Bettah Have my money! (Hiro/open)

[Morphia]

Morphia pulled into the offices of the Harbor master just as Magneto had instructed them. The two had made quick work of getting to the harbor, only making a quick stop to 'temproarily' disconnect the phone lines from the Harbor office.

The dinged up jeep pulled into one of the old parking spots and she got out to see a south african man tiding up his hair.
"Can I help you.... two." It donned on him who they must have been sent by, he himself being white was an oddity here in west Africa, Asians were a rarity usualy only seen in human trafficking or headed to that island the old man was building.

Morphia shut her door and leaned on the car, wearing a black long sleeve midriff baring shirt, paired with leather pants and a medieval style belt. Her boots came up to the thigh and she was wearing finger less gloves with a gaudy ring. She wanted it to bruise if she hit him, and she didn't want to bother with removing the gloves when she touched him.

The woman nodded to Byakurai waiting for him to make his move.

[Byakurai]

He looked fell asleep during trip to the mission spot. He was dreaming of flying in the stars once more. This was a test from master Magneto. He couldn't fail this no matter what. He was then was rudely awaken by a voice. "Yare....Yare....." He opened his eyes slowly. And looks up to see a man. "This the guy?" He asked her. She nodded to him. He stands up. "I would hate to do this but I have no choice..." So with a simple strike to his stomach. He gives out a shock to disable the man's body for a while. "What is next or did I do this wrong?"

[Morphia]

"That's good." Morphia said quietly.

Morphia walked towards the man, the gravel crunching under her feet as she move.
When she reached the other Morphia propped a high heeled boot on his chest. "I've heard you've been letting mutants come through this harbor." She said in perfect pitch and pronunciation.

"Wh-Who sent you!?" The man whimpered, obviously the boy was a mutant, the man knew that much.

"You've been denying families to your harbor, that's not nice." Morphia leaned down and pat the man's face his cheeks instantly flushed as he felt her morphine like touch.

[Byakurai]

"Hai..." He said responding to her. The young man stood with his arms crossed. He thought he was doing the right thing in doing this, or so he thought. The man was already disabled and helpless, which he felt was enough. But on top of the have a dose of morphine? He softly pulled Morphia away. "That's enough...He has commited a crime against us. But we don't need to sink to their level. There is no need for that." He said softly, he gives her a soft smile. "Is there more we have to do? Or is this mission finished?"

[Morphia]

Morphia didn't want to stress 'beat him until he fears Genosha' in front of her victim, in fact, that would ruin the spontaneity of the attack.

For now she ignored his question and jerked him up by the collar. "You know that a large number of Mutants are coming through here... before they became 'unpopular' you let them in out of the kindness of your heart and the fatness they gave your wallet."The mutant woman leaned forward closer to the mans face. "I'm suggesting you find that kindness once more-"
"H-how!? They are hunting mutants! They'll hunt me too!" The man stammered.
"Watch whatever the hell kind of Christmas special you want but your not going to rat them, your not going to turn them out, and if you do, then a reign of terror will befall you, your family and your workers like no one has seen before."
She let her finger tips brush across his lips, just enough to give him a slight numbing. "Do I may my self clear?"
"Ye-Yes Ma'am."

[Byakurai]

She didn't answer his question, instead she take advantage of the man. That didn't sit well with him, but she was currently his superior so he didn't question her motives. Then he hears him say something about mutants being hunted and that he couldn't approve. Calmly he props up the man to his feet. "So, your afraid then? Who are hunting mutants, we will be sure to take care of them. Swear your loyalty and that you will help mutants and we will promise to protect you." He said feeling that was the truth. Little did he know that was hardly the case.

[Morphia]

"That's the kids offer, you scratch our back and we don't let them claw yours." Morphia said dropping him so that his head would smack against the gravel hard. She placed one high heeled boot on his cheek and didn't put much pressure down. "If I had my choice you'd be comatose. Now be nice to our friends coming in, or we'll be the ones that rat you out."