Keeping her helmet on, Redspot ran inside a large building, trying to get away from the men chasing her. Her tail was wrapped around her left leg to keep it from being noticed as she ran through the crowds of people. Spying the escalators, she slowed down to walk on and head up to the second level. She couldn’t understand why the men were chasing her. As far as she knew, she had not done anything to attract attention. Riding down Main Street to the highway, her cycle blew one of the back tires. When she had stopped to fix it a brown, nondescript van raced up to her and stopped. Two men jumped out and tried to forcefully shove her into it. Being the stronger than them Redspot had managed to get away when another van came. The four men that were after her now came out of the second van, which was when she decided to run. Not understanding the situation, she felt that getting away would be the best option for now until she could get back to her friends at the scoreboard.

Trying to get her heart rate slowed, she turned to look behind her for the men. Her eyes widened with fear behind her helmet as they entered the building. There were four of them still and they all took a different direction to look around. The one in the lead spotted her on the escalator and pointed her out to the others. He smiled with grim satisfaction as he gave them directions. Her breath came faster again as she tried to run up the crowded stairs. Trying not to hurt anyone she kept pushing her way upwards.

The man on the right held up a rifle and fired it at Redspot. People around them started screaming and running or dropping flat onto the floor when they heard it go off. The men watched as the tranquilizer dart hit her and she staggered into a large group of people at the top of the escalator. They began to run again, the leader went up the escalator at a dead run, people shoving each other to get out of his way. Two others went up on both sides of him, running up between the up and down escalators. The other one stayed down on the main level to call for backup.

Picking herself up, Redspot pulled the dart out of her side, grimacing as she recognized it for what it was. A wave of dizziness hit her as the drug started to take effect. Looking again to the men, she saw that they were halfway up the escalator. Running again, she tried to concentrate on the area in front of her, as wave after wave of dizziness hit her. Everything started to spin out of control and she stumbled into a man, falling to her hands and knees. He knelt down on his right knee and she looked at the man. He was well dressed, with a cape and a walking stick with a glowing crystal at the top. As she looked back, the other men were almost to the top of the escalators; she tried to get up again. He placed a hand on her shoulder to keep her down, he could see she was in no shape to run. The man had been watching the spectacle since she had entered the building. Her body began to shake and she said tiredly, "Help…me." Unable to fight the drug anymore she collapsed, unconscious, as he nodded his head, agreeing to help her.

The crowd had shrunk away from the men as they reached the top of the stairs. The three men approached the stranger and the leader said, "Thank you citizen, but we’ll take over from here."

The stranger stood up, after running his hand down her arm and feeling the fur, looked at them and asked, "Why were you chasing her?" He put the cane in front of him and rested his hands of the top of it.

The man to the left of the leader stepped forward and said, patronizingly, "We’re FBI, sir and that is none of your business. Now step away and go about your business." He took another step and the stranger held up his hand, as if to warn the man off.

"No, I don’t think so," the stranger said. The men scowled at his answer. "She has asked for my help and I have agreed."

"I’m warning you sir," the man said. "You could be arrested for aiding and abetting a fugitive." The man reached into his side holster to pull out his gun.

"Ah, ah, ah," the stranger said and wagged his finger at the man, as if to a young boy. "You don’t want to do that." The stranger snapped his fingers and a deck of cards appeared in his hand.

The man paused, then pulled out the gun and smiled at the stranger. "You going to stop us with a card trick?" he asked, sneering at the stranger.

"Why, yes," the stranger said and flared the cards into a fan. Tossing them at the men, they began to explode with bright lights as they flew around the men.

The men reacted with shouts and flung their arms up in front of their eyes. When the cards stopped exploding, the men looked around for the stranger and the fugitive but they were no where around them. Scowling with anger at letting the one get away, the leader pulled out a radio and shouted into it, "CHARLEY!!!"

"Yes, sir?" a voice came out of the radio.

"Did you see what happened?" he asked. The other two men were looking around the area, trying to find the others.

"Yes, sir. When he threw the cards at you he swirled his cape around himself and the other one and they disappeared in a puff of smoke."

"WHAT?" The leader looked down with anger at the man who stayed on the first floor.

Charley shrugged and said, "Yes, sir, a puff of smoke."