Everyone was getting ready to move out. The plans had been made, edited, then finalized. Weapons were gathered, people called in, things set in motion.

More plans were in work than any of the criminals really knew.

Izuku had woken up in the dead of night, reached under his bed and grabbed the box he taped underneath the frame along with what looked like a clicker from between his bed and the wall. Tucking the small box into the folds of his robe, he shuffled out of his room under the guise of getting a glass of water.

Keeping the sleepy look to his body language and facial expression, he crept into the kitchen. The device his hand curled around was aimed at the camera in the corner of the room from under his arm. With a simple click, Izuku knew that the camera was shut off.

A risky move to be in the room when that happened, but he only had to keep them fooled for a day. Maybe looking back on it they'll see what he did, but hopefully by then it would have been too late.

Izuku dashed for the metal door to the fridge that held all the blood Akane had stored. He had maybe five minutes before someone would come along, he needed to be quick.

He opened the small box, taking out a baggy filled with tiny, white pills. He had made these himself around two years ago, pretending that he was just developing a different weapon for himself. Well, not really pretending but lying about how he'd use it.

No scent, no taste, and best of all . . . Slow releasing but fast acting.

Perfect for what he needed.

The shelves of the walk-in fridge were lined with containers, plastic bowls with black lids. On those lids were labels, specifying the date taken, the blood type, and whose it was. Filled with blood.

Whenever she prepared for a fight, Akane filled pouches with this blood. Normally she picked whatever her fancy for that day was. With why she was doing this whole operation, and what she thought would be the outcome in the end, Izuku was pretty sure she'd fill up with only his.

That's why the section full of his blood, tucked away in the corner for safekeeping, is where he started.

Every container got half a pill, and that was plenty to take her down.

He used the extra to cover however many other containers that could, not bothering to save any. He knew the formula by heart, if he ever needed more he could make it by memory.

Izuku ducked out of the fridge, grabbed a glass of water and started sipping right before a guard came into the kitchen. Blinking in false surprise and confusion, the teen watched as the tall man looked around. Without a word, the guard ducked his head towards Izuku, recognizing the Queen's Rabbit, then left.

Letting out a relieved sigh, Izuku drained the glass and sat it down in the sink.

Padding his way back to his bedroom, Izuku ran through a mental list of things he still had to do.

However, everything else had to wait until the next morning. So he crawled into bed, closed his eyes, and forced himself to clear his mind enough to sleep.

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Suiting up the next day felt like he was signing a contact. His Will maybe . . . Heh.

Izuku had convinced Akane to let him use a separate car than her, and the reasons he listed were valid . . . Just not all that he had in mind. It would make it easier to sneak from a different direction, it'd be harder to track multiple cars fleeing in the end, and it meant they could bring more stuff.

If it also happened to give Izuku the chance to manipulate the driver to help set up his escape, and more wiggle room in which to work . . . Oh well.

Night was falling and most everyone was waiting in the cars outside for the go-ahead. Izuku was putting the last of his timed explosives around.

He had tucked two in his room, one under the bed-right against the wall, and the other on the inside wall of the bathroom. Others were placed on important structural supports, hidden away in alcoves, and two special ones were slid under the throne in the Throne Room.

He didn't need complete destruction, just enough that it got the message across.

In each office space that important documents were filed, Izuku had extra powerful packages. Those were more focused on literal fire-power than blast radius.

Now, how had he gotten all of these things? He raided the armory. Over time, and only one or two at a time, never enough to get noticed or anything. But it built up over the years.

Could you tell he'd been planning this for awhile?

Anyways, the timer was set for three-and-a-half hours. Enough time for them to depart, start the raid, get a good way through the operation, and for Izuku to slip away with Eri.

Izuku grabbed his duffle-bag from the green nightmare that was where he slept, and bounced his way towards the car.

"Hey, Mister!" His driver turned towards Izuku from where he leaned against the car they'd be using. "When we head off I'll need you to make a pit stop so I can drop this off. It's just like, extra toys and stuff, and probably not needed but . . . I'm just so nervous for this whole thing!" Izuku giggled, swaying back and forth on the balls of his feet as he scrunched up his nose. "I'll be getting a baby sister! Ah! I'm just so excited!" Wiggling his waist, he brought his balled fists up to his face and squealed.

The driver grunted, shrugging. He didn't seem pleased, more annoyed, but not enough to willing go against the Queen's Rabbit and risk punishment.

"Thank you, Mister!" Izuku hopped into the car, reaching into his pocket for his earpiece. Tapping the device on, he spoke into the mic. "Mother, are we ready yet? I really wanna go get Eri-Chan!" He let out another squeal, wiggling. He couldn't let go of the physical side of his mask, especially with the driver looking at him through the mirror.

"Yes, Bunny. We'll be going in a few minutes." Akane cooed, and he could just picture the grin on her face. "Remember, Mommy loves you, and if you do you best you'll get a special prize!"

"Yay! Thank you!" Izuku fought back a retch, stomach tossing at the insinuation. "Love you too!"

A humming was heard in his ear before she barked out orders to the rest of the gathered group.

Izuku kept fairly quiet, humming to himself and keeping the smile up on his face, until he told the driver where to pull off of the road. He tucked the duffle bag half under a dumpster and half under loose trash to hide it. Then he climbed back in, and let the driver take him the rest of the way.

