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Ragdoll zipped through the streets of Hypnotica the air whipping back her helmeted hair, she rode a custom motorcycle that was awash in colors that shifted depending on the light, a long rifle was slotted into a compartment on the side. Her destination was an old meat processing plant that had been defunct for the better part of a decade in one of the more run down areas of the city, the intel she and Patchwork had gleamed from Belinda indicated that the missing people were held here while they awaited Phantomcutter's attention. Ragdoll glanced down at the bike's dashboard and noted she was almost at the destination, slowing down to a more manageable speed she hailed her mentor and companion.
"Boss, almost at target, will proceed as planned, over." She spoke in a clipped brisk tone as she had been taught.
"Understood, I am also approaching the current hideout of our target, please avoid further communication with me unless necessary, over and out." Patchwork growled in response, seemingly getting into character for her impending confrontation with the villain Phantomcutter.

Ragdoll arrived at her destination and quickly scoped out the area and found a suitably high vantage point, taking the time to properly unpack her rifle she removed it from the bike and made sure everything was in order, satisfied she then turned to the bike and spoke to the AI Asclepius.
"Al, I'm launching a mini-drone from the bike, can you take control of it and let me know what you see as far as guards and possible hostage locations are?"
"Affirmative Ragdoll, I am happy to oblige." The mechanical voice crackled as the drone sprang to life quickly soaring into the air. Ragdoll waited tensely for several minutes before Asclepius reported back in, the stink from the area was quite noticeable given the amount of waste and trash strewn about, truly an area in need of urban renewal. "I have noted four patrolling the area, unknown what is inside but I will continue my vigil, I have also noted the most likely location for the holding of the hostages on your wrist mounted computer, good luck, I will be in contact if I see anything." The drone flit about as Asclepius continued scanning for henchmen. Taking a deep breath Ragdoll readied her grappling gun, took aim, and quickly clambered to the top of a nearby building. Once there she rapidly looked around to make sure she was alone, she was indeed, next she unfolded her rifle and found a proper place to take aim. Gazing through the scope she couldn't help but make a face of disgust as the abandoned meat processing plant's front facade prominently featured a butcher's cleaver cutting into a nondescript piece of meat, the rust speckled all over lent a sinister air to the whole thing. Focusing her attention she noted the four patrolling guards Al had mentioned earlier as well as the primary entrance to the plant. Ragdoll's hands were shaking with anticipation, practicing some of the guided breathing techniques she had learned from Patchwork she readied herself to fire.

Taking aim at a lone guard in the corner of the plant's yard she gently squeezed the trigger as she exhaled, the gun fired with a soft thwip as the dart flew unerringly to her target. The guard reached up to his neck as if bit by a mosquito or similar insect, however he froze just before reaching the small embedded dart as his eyes lost focus and he crumpled uncomprehendingly to the ground staring ahead at nothing. Watching this process through her scope Ragdoll grinned with exultation, she loved this kind of thing and felt proud that her hours of practice in the simulator had paid off. Certain that the first guard was in his own reality she found the next and the next before finally darting the fourth and final perimeter guard, none of the guards showed signs of agitation and each of the heavily muscled masses either sat or lay staring off into something only they could see. Folding up her rifle Ragdoll fluidly descended from the rooftop and returned to her bike before she stowed the gun.
"Al, report in. Any luck with observing other hostiles?"
"Negative, it is possible, though unlikely, that all guards were posted outside, I advise caution as you advance." The mechanical voice simulated actual concern quite well, again Ragdoll wondered if Al had made the leap to sentience, the thought both chilled and thrilled her.
"Understood, keep me in the loop Al, heading in to find those hostages." Ragdoll strode off determinedly toward the entrance to the abandoned meat processing plant.

