Grey Line

Safe House

Hawks furrowed his brows and stepped behind Mika, "How did you know the address?"

Shouta Aizawa stood outside in the hallway, he was dressed casual, in a pair of faded jeans and a sweater underneath his jacket, his hands were shoved in the pockets, dark eyes looking at Mika, "Mikasa, can we talk?"

She thought for a moment before nodding, stepping out of the way. Hawks stayed where he was, eyeing the other man suspiciously. Aizawa met his gaze before moving past him. Mika nudged his shoulder closing the door and locking it.

"So, what can I do for you," she placed her hands behind her back, "Should I expect police sirens or?"

"No, nothing like that," his eyes glanced at Hawks, "I just wanted to have an open discussion."

"He knows," Hawks leaned against the wall, watching them.

"How do you know," Aizawa looked at him.

"I told him," Mika sat on the arm of her couch, "He asked."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because you never asked," Mika sighed, "You were too busy preaching at me and getting in my face...would you have believed me?"

Aizawa scoffed, "Of course I would have."

"Speaking up didn't do any good with the Commission, so when you started in on me..."

"I'm sorry." His dark eyes looked at the ground, "I should've been a better mentor."

"It's fine," Mika looked at him, the regret on his face and sadness in his eyes made her feel a deep sadness for someone who was once like a brother to her, "We all have our reasons for what we do."

"Yeah but that doesn't always make it right," he looked at her, "I see what you're doing to help."

She shrugged, "I'm trying."

"Please let me know if I can help," he stood and ruffled her hair as he walked past, "Be careful."

She swatted his hand away, "Tell your other half I said hello."

He looked at Hawks, "Tread lightly."

The winged hero grinned at his threat, "Always do I."

When the door clicked she let out a long breath. That was short, but intense. Hawks locked the door back and walked over to her, "You good?"

"Yes," she smiled, "Once more, I am fine."

"We have a few more hours until sundown," he looked out of the window, "What is your plan?"

"I have a safe house." She looked at him.

"You do?"

"Yeah," she chuckled, "Do you not Mr. Famous Hero?"

He blinked, "No..."

"I figured you of all people would have one," she moved from the couch and grabbed her laptop, opening it. She began to pull up maps and hack into the police precinct.

"What are you doing," he leaned over her shoulder.

"I'm hacking into the records for recent incidents, looking to see if there a pattern of any kind."

God she's hot. He cleared his throat, "How did you learn how to do this?"

"I was at one time training to be an agent," she glanced at him before continuing, "I'm just using what they taught me."

It made sense now. She was very critical in thinking and strategizing. Not to mention savvy with technology. He almost wondered if they would have worked together at some point had she continued. She pulled out her phone and brought up the photo he had taken of the map, comparing notes.

"Hawks."

"Hm?"

"Tell Bakugo to get his parents to UA, now."
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"How did you predict that?"

Mika sighed, using her shoulder to hold the phone, "I did some vigilante shit and hacked into the police records, then I cross referenced with the map Hawks sent out."

Bakugo was quiet on the other end, "Thank you."

Mika smiled, "You're welcome. I'm seeing somewhat of a pattern, but I'm sure it'll change once they realize your parents aren't where they're supposed to be."

"If you find anything else, let me know."

The phone clicked and she set it down, closing the laptop. Her head was starting to ache from all of this. Hawks hung up another burner phone, "Red Riot is on his way back. It'll be nice to have him around."

Mika glared, "Wasn't he on his honeymoon..."

"He texted me because Bakugo wasn't answering his calls," Hawks defended, "I'm not going to lie to a fellow hero."

"Bakugo is going to kill you," she stood and stretched, "and I'm not going to save you."

"I thought we had somethin," he whined dramatically.

She scoffed with a smile, "Are you ready to go?"

"Of course."

Mika walked over to her couch and lifted the cushion, pulling out a secret compartment. Hawks watched curiously as she reached in, pulling out a set of keys. Putting the cushion back, she ruffed up the pillows and threw a blanket on the bed. "My lamps have set timers," she reached to one and twisted a small knob, "So, if anyone is watching, they'll think I'm home."

She moved to the bedroom and adjusted the other lamps. She was crafty, and frankly, she would have made an amazing agent. Hawks watched as she grabbed her laptop bag and her duffel bag. He picked up his bag and followed her out of the door, down the back way of the hallway.

They exited the building into the freezing night, down a small alley. He followed her quietly, paying attention to their surroundings. She was taking him to the old part of town, where old factory buildings were plenty. He had at one time been housed in one while working with the league. Heroes now took their wards there for patrol exercises, and to take a break.

After a while they walked up to an abandoned kimono factory. The outside was all brick, with large broken windows. The wildlife had begun to reclaim it as thick vines wound their way over the brick. Mika pulled out the keys to the front door, "I bought this building right before the war." She pulled out a flashlight and walked inside, "It's proving to be a worthy investment."

She closed the door back and moved her hands over a series of locks before leading him through the darkness. All of the original machinery was still here, covered in dust. Nothing had been touched or changed. She opened a door that led down to a basement, soft light automatically turned on, lighting their way. He followed her down the iron steps and to one more door. Mika hit the numbers on the keypad and twisted the handle, opening it.