East Jerusalem, Palestine

"Charlie, are you sure the children are being held here?" She screamed sprinting through town with bullets colliding with her Raxus Shield.

"Yes, Princess the warehouse should be about 3 blocks from your current location." His confirmation was all she needed; tensions were rising; rioters littered the streets praying for a reason to lash out against one another. A couple of hours ago, radicals attacked a Palestini school and kidnapped several children--children believed to be mutants. Via FB live the suspects claimed to be of Israeli descent, the claims sent the land of Palestine into an uproar. On a day as clear as this...the suspects didn't expect lightning to strike, and when it did It released the Mazoi Princess--Ziccarra Liafador.

Dashing through the packed streets chasing down a van, with her shield and braclets working overtime to prevent a sproadic round from penetrating her pristine features; she begin to process ways to disable the van altogether. "You know you could just teleport" Charlie suggest via her ear piece. "I do not know why I always forget that I can do that" Mid-stride the Goddess' frame gradually faded out until she was nothing more than an afterimage; she reappeared on the good of the van. "I gave you a chance to stop. My patience has worn thin mortals" Throwing mountain moving fist into the engine, the van came to an abrupt stop.

Their gunshots were dwarfed in comparison to the various riots taking place around them. Dashing forward just enough to grab the barrel; the Cape Princess disarmed one man before stealing his arm with her blade. Blood drip off the tip of "Medusa's head" there was no need to wipe the fresh blood--there was more to be had.

Ducking under a strangely well executed jab, she pulled her shield backwards using it to backhand the 2nd gunman out of the way, while she inpaled the third. Before the second gunmen could rebound, the cackle and hiss of her bullwhip left him lying on the ground with a huge "Z" cut into his chest.

"Charlie, I have the children." Opening the back of the van trying to cast a calm demenor, she noticed all the children here were--"mutants"

"Say what?" Charlie chimed in again.

"These children are mutants. Just like the ones we rescued in El Salvador." She was curious now, the last three rescue missions involved children that were mutants--which was sort of a new development.

"Has our guy switched his MO?" He asked, but Ziccarra really didn't know. She'd find out who was running this ring and when she didl she'd collect his head. "Looks like it, but right now I have to find the rest of the children before a war breaks out"

"Yeah, you might want to do that. You also might want to fly this time girlie." Charlie was a friend of Ziccarra's grandfather, he was also her godfather; in her later years the old man played a huge role in shaping her development and helping her to establish Liafador International--a company Zeon now seemingly had control of.

"Make sure the local authorities pick the children up. I'll foward you the coordinates to where I left them"

The concrete broke under the sheer force of her take off, she needed to find the warehouse, but the archaic technology on her body didn't facilitate the search. "So uh you gotta plan B dollface?"

"I can probably find them by their thoughts, but I will first need to isolate the rest of the city. Do not call me dollface." She said closing her eyes.

Ziccarra had the ability to find and locate anyone in the city; with enough focus she could broaden that search country wide. What she was asking herself to do here; was find a group of scared children in a city full of riots.

"This would be so much easier, If I had Alexis' speed" she murmured, narrowing her search down to a couple of block excluding the thoughts of men and women. "I-I-found them Charlie."

"You know I gotta ask, why are these people rioting. You'd think they'd be ready for war, not destroying their own city." Charlie was right, these Palestinians weren't retaliating against the Israeli's they were destroying their own homes.

"I suspect meta-human influence." Dive bombing into the warehouse the remaining gunmen scattered, they were taken off guard.

With a simple flick of her wrist, three psi-daggars impaled three of the gunmen, before turning her attention to a man wearing a black mask.

"Hmm..the Goddess huh" He said smugly, his voice was course almost as if something had been done to his vocal cords. He stood about her height, and didn't carry any indication of an accent so she assumed him to be American. "Who are you, and why are you kidnapping children" Z spat with her shield still hoist.

"Who I am no longer matters, you've officially over stayed your welcome" From his suit, he brandish a pistol; but before he could point the weapon in her direction--Her conquistador bullwhip was lodged around his wrist. He pulled back, which immediatly surprised Z; she hadn't expected him to be so strong.

Moving closer with her left hand still grasping her rope; and her right hand clasping her shield, Z bobbed and weaved in and out of his punches. As a mortal Ziccarra was natrually passive; she didn't too much care to fight--but Shira? The Goddess? she was nothing short of truculent.

Things like this excite her, his fist smashed against the hull of her shield, the lissom Goddess executed a back leg sweep bringing down the masked abductor pinning him to the ground with her shield lightly touching his neck.

Most situations like this were brought to a bloodly quietus, but information was needed; and she sought to get it.

"Tis clear by your combat skills that you are not in charge, who do you work for?" He tried to fight, but the Princess bore down with the majority of her weight on his core preventing him from going anywhere.

"Go to hell" he cursed, Ziccarra's blade lightly grazed his neck in retaliation. "I have what I came here for. The children are safe, I have no need for you. I will find your employer one way or another. Do you want to be alive or dead when that happens--that is your choice." Ziccarra's cerulean tinted eyes never wavered, he could see she meant it. Even with her stoic demeanor Ziccarra could slit his throat and think nothing of it.

"We call him the Architect, no one knows who he is exactly. He sends us our orders through messengers. We were only abducting human children, about a month ago we switched focus to mutants and metas."

Finally, she was getting somewhere. "Where was the last known location of YOUR messenger?" She asked, having turned back to see the rest of the children locked in shock proof cages.

"Tokyo, a guy sent me my message from Tokyo. He never gave a name."

"Charles book me a flight to Tokyo as soon as possible." she commanded, once again turning her pacific gaze back to the man in the black mask.

"Turn off the signal your using to cause the riots."

"I can't once I put it out, I can't turn it off until it's run it's course." He squirmed. "Or...unless you're dead... Children..."

"Turn away" Ziccarra called out hooking her Conquistador Bullwhip around his neck like a noose.