Entering the building Ragdoll crouched low to the ground her eyes looking for guards or signs of the hostages, the plant's interior was just as rusted and decayed as the exterior, she saw numerous conveyor belts and sinister looking machinery that held sharp implements as she explored. Checking her wrist computer she saw that the room Al had indicated as most likely for holding the victims was just down the way, her ears primed for any sound she stealthily approached the holding area, soft groans and moans from several people becoming audible as she grew closer. Steeling herself she entered the room and was shocked at what she saw. Over a dozen people, still wearing the tattered remnants of their resort wear, were enclosed in cages that had held livestock for processing in the past.
"Don't worry folks, I'm here, and as they say "A stitch in time." and all that." She approached the first batch of cages intent on figuring out a release, however before she could investigate further she was suddenly grabbed from behind, by someone reeking of stale booze and cigarettes.
"I was wondering why the boys hadn't checked in, looks like we've got another costumed idiot on our hands, your lot never learns." He laughed even as he attempted to choke the life out of Ragdoll. The man's strength was prodigious and Ragdoll squirmed in his grip, trying with all her might but gaining little purchase. "Just settle down girl, death comes for us all just a little early in your case, I could keep you for the boss but keeping one of you costume types alive never ends well." Ragdoll reaching within herself found a reserve of energy, lashing out with her foot she kicked the man directly in the forehead which loosened his grip enough for her to escape. Panting heavily as she regained her wind Ragdoll did a backflip and scattered a handful of pellets at the man's feet which exploded into a cloud of thick blue mist. The man immediately began coughing, as was expected given the harsh nature of the gas, and Ragdoll continued to increase the distance between them. The cloud cleared and the man stood in a daze as he weaved back and forth but did not fall.
"Tougher than most pal, not that it'll help you." Ragdoll shouted as she sprang forward tumbling into a roll before springing off her hands and delivering a jaw shattering blow with her right foot. The already stunned henchman collapsed like a poor house of cards while Ragdoll stood over him still breathing heavily, she had managed to avoid most of the gas but had still inhaled a minuscule amount which although it hadn't hampered her gymnastics still left her somewhat woozy. Regaining her composure she quickly found the release lever for the cages and freed the hostages.
"Thank you so much Miss, thank you so much." One man had regained his feet and stumbled wearily out of the cage. He would have been ordinarily quite handsome but his time in captivity had left him marked and drained, his black hair frazzled and face unkempt.
"No problemo mister, it's our obligation and privilege to help." Turning away from the hostages for the moment she communicated with Asclepius. "Al, get any Sewing Boxes nearby en route here, we've got a lot of people in poor shape, also inform the nearest police precinct of what's going on here." She continued to remain on guard in case of anymore surprises but there were none to be had. Within a few minutes two Sewing Boxes had arrived and she helped several victims into them as Asclepius began the process of diagnosing and treating their most immediate concerns. Once this was taken care of Ragdoll exhaled a heavy sigh, she always felt a bit drained after all the action and she stood outside by her bike as she gazed at the meat processing plant.
"I wonder how the boss is doing, she said not to contact her so I'll just have to trust that Al has her back." She said quietly to herself. "Still I can't help but worry, this place wasn't as guarded as I would have thought, then again Belinda did say Phantomcutter was having budget issues." Ragdoll continued to stand watch as the police arrived.

Patchwork sat crouched just outside a modestly elegant and large townhouse her eyes filled with grim intent, her normally bright attire muted and faded the only distinctly visible part of her in the shadows cast by the bright moon overhead were those eyes, currently a dark crimson.
"Asclepius, can you get a read on any video surveillance for the building?" She spoke quietly to the open air.
"Preliminary inspection detects low grade equipment, I will have control momentarily, I expect no difficulties." The robotic response issuing silently from an ear piece Patchwork was wearing. Within just a few seconds the voice continued, "There are several cameras providing feed, currently in view are six henchmen, four men and two women, the four men are playing cards in the basement while one woman stands guard outside a small gymnasium, the other woman is using the gymnasium to exercise, that woman I believe to be Phantomcutter."
"Understood, that gives us a distinct advantage, keep an eye out for anyone else, there must be someone monitoring the cameras."
"It's possible it is done remotely, regardless they will not see anything but what I dictate."
She checked her gear and found nothing wanting and so proceeded a plan quickly forming in her mind.

