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The Kamino Incident

Jules asked, both curious and a little perturbed. "Did I hear that right? Isn't his father Endeavour? A hero?"
Izuku sighed, shaking his head, not that they could see that, of course. "Yes, yes you did. And yes, he is. The target has been ID'd. Make your way to Suzie's position if you can. Wait until they get outside of the auction house before moving in."
Morrison was quick to respond, wanting to eliminate as much risk as possible. "Rodger. What is his quirk?"
And, true to form, Izuku broke down the quirk in simple terms. "Half hot Half cold. Can make fire from his left and ice from his right. Hates his father, and has unresolved issues that make it less dangerous to attack from the left, as he refuses to use his fire. He might change his mind if cornered, though so don't rely on that info alone."
Smiling to himself, Frank told... no reassured him. "Don't worry. He can't escape us."
Izuku nodded, still downhearted by the fact it was Shoto. Just shows that even when you think you know a guy... you don't. "Good."

Shoto Todoroki walked from the auction, disappointed, but not overly so. He'd tried his best, but not even Shigaraki's master had a quintillion dollars. Even combined with his father's money, it wouldn't be enough. So, there was only one thing to do now... and that was to make himself scarce. As he passed a disheveled newspaper stand, he could hear Aizawa speaking to the press. It was about Bakugo's kidnapping during the Training Camp. He was already a real piece of work, the both of them. Combine that with his father's attitude... maybe being a hero is just being an asshole for the right people. Typical. He's covering their own ass, just like... him... His face twisted into a scowl as he continued on.

Covering his head with a red lined hood, he made his way back towards the bar that had been the League's base for the past 10 years or so... and Shigaraki wouldn't be too happy to hear that he didn't get the "miracle cure". He scoffed internally, about how he could believe that it did what the senile old man said it did... but he still gave it his all. To no avail. Apparently everyone else there was well aware of its value. I'm surprised so many believed that snake oil salesman... all of those things were grossly overpriced parlor tricks. Especially with that table. While grotesque, it's just a table. In the end, it was no loss from him, and he continued walking back.

Bakugo should be awake by now, he thought, amused by the fact that he in particular was the one that had been captured. The blond was a rabid miniature of his father, and he hated the both of them for their similarities. He may struggle, but it didn't matter. He would be stuck until the heroes arrived. Remembering his looks, and the fact that he was on public TV before, Shoto put on a surgical mask, so that he wouldn't be identified. Not by the locals, anyways. However, as he walked back, he heard music. Turning around, there was a man in a suit right behind him. He was from the auction. Why is he following me? He was about to strike out when he noticed there was another to his left. Each path was being blocked off. They wore masks. Two were mirrors, deranged smiles with circles around their eyes. One had a bloody handprint on it. A different one with blue hair had a mask with no discernable face on it, while the last had a skull looking one. They were clearly here for him. There was no way out without a fight, and they all knew it. Speaking quickly, he demanded to know: "What do you want?"

"You, to come quietly." The leader, the one with the... cleaner... of the two smile masks said. He was tall, but not the tallest. But height did not equate to power. That was something he knew all too well.

Shoto spat back, "Like I'd do that..."

The man was amused when he responded back, tensing up. "You don't have a choice."
The boy smiled. Even though he didn't know who these people are, nor their quirks, he was confident he could overpower them. His ice would be more than enough. "Oh, I don't think so!" Using it, he created a jagged glacier... confident that he'd get out of this trap easily enough...