Killer grinned. "Leave it to me. In fact, if I'm already gonna be in the building, I can set up some of the bombs too. No one knows my face. Yet." She said. "And I know it's not my place, but it seems like a few of you won't be able to go through with it when the time comes, maybe this should be only a two or three person job. The fewer people the better. That way there is less a chance of getting caught, and if one of us is, well... How much pain can you guys take?"
"I got captured by some of my old enemies once." Cole walked over to the explosives, "they tortured me wanting me to spill the information where I hid their money. I didn' tell them." Then Cole unzipped his back and lifted up the shirt under it revealing a bunch of scars. "But we will need people. It'll be all of us or none. Besides we have reliable people Killer, you should know that."
"I know nothing about any of you. I was an outsider even when I was a member of the Caged. They're so concerned I don't have those self righteous morals that the rest of you have." Killer said. "But that's in the past, I'm here to help at all costs. I've been an independent mercenary for almost a year now, and I've learned a lot, but still not enough." Killer's face fell from the cool indifference and playful ferocity that had become her nature and shifted into something stormy and full of emotion. "Do any of you remember this man?" She asked Cole and Kenzey, taking a very worn photograph out her pocket of a man in his thirties with brown hair and brown eyes and a flat expression. "He went by Sam a while ago, but that's not his real name."
Cole's eyes widened, he stole the picture and held it high. Cole instantly felt sad, "... I believe this is- or was my mentor.... Don't worry if you hold any grudges against him, I do too." Cole clenched his fists.
"Trace and I can get into the main building. I'll have him evacuate the place while I set up the bombs. It should go smoothly enough."
"Don't remind me. I'm gonna go take care of a few things," Kenzey says.
Killer looked like she had been slapped in the face. "Your mentor? Do you know where I could find him? What he goes by now? Do you know anything about him?" She asked in a rush, before she stepped back and turned around, staring at the table of bombs. "This man took everything from me and then some, I'm not gonna lie, I mean to cause him great pain and misery, but this plan, it comes first." She said, nodding at the bombs.
Cole turned to Kenzey, "good. I'll be putting faith in you guys." Cole watched turned on the faucet in the basement and watched it drip after a while he turned it off and turned around.
Cole shook his head, "no. I no longer remain in contact with him. He killed my family."
Kenzey frowns, walking inside quickly. What if we're not the heroes? What if we're the bad guys? she thinks, biting her lip. What if we aren't helping, but causing more problems?