation. "Why should I be concerned?! It hasn't been much since we met him!"

Virgil sighs as he rolls his eyes to the right prior to reverting his vision to Anemone. "Correct, although he's the reason we're still alive. That goes especially for me."

Anemone scoffs with her concentration towards her bottom left and mumbles, "He's why we were dragged deep into space..." The Asian suddenly recalls a specific detail as she mounts her attention back to Virgil with criticism exhibited. "What was the meaning of you going off by yourself anyway?"

Virgil instantly grows serious before detaching himself from the wall while gesturing his right hand at Anemone as he steers his constitution towards the left. "We oughta' go into my room if you honestly wanna' know."

Anemone simply witnesses Virgil traveling to his quarters until her curiosity ultimately forced her to follow him with the automated door shutting behind the teen. After that, the pair sit upon Virgil's bed while the green-eyed damsel inquires with her being fairly close to the fellow's left, "What's up?"

Virgil somberly responds as his eyes are glued with Anemone's. "I saw Earth 03's Black Ops. They had targeted the guy Suta battled. He killed them like they were nothing. Nobody would've believed it was them by how effortlessly he made it seem, but their gear fit the designs I studied."

Anemone's awestruck and swiftly pulls herself rearward from Virgil. "But they usually stay in our galaxy for their missions!" She draws herself toward Virgil again. "He must've done something to anger the government!"

Virgil nods with a firm expression portrayed. "Apparently, he's the 4th most wanted criminal in the universe."

Anemone can't hide her disbelief. "Then he's Crest Callahan!"

Virgil slants his head to the right while substantially dumbfounded. "How are you aware of that?"

Anemone bashfully replies as she deviates her focus to the wall ahead of the duo. "Well, my parents advised me to research a number of fields in case I didn't pass my flight examinations. Law was one of them." The blue-haired person plants her left hand at her head's posterior while mildly laughing, viewing Virgil once more.

Virgil chuckles and shifts his sight to the ceiling. "All parents are the same, I guess..." The young man unexpectedly remembers the multiple deaths of the Black Ops members as he shivers in dread.

Anemone notices Virgil's action while becoming worried. "You okay?"

Virgil brings his gaze toward Anemone, wielding his head tilted back throughout, as he issues an assuring smile. "Yeah. Just a little cold." The Caucasian directs his vision to the right while zoning out as he thinks, "Crest Callahan. He ends life without an ounce of remorse. What caused him to be like that?"

*Scene Cuts To Black*

To Be Continued...