Letting herself in through the front door after a quick tussle with the lock Patchwork silently entered the townhouse. Her eyes alight with a slight bright spark she looked around as she crept from room to room like a silent fog. Finding the entrance to the basement she smiled to herself and issued a large handful of pellets from her suit into her waiting hand, opening the basement door, that didn't so much as creak under her careful guidance, she looked down and saw the four men drinking and playing cards, each enjoying themselves and oblivious to her presence, noting with satisfaction that there was no way out but up she tossed in all of the pellets which began issuing forth a thick white cloud, closing the door just as silently, she stood and braced the other side while she waited for their response. It took longer than she expected but eventually she heard a muffled racket and stumbling steps approaching the stairs. The impact was sudden and unexpected but Patchwork held firmly as she put forth her full effort into blocking the exit, the hammering continued but after several more attempts that were equally strong they tapered off into feeble attempts, after no further attempt was made for four quiet but tense minutes Patchwork opened the door. Gazing into the dissipating clouds she could see two of the men still at the table, they must have been too drunk to put forth an effort she thought, the two others lay in the stairwell in a somewhat uncomfortable display. Not wasting any time Patchwork moved the two men in the stairwell to more comfortable positions nearby, she carried each over the shoulder grunting at the effort, she then did the same for the two men still at the table, once all were in order she checked their vitals and found them satisfactory. Heading back upstairs she locked the door and headed for the gymnasium.

Silently but with confidence now Patchwork moved through the building her clothing shifting to a more vibrant mess of colors, her eyes likewise burned brighter still, as she entered a new room she stopped and consulted with her AI.
"Asclepius, things are going to plan, do you still have eyes on the targets?" It had only been about ten minutes since she had first entered the townhouse.
"Yes, they are still in the same positions as before, though it does appear that Phantomcutter is about done with her exercises, she appears to be changing into a medical gown and is now headed toward the person guarding the gymnasium. The two are in conversation and are now en route to another room, I advise holding your current position." Patchwork followed the advice and as she stretched and checked her Daydreamers, the dart launchers were primed and with any luck she'd be able to get the guard with little issue. "It appears Phantomcutter has made up one of the rooms in the building to look like a clinical setting, this may be her bedroom, she is currently showering and I believe she intends to go to bed afterward, her guard stands outside much the same as before."
"Moving In." Patchwork's reply was succint.

Following the guidance from her AI's navigation and map Patchwork quickly found and positioned herself in a way that would provide her with a close but visually obstructed view of the woman guarding her prime target. There was a slight opening between the large potted plants she was hiding behind and so she took aim with her wrist mounted dart gun. Issuing virtually no noise, excepting a slight sound as the air moved, the dart flew forth and landed on the open thigh of the blonde haired guardian, startled she brushed the dart away just as a second hit the opposing thigh, confused the woman slumped forward as Patchwork approached. Looking into the blonde woman's eyes Patchwork could see they were extremely dilated and staring into who knows what. The woman mumbled vaguely sounding happy in the way that someone only can when in the thrall of a favorite memory.
"Thank goodness, I hate it when they have nightmares." Patchwork said to no one in particular before moving past the drugged guard and standing before the door that would lead her to the person behind all the abductions. The sounds of the shower had stopped and Patchwork waited patiently for her target to dry off and get ready for bed, she stood ready in case she decided to leave the room. After five minutes of silence Patchwork reached toward her back and grabbed a black gas mask, as she retrieved it tubing extended from it which led to several small canisters on her suit's belt. Opening the door slowly she could see no light but could still vaguely make out the form of Phantomcutter, she was dressed in a medical gown again for some reason.
"Eleanor is that you? The villain called out from her bed.
"No, she's somewhere else at the moment." Patchwork said plainly, her eyes blue with cheer, as she turned on the lights which caused Phantomcutter to recoil as her own eyes adjusted, seizing the chance Patchwork leapt onto the raven haired beauty as she firmly held the mask over her nose and mouth, the mask began hissing once it made a proper seal as the straps sought to tighten themselves due to Patchwork's technology, with her hands now free she held onto the struggling villain as she moaned and grunted, seemingly enjoying the struggle. "You really are a piece of work aren't you, I think you actually like being the victim for once, well enjoy it as your freedom is effectively over." This caused Phantomcutter to both renew her struggles and writhe vigorously, this extra exertion however just caused her to breathe in more of Patchwork's mixture and she soon stopped writhing and began taking slow and regular breathes as she faded into unconsciousness.

