Buttlord opened the door and stepped out of the changing room nervously. She tugged at the hem of the white long sleeved dress shirt she was wearing that flared out a little around her waist. The black west she wore over it felt slightly constricting but General Disarray had insisted that together with her black trousers made the outfit look very business and serious like.

She still didn't like the outfit and the scowl on her face showed that.

"Lighten up boss lady." The general grinned in amusement as he walked up to her, she had the distinct feeling that he was enjoying her discomfort. "You only have to wear that for special meetings."

The red head winked yet the amusement in his eyes shined brightly. Buttlord only sent him a light glare as answer and crossed her arms. HE wasn't dressed up to look all proper and serious! But what annoyed her more was that Disarray didn't even allow her to draw her logo on the back of the black vest, so only her green mask with black cat ears defined her currently as Buttlord... and maybe the green nails she had gotten done by her mother again.

The opening of a door a couple of meters to her right made her look over to see her partner in crime step out fully decked out in his business suit. He was adjusting the dress jacket before he looked up and gave them a silly smile. "Ready for the meeting partner?"

Buttlord blinked a couple of times blankly before giving a nod and the two left their base. She ignored all the comments of the Chaos Minions concerning her outfit. How the hell did Profersor Chaos stand wearing something so formal... though for the sake of their plan she would deal with that outfit for now. After all she only was there to present her part in this whole thing and to be a mental support. Chaos would do most of the talking anyway, thankfully. Though she did take a good old pen and paper block with her just in case she would need it...

...and that she did even if it was only to get attention.

"I refuse to work with her, per se!"

"Stop being such a pussy and get over it."

"I am having second thoughts of working with you too!"

After five minutes of listening to mainly two people arguing, if throwing insults could be called arguing, starting by the point when one of them spotted her next to Professor Chaos. Buttlord unceremoniously slammed the paper block against the table and gave them a glare. She could hear Henrietta huff at the other side of the table, not even bothering to hide the distaste of those opposite her. Professor Chaos was radiant with well hidden nervousness and the brunette swore she was going to hit the General for setting up a meeting with both Vamp kids and Goth kids at the same, it was just her luck that the Raisins girls weren't here too. Then hell would have broken lose for sure.

"Fellas please calm down. We are here to discuss Operation Black Time." Chaos tried to intervened, not like it was helping much seeing how Mike 'Vampir' still glared at Buttlord heatedly.

Looks like the birthday party crashing was still not forgotten, even if her super heroes day lay past her. It would have been a lie to say that she didn't feel bad for him but it also would have been a lie to say that she didn't had fun. Besides it had been the first time Mysterion had actively asked for her help and she would probably do it again if they weren't supposed to work together with the Vamp kids now. Besides she was a villain now... and wasn't party crashing a villainousness act?

"Conformist." Henrietta huffed before taking a long drag from her cigarette, the kids next to her gave sounds of agreement from them. Buttlord was pretty sure that smoking inside the building was forbidden but the Goth kids didn't seem to care. The Vamp kids only hissed in return.

This was going to give her one hell of a headache. Still she added her own kind of sentiment in by glaring reprimanding at both sides of the table.

"We can resolve issues between the parties later, fellas. There are more important things to discuss, like the changes to the plan we will have to make." Chaos spoke up seeing how the arguing has cased for now but still eyed everyone with a hint of nervousness. He still did send her curious glances but she shrugged as answer and silently promised an explanation later. Also she did send Mike his very own, singled out, stern half glaring , shut up, glare. It made the hand that was about to lift, lower again and made him listen to the operation plans presented by Professor Chaos.

Buttlord tactfully ignored the smug look Henrietta sported in favor of giving Chaos her attention and a signal to continue before giving them all a blank stare. A small smile tugged on her lips as Professor Chaos patted her shoulder seemingly casual during an explanation that involved her. She knew that it was to let her know he was thankful for shutting up Mike 'Vampir' and stopping another argument.

Toolshed paced in base room. His mind going back to the information Call Girl had shared with everyone. Their plans on getting into contact with the girl seemed all to end in a dead end. Chaos had made sure to keep them all on a distance even during the school time or outside the game. Distantly he could hear Human Kite and Tupperware discuss something and asking Doctor Timothy's opinion every now and then.

They were still waiting for the return for a couple of other team mates to report their findings. He had small hopes that at least one of the others had been more successful. But seeing how only Mosquito, Mysterion and Captain Diabetes were left to return to base...

...hope wasn't great at all.

Shaking his head Toolshed stopped his pacing to look at his phone, he scrolled through his chat with Call Girl. The heroine mentioned something about an idea she would bring into motion tomorrow. His eyebrows furrowed in thought as he read once more of her assurance that her plan of making contact won't fail, like any previous attempts, not that there were many.

A sigh escaped him. Somehow he felt that him and his friends ended up stuck in a situation they couldn't do much about unless Professor Chaos' mind could be changed. And that wasn't something done easily if one wasn't as manipulative as the Coon. But there had to be something he could do, anything.

"Why don't we just interrogate one of his Minions?" He heard Tupperware.

"Suuuuuureeeeee... have you ever seen one of them going around alone?" Super Craig remarked and even thought Toolshed didn't look in his direction, he was sure that his fellow hero was crossing his arms and rolling his eyes.

"That's at least better then doing nothing." Human Kite mentioned thoughtful and Toolshed knew that his friend was cooking up something. "What else can we do really? Get someone in there undercover?"

"T-t-t-that doesn't s-s-s-s-s-s-s-sound so bad." Fastpast put in his own opinion. "We could fi- fi- fi-fi- fig- figure out easier what they plan."