The driver was a middle-aged man, balding with frown lines around his mouth, who wore a standard black suit. All of Akane's minions wore formal suits, however they were made from material that made them much more sturdy and resistant to a lot of basic quirks.

When they pulled up to the side of the road, parked here until it was time to move in, Izuku watched as the three people whose quirks would be used to collapse this side of the tunnels underground.

No one else was over on this side, to get the focus elsewhere and let Izuku slip in that much easier. Streetlamps, and the lights from windows shown down and lit up the night.

All Izuku had to do was wait for the first explosion, then he could go. He checked over all his things, weapons all in place, then he ran through his plan once last time.

He had done everything he could, now it was just to set the final part into motion.

Hopefully, it went well. Or . . . Well . . . At least he gets Eri out.

Izuku had just unlocked the door, gloves already set to help him stick to the wall that he'd need to climb, when he heard the echo and concussion effect of the explosions. Three, one right after the other.

His signal to Eri.

And out of the car he slipped, across the small width of the sidewalk, and over the large wall.

More explosions rang out, grenades and other devices creating more cover for the others and damage to the building. It was a war zone already, and by the angry cries he heard closing in, the real fighting was going to start soon.

Basic human instinct would be to check out what happened, meaning they cleared out this corner of the complex. Making it that much easier for Izuku to run his way over to the nearest window.

Probably reinforced, bullet proof, and all that.

However, there was always a weakness to making doors and windows so hard to get through. The walls beside them were almost never as impenetrable.

Izuku placed a sticky grenade to the base of the wall, praying that the sound would be covered up by everything else, and ducked for cover before it went off.

Passing through the hole left in the concrete was easy, after the small blast left a space just big enough for someone of his build to crawl through. The room he entered was obviously a cover room, everything on the first floor was with the basic furniture and decorations.

Izuku wasted no time as he dashed for the nearest staircase.

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Eri hugged her legs to her chest, tremors wracking her small body.

Her room was as hollow and empty as ever, the stark white and sterile smell not soothing the constant unease that rest in her belly.

She bit down on her lip, it had been two days since the nice boy had visited. He had made her room not so scary . . .

His bright smile lit up even her darkest thoughts, his warm hands chased away the chills that always wracked her tiny frame, his strong arms wrapped around her and held her together.

She had only a few minutes with him, but she knew he was good.

So, she waited.

She hoped.

She prayed.

She dreamed.

Therefore . . . When she heard three blasts, one right after the other before shouts and calls followed . . .

Eri cried out in joy as he wrenched her mattress away from the wall and grabbed the small bag she had been given. Her fingers shook as she tore off the black sticker like the boy told her to, pulling up her leg to stick it underneath the arch of her foot.

She slung the handle over her shoulders, and threw open her door. They never bothered to lock it, they were so sure she'd never run.

Their mistake. Her luck.

The slap of her bare feet hitting the ground was the only sound as he kept a tight grip on the spray in her right hand while her left gripped one of the small round things she was told to throw.

She just needed to get down. All the exits were on the first floor, she was on the third.

She just had to get further away.

Eri made it to the hallway in front of the stairwell before she saw anyone. One of the men that were hired to guard the place they held her. He wore a basic bird mask, a gun in his hands, and he stared at her in something like shock.

The sound of another explosion, this one closer, shook them both out of their stupor. The man reached for her, but all Eri had to do was toss the orb down on the ground.

She ducked down, before hauling herself back to her feet as the man's shout of alarm chased her down the stairs.

On the second floor was where she saw the boy again.

All that separated them was a stretch of hallway and two guards. These two weren't wearing masks, so they were either new or stupid.

Well, their loss. Eri cried out as she raised the spray and pressed down as hard as she could. She took down one man, the other fell to the boy's hands.

There wasn't any blood, no red flowing, so he hadn't killed the man . . . Most likely. 

Eri didn't really care at the point, though.

"Unicorn!" The boy cried out, scooping her up in those strong arms. "Okay," He took a deep breath, smiling at her. "Let's get the hell out of here." She nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck as tight as she dared.

His arms circled her, holding her against his chest. Eri had never felt this safe.

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Izuku had expect much more resistant. He wasn't complaining, though. Maybe his plan worked better than he thought?

He jumped over the unconscious form of the man he had to get past on his way to the second floor, making a break for the room he had entered through.

The way he came into the compound was a no-go, not with the driver there and waiting. So, Izuku came to a stop at the wall quite a ways away from the corner he had used as his route in. He cupped the girl's head, smoothing down the beautiful white hair that shone in the moonlight.

"Unicorn, I need you to get on my back so we can climb the wall." Izuku helped the girl shift to his back, clicking his gloves so they went back to sticking mode. Hauling himself and Eri over the wall worked well, the only downside being that they could have been spotted by those flying around.

However, Izuku didn't see anyone fighting this far over.

Landing on his feet, bringing Eri around to huddle into his chest, Izuku looked left and right before taking off. Snatching the ears from his head, along with his mask as he ran with his arms full was no easy feat, but he got it done. He threw them to the ground, then wrapped his arm back around Eri.

"We're almost there, hang on Unicorn."