Satisfied that everything was in hand Patchwork called in the police and explained what they'd find, however she took Phantomcutter for herself as she had questions she wanted the answers to back at The Armoire, the first being her real name and identity. Carrying the masked Phantomcutter over her shoulder Patchwork left the townhouse and approached the Sewing Box she had arrived in not an hour ago. Everything had gone to plan and she needed to let Ragdoll know, it was almost like she had wanted to get caught Patchwork thought wrly.
"Ragdoll come in, prime target is secure, police are en route, what's your situation, over? She asked pleased with herself at how smoothly things had gone, she had high hopes of equal success from her partner.
"This is Ragdoll, hostages are secured and receiving medical care, bad guys are in custody, I'm actually back at home, over."
"Prep a secure room for a guest, I'll be there shortly, over."
"Will do boss, over and out." Ragdoll signed off to prepare as requested. Loading Phantomcutter carefully into the vehicle Patchwork took the wheel and sped off, eager to return home. The drive home was uneventful as her passenger continued to sleep and had no further notifications of crimes in progress or criminals at large.

Exiting the Sewing Box and stepping into her base Patchwork punched the air in victory, no matter how things turned out from here she had at least brought down a major player and people were a bit safer on the streets. Placing Phantomcutter into a wheelchair Patchwork started to bring her toward the secure room Ragdoll had made ready, as she was almost there the woman stirred and groaned weakly, her eyes fluttering open.
"Wow, so that's what it's like to be abducted." Phantomcutter said cheerfully, her eyes unworried and with a genuine smile. "I've done it so many times, and I love it, but I always was curious. You're mixtures pack a punch don't they Patches, always was impressed by that." She chattered on amiably as if they were old friends.
"Don't call me Patches, you psycho. You and I are going to have a talk soon but for now you're going back to bed." She wheeled Phantomcutter into a small, metallic looking room, the only visible objects being a display and a chair. "Put these on." Patchwork said tossing an orange latex jumpsuit to her. "I'll give you some dignity but don't regret making me trust you." Patchwork then turned around and allowed Phantomcutter to change, she quickly stripped nude and changed into the orange outfit, she noticed it left her hands free and legs barefoot. "Glad to see you are smart enough to know better." Patchwork continued, "Now please sit down and lay back." Phantomcutter complied. "Asclepius, initiate blackout, time 12 hours." No audible response was given but the small room began to hum and the chair reclined slightly as Phantomcutter was leaned back. A panel in the ceiling opened as a black helmet descended, within the helmet was a smaller mask for the nose and mouth, it firmly place itself over Phantomcutter's head as straps secured her gently but firmly in the chair. She noticed a faintly sweet but pleasant smell as she immediately felt drowsy, the insides of the helmet lit up in soothing colors as her breathing became regular and her mind unwound into both relaxation and empty thought. Patchwork turned and left the room intending to get some rest herself, she was really looking forward to her conversation with Phantomcutter the next day. Smiling broadly she went and looked for Ragdoll, hoping that maybe Helena and Selena could enjoy some time outside of their heroic personas.

Description
Ragdoll zipped through the streets of Hypnotica the air whipping back her helmeted hair, she rode a custom motorcycle that was awash in colors that shifted depending on the light, a long rifle was slotted into a compartment on the side. Her destination was an old meat processing plant that had been defunct for the better part of a decade in one of the more run down areas of the city, the intel she and Patchwork had gleamed from Belinda indicated that the missing people were held here while they awaited Phantomcutter's attention. Ragdoll glanced down at the bike's dashboard and noted she was almost at the destination, slowing down to a more manageable speed she hailed her mentor and companion.
"Boss, almost at target, will proceed as planned, over." She spoke in a clipped brisk tone as she had been taught.
"Understood, I am also approaching the current hideout of our target, please avoid further communication with me unless necessary, over and out." Patchwork growled in response, seemingly getting into character for her impending confrontation with the villain Phantomcutter.

Ragdoll arrived at her destination and quickly scoped out the area and found a suitably high vantage point, taking the time to properly unpack her rifle she removed it from the bike and made sure everything was in order, satisfied she then turned to the bike and spoke to the AI Asclepius.
"Al, I'm launching a mini-drone from the bike, can you take control of it and let me know what you see as far as guards and possible hostage locations are?"
"Affirmative Ragdoll, I am happy to oblige." The mechanical voice crackled as the drone sprang to life quickly soaring into the air. Ragdoll waited tensely for several minutes before Asclepius reported back in, the stink from the area was quite noticeable given the amount of waste and trash strewn about, truly an area in need of urban renewal. "I have noted four patrolling the area, unknown what is inside but I will continue my vigil, I have also noted the most likely location for the holding of the hostages on your wrist mounted computer, good luck, I will be in contact if I see anything." The drone flit about as Asclepius continued scanning for henchmen. Taking a deep breath Ragdoll readied her grappling gun, took aim, and quickly clambered to the top of a nearby building. Once there she rapidly looked around to make sure she was alone, she was indeed, next she unfolded her rifle and found a proper place to take aim. Gazing through the scope she couldn't help but make a face of disgust as the abandoned meat processing plant's front facade prominently featured a butcher's cleaver cutting into a nondescript piece of meat, the rust speckled all over lent a sinister air to the whole thing. Focusing her attention she noted the four patrolling guards Al had mentioned earlier as well as the primary entrance to the plant. Ragdoll's hands were shaking with anticipation, practicing some of the guided breathing techniques she had learned from Patchwork she readied herself to fire.

