Neutrality Order (TomBoo)

N.E. - Chapter 7

Whenever Tommy wasn't cleaning the dorms, he was gathering information from everyone he could, sending his own payment in return, and calling in yet another favor from Ponk to have him obscured from their vision. Hours after asking, he sent him a device to clip onto his belt that would hide him from their infrared vision.

A good trade-in for lending his brain out to his mentally-controlled spy drone. As long as his brains weren't fried by the end.

And when he wasn't information-gathering, he was training.

While under house arrest, he didn't have the luxury of the gym facilities, but he had space to do things the old-fashioned way, which was fine by him. He incorporated meditation into that as well, needing to be CERTAIN he could clear his mind at a moment's notice, even in the middle of a rough fight.

More importantly, for when he was going to be facing Overhaul again.

Tommy was thankful Aizawa possibly told his classmates to ixnay on bothering him about his house arrest, having only gotten his homework delivered by Ant for the past two days, and making his routine of being 'shunned' in a way until his punishment was over something known and not to be interrupted, and then on the third night, thankfully a weekend-night, he was good to go.

He pulled on his underground costume; his black hoodie over multi-pocket cargo pants, his blackout mask, and gloves, and filled his pockets with his essentials- extra disguise pieces, his broken phone and earbuds, his burner phone with an insta-link to his normal phone for emergency incoming calls, info-notebooks, and then clipped the security scrambler to his belt.

Making sure everything was good to go and settled, he opened his balcony door and slid into the night, undetected by security.

As soon as he was alone, he pulled off the blackout mask, put on tinted glasses, and clipped on some earrings and a fake snake bite piercing before getting on the train toward his destination.

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"You are NOT going to believe who's here."

Overhaul looked up from his tedious paperwork, eyes narrowing at Setsuno. "Is it that disease-ridden little brat?" he asked, in regards to Ranboo. Just being NEAR that guy made his own skin itch.

"No, someone more interesting." Setsuno held up his phone from a contact further into a thicker network of the villain broker business, showing an image of a figure whose face and hands seemed to be nothing but a void. "This guy's gotten to be pretty valuable in the villain circuit, having tasty info on whoever you might have an issue with. And get this -he trades this for any word of where that Ranboo guy is!"

Overhaul sat up straight. "And he's HERE."

"Asking for you personally." Setsuno put his phone away. "Just thought I'd let you know."

Overhaul thought for a minute; Ranboo was already giving him valuable pieces of the Syndicate to work with, but the diseased man himself had no real offering for him to speak of. This underground informant must know Ranboo was around here, somewhere.

If he played his cards right, he could possibly hold out for more information on the heroes swamping his city until he delivered Ranboo right to him.

"Send him in."

Setsuno arched a brow. "...yessir," he said, then turned around, jumping and having his hand on his katana when he saw the figure standing in the doorway. "HOW IN THE-"

The figure held his hands up, showing he was unarmed. "My time is precious," he said, his voice sounding rough and distorted and straight to the point. "And I don't aim to cause any trouble."