"I didn't mean to suggest that as a plan." Human Kite muttered. "I don't think its possible to get into the ranks of the Chaos Minions easily."

"But what about those they are in contact with?" Doctor Timothy told everyone, even gaining Toolshed's attention now as he looked up from his phone.

"Call Girl mentioned something about certain groups that started to follow the villains." Everyone followed as Doctor Timothy rolled over to one of the displays. For some reasons Toolshed felt like the Doctor was focusing on him the most. "Direct contact to Buttlord might be impossible at the moment, but we could attempt it over indirect ways."

Toolshed blinked for a moment, trying to make sense of what Doctor Timothy was planning. His mouth opened slightly, ready to ask more about the plan but the question was still forming in his mind. The Doctor gave Tupperware a que and the hero stepped up to the screen and input something on the keyboard everyone seemed to understand as all eyes turned to one of their own.

Raven was blankly staring back at Toolshed from the screen.

This was wrong.

This was definitely wrong.

But it was to late to turn back.

So he pushed all feelings of remorse or guilt away.

Mysterion glanced over his shoulder once more before he turned his attention back to the window he was trying to get in through. He was in luck as he found that the window wasn't locked as he thought it would be at first.

With another glance over his shoulder to make sure that no one was watching him he opened the window quietly and stepped into the room. He surveyed his surroundings. The room didn't change much form the last time he saw it. Maybe a few more knick knacks were added and that small box with nerf gun clips was surely new.

Silently he stepped more into the room, trying to see if there was anything unusual. In the back of his mind his hero instinct was telling him that he was doing the wrong approach of the situation but he muted it as good as he could. The dirty part of his mind told him to look through the closet it was slightly harder to ignore or mute.

"There has to be something here..." He muttered, distracting himself by trying to listen to any suspicious noises in the house. His eyes landed on something pink on the floor near the bed. His eyes narrowed. That was a color he wouldn't usually connect to the owner of this room.

Picking it up he inspected it and refrained from grimacing as the glitter stuck to his gloves. "The girls?" Narrowing his eyes at the piece of paper he tried to remember if he had ever seen her making direct contact to any of the other girls aside from Wendy, but he couldn't.

Placing the letter back to were he found it he wandered around quietly, nothing else caught his eye so far and Mysterion scowled. He had hoped to find more. He wandered over to the desk and carefully flicked through a couple of the notebooks on it.

He coughed to cover a laugh when he found a silly doodle on her math homeworks that looked like Cartman getting run through by the number seven that was turned into a grave stone.

Taking the next note book to look through, he stopped after around 20 pages. A small note fell out between the pages and he picked it up his eyes narrowed slightly once he read the text. Placing the note back between the pages he made sure to leave everything the way it was before his intrusion.

Just when he was about to leave the room from the window again, he stopped and looked over his shoulder. Mysterion contemplated a thought that had crossed his mind, nodding to himself he turned away from the window and tapped one of the pamphlets, he surprisingly still carried around, onto the headboard of her bed. After that he snatched a sticky note from the desk and scrawled a short message on it, he tapped it to the inside of the window.

Satisfied with his action and with his new findings, he quietly closed the window behind him, careful to not make the sticky note fall off and left without a trace.

Buttlord breathed deeply in as the cool evening air filled her lungs. Slowly the air left her lungs again and she blinked up at the sky. She cracked her neck, good was she happy to be finally out of that formal clothing. Next time she would make the General dress up and join the meeting, she grinned at that thought of getting revenge for her discomfort that way.

Everything was going like planned for them, though she was not going to relax just yet. After parting ways with Chaos and the others she had chosen to follow the call of an annoying pest. Her phone had been on silent the whole time, so the onslaught of messages had gone over her head during the meeting, only later she had seen the over 100 messages from one single person.

Buttlord let out a mute sigh, crossing her arms as she leaned against one of the tree in the playground. The place was empty, understandable. It was getting late and despite this town being South Park even some parents had enough common sense to not let their kids play alone late there.

"Don't turn around!" A voice from the other side of the tree resounded in the area, to loud to go unnoticed if anyone else had been around. Buttlord's eyes twitched. If this was supposed to be a secret meeting then her contact was doing a pretty damn awful job.

"Tell me what you have." He demanded and Buttlord resisted the urge the facepalm. It was silent for a couple of minutes and it seemed that her contact understood the foolishness of his statement as he coughed to cover his embarrassment and to regain his 'coolness'.

Taking pity Buttlord shook her head and pulled a piece of folded paper out. With one hand she reached behind her and around the tree without turning and held out the paper. She grimaced when she felt a clawed hand snatch it from her hand, hopefully not leaving any scratches.

Paper rustling.

"The Vamp Kids? I see..."

Buttlord crossed her arms and clenched her fists. Good she couldn't wait for this to be over.

"You have done good. Don't fuck up now, I want you to keep a close eye on them. "

A swisch sound and a number of heavy footsteps later, Buttlord was left alone again. She leaned against the tree for a while longer and listened, but only the rustling of the leaves reached her ears. Feeling that it was save now she fished out her phone and send a quick message to someone before she hurried home herself.

I am really sorry again for updating so slow and taking so long. Everything in my life right now points against writing. And Writing has always been somthing fun for me, don't worry I will continue writing this story its just... it will take a while before I can overcome this. I am not a great person or strong as all the characters I like to watch or read about... so it will take me a little longer.

Once again I thank everyone who reads this story! It really means a lot to me that people read it!

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