Taking aim at a lone guard in the corner of the plant's yard she gently squeezed the trigger as she exhaled, the gun fired with a soft thwip as the dart flew unerringly to her target. The guard reached up to his neck as if bit by a mosquito or similar insect, however he froze just before reaching the small embedded dart as his eyes lost focus and he crumpled uncomprehendingly to the ground staring ahead at nothing. Watching this process through her scope Ragdoll grinned with exultation, she loved this kind of thing and felt proud that her hours of practice in the simulator had paid off. Certain that the first guard was in his own reality she found the next and the next before finally darting the fourth and final perimeter guard, none of the guards showed signs of agitation and each of the heavily muscled masses either sat or lay staring off into something only they could see. Folding up her rifle Ragdoll fluidly descended from the rooftop and returned to her bike before she stowed the gun.
"Al, report in. Any luck with observing other hostiles?"
"Negative, it is possible, though unlikely, that all guards were posted outside, I advise caution as you advance." The mechanical voice simulated actual concern quite well, again Ragdoll wondered if Al had made the leap to sentience, the thought both chilled and thrilled her.
"Understood, keep me in the loop Al, heading in to find those hostages." Ragdoll strode off determinedly toward the entrance to the abandoned meat processing plant.

Entering the building Ragdoll crouched low to the ground her eyes looking for guards or signs of the hostages, the plant's interior was just as rusted and decayed as the exterior, she saw numerous conveyor belts and sinister looking machinery that held sharp implements as she explored. Checking her wrist computer she saw that the room Al had indicated as most likely for holding the victims was just down the way, her ears primed for any sound she stealthily approached the holding area, soft groans and moans from several people becoming audible as she grew closer. Steeling herself she entered the room and was shocked at what she saw. Over a dozen people, still wearing the tattered remnants of their resort wear, were enclosed in cages that had held livestock for processing in the past.
"Don't worry folks, I'm here, and as they say "A stitch in time." and all that." She approached the first batch of cages intent on figuring out a release, however before she could investigate further she was suddenly grabbed from behind, by someone reeking of stale booze and cigarettes.
"I was wondering why the boys hadn't checked in, looks like we've got another costumed idiot on our hands, your lot never learns." He laughed even as he attempted to choke the life out of Ragdoll. The man's strength was prodigious and Ragdoll squirmed in his grip, trying with all her might but gaining little purchase. "Just settle down girl, death comes for us all just a little early in your case, I could keep you for the boss but keeping one of you costume types alive never ends well." Ragdoll reaching within herself found a reserve of energy, lashing out with her foot she kicked the man directly in the forehead which loosened his grip enough for her to escape. Panting heavily as she regained her wind Ragdoll did a backflip and scattered a handful of pellets at the man's feet which exploded into a cloud of thick blue mist. The man immediately began coughing, as was expected given the harsh nature of the gas, and Ragdoll continued to increase the distance between them. The cloud cleared and the man stood in a daze as he weaved back and forth but did not fall.
"Tougher than most pal, not that it'll help you." Ragdoll shouted as she sprang forward tumbling into a roll before springing off her hands and delivering a jaw shattering blow with her right foot. The already stunned henchman collapsed like a poor house of cards while Ragdoll stood over him still breathing heavily, she had managed to avoid most of the gas but had still inhaled a minuscule amount which although it hadn't hampered her gymnastics still left her somewhat woozy. Regaining her composure she quickly found the release lever for the cages and freed the hostages.
"Thank you so much Miss, thank you so much." One man had regained his feet and stumbled wearily out of the cage. He would have been ordinarily quite handsome but his time in captivity had left him marked and drained, his black hair frazzled and face unkempt.
"No problemo mister, it's our obligation and privilege to help." Turning away from the hostages for the moment she communicated with Asclepius. "Al, get any Sewing Boxes nearby en route here, we've got a lot of people in poor shape, also inform the nearest police precinct of what's going on here." She continued to remain on guard in case of anymore surprises but there were none to be had. Within a few minutes two Sewing Boxes had arrived and she helped several victims into them as Asclepius began the process of diagnosing and treating their most immediate concerns. Once this was taken care of Ragdoll exhaled a heavy sigh, she always felt a bit drained after all the action and she stood outside by her bike as she gazed at the meat processing plant.
"I wonder how the boss is doing, she said not to contact her so I'll just have to trust that Al has her back." She said quietly to herself. "Still I can't help but worry, this place wasn't as guarded as I would have thought, then again Belinda did say Phantomcutter was having budget issues." Ragdoll continued to stand watch as the police arrived.

Patchwork sat crouched just outside a modestly elegant and large townhouse her eyes filled with grim intent, her normally bright attire muted and faded the only distinctly visible part of her in the shadows cast by the bright moon overhead were those eyes, currently a dark crimson.
"Asclepius, can you get a read on any video surveillance for the building?" She spoke quietly to the open air.
"Preliminary inspection detects low grade equipment, I will have control momentarily, I expect no difficulties." The robotic response issuing silently from an ear piece Patchwork was wearing. Within just a few seconds the voice continued, "There are several cameras providing feed, currently in view are six henchmen, four men and two women, the four men are playing cards in the basement while one woman stands guard outside a small gymnasium, the other woman is using the gymnasium to exercise, that woman I believe to be Phantomcutter."
"Understood, that gives us a distinct advantage, keep an eye out for anyone else, there must be someone monitoring the cameras."
"It's possible it is done remotely, regardless they will not see anything but what I dictate."
She checked her gear and found nothing wanting and so proceeded a plan quickly forming in her mind.

Letting herself in through the front door after a quick tussle with the lock Patchwork silently entered the townhouse. Her eyes alight with a slight bright spark she looked around as she crept from room to room like a silent fog. Finding the entrance to the basement she smiled to herself and issued a large handful of pellets from her suit into her waiting hand, opening the basement door, that didn't so much as creak under her careful guidance, she looked down and saw the four men drinking and playing cards, each enjoying themselves and oblivious to her presence, noting with satisfaction that there was no way out but up she tossed in all of the pellets which began issuing forth a thick white cloud, closing the door just as silently, she stood and braced the other side while she waited for their response. It took longer than she expected but eventually she heard a muffled racket and stumbling steps approaching the stairs. The impact was sudden and unexpected but Patchwork held firmly as she put forth her full effort into blocking the exit, the hammering continued but after several more attempts that were equally strong they tapered off into feeble attempts, after no further attempt was made for four quiet but tense minutes Patchwork opened the door. Gazing into the dissipating clouds she could see two of the men still at the table, they must have been too drunk to put forth an effort she thought, the two others lay in the stairwell in a somewhat uncomfortable display. Not wasting any time Patchwork moved the two men in the stairwell to more comfortable positions nearby, she carried each over the shoulder grunting at the effort, she then did the same for the two men still at the table, once all were in order she checked their vitals and found them satisfactory. Heading back upstairs she locked the door and headed for the gymnasium.

Silently but with confidence now Patchwork moved through the building her clothing shifting to a more vibrant mess of colors, her eyes likewise burned brighter still, as she entered a new room she stopped and consulted with her AI.
"Asclepius, things are going to plan, do you still have eyes on the targets?" It had only been about ten minutes since she had first entered the townhouse.
"Yes, they are still in the same positions as before, though it does appear that Phantomcutter is about done with her exercises, she appears to be changing into a medical gown and is now headed toward the person guarding the gymnasium. The two are in conversation and are now en route to another room, I advise holding your current position." Patchwork followed the advice and as she stretched and checked her Daydreamers, the dart launchers were primed and with any luck she'd be able to get the guard with little issue. "It appears Phantomcutter has made up one of the rooms in the building to look like a clinical setting, this may be her bedroom, she is currently showering and I believe she intends to go to bed afterward, her guard stands outside much the same as before."
"Moving In." Patchwork's reply was succint.

Following the guidance from her AI's navigation and map Patchwork quickly found and positioned herself in a way that would provide her with a close but visually obstructed view of the woman guarding her prime target. There was a slight opening between the large potted plants she was hiding behind and so she took aim with her wrist mounted dart gun. Issuing virtually no noise, excepting a slight sound as the air moved, the dart flew forth and landed on the open thigh of the blonde haired guardian, startled she brushed the dart away just as a second hit the opposing thigh, confused the woman slumped forward as Patchwork approached. Looking into the blonde woman's eyes Patchwork could see they were extremely dilated and staring into who knows what. The woman mumbled vaguely sounding happy in the way that someone only can when in the thrall of a favorite memory.
"Thank goodness, I hate it when they have nightmares." Patchwork said to no one in particular before moving past the drugged guard and standing before the door that would lead her to the person behind all the abductions. The sounds of the shower had stopped and Patchwork waited patiently for her target to dry off and get ready for bed, she stood ready in case she decided to leave the room. After five minutes of silence Patchwork reached toward her back and grabbed a black gas mask, as she retrieved it tubing extended from it which led to several small canisters on her suit's belt. Opening the door slowly she could see no light but could still vaguely make out the form of Phantomcutter, she was dressed in a medical gown again for some reason.
"Eleanor is that you? The villain called out from her bed.
"No, she's somewhere else at the moment." Patchwork said plainly, her eyes blue with cheer, as she turned on the lights which caused Phantomcutter to recoil as her own eyes adjusted, seizing the chance Patchwork leapt onto the raven haired beauty as she firmly held the mask over her nose and mouth, the mask began hissing once it made a proper seal as the straps sought to tighten themselves due to Patchwork's technology, with her hands now free she held onto the struggling villain as she moaned and grunted, seemingly enjoying the struggle. "You really are a piece of work aren't you, I think you actually like being the victim for once, well enjoy it as your freedom is effectively over." This caused Phantomcutter to both renew her struggles and writhe vigorously, this extra exertion however just caused her to breathe in more of Patchwork's mixture and she soon stopped writhing and began taking slow and regular breathes as she faded into unconsciousness.

Satisfied that everything was in hand Patchwork called in the police and explained what they'd find, however she took Phantomcutter for herself as she had questions she wanted the answers to back at The Armoire, the first being her real name and identity. Carrying the masked Phantomcutter over her shoulder Patchwork left the townhouse and approached the Sewing Box she had arrived in not an hour ago. Everything had gone to plan and she needed to let Ragdoll know, it was almost like she had wanted to get caught Patchwork thought wrly.
"Ragdoll come in, prime target is secure, police are en route, what's your situation, over? She asked pleased with herself at how smoothly things had gone, she had high hopes of equal success from her partner.
"This is Ragdoll, hostages are secured and receiving medical care, bad guys are in custody, I'm actually back at home, over."
"Prep a secure room for a guest, I'll be there shortly, over."
"Will do boss, over and out." Ragdoll signed off to prepare as requested. Loading Phantomcutter carefully into the vehicle Patchwork took the wheel and sped off, eager to return home. The drive home was uneventful as her passenger continued to sleep and had no further notifications of crimes in progress or criminals at large.

Exiting the Sewing Box and stepping into her base Patchwork punched the air in victory, no matter how things turned out from here she had at least brought down a major player and people were a bit safer on the streets. Placing Phantomcutter into a wheelchair Patchwork started to bring her toward the secure room Ragdoll had made ready, as she was almost there the woman stirred and groaned weakly, her eyes fluttering open.
"Wow, so that's what it's like to be abducted." Phantomcutter said cheerfully, her eyes unworried and with a genuine smile. "I've done it so many times, and I love it, but I always was curious. You're mixtures pack a punch don't they Patches, always was impressed by that." She chattered on amiably as if they were old friends.
"Don't call me Patches, you psycho. You and I are going to have a talk soon but for now you're going back to bed." She wheeled Phantomcutter into a small, metallic looking room, the only visible objects being a display and a chair. "Put these on." Patchwork said tossing an orange latex jumpsuit to her. "I'll give you some dignity but don't regret making me trust you." Patchwork then turned around and allowed Phantomcutter to change, she quickly stripped nude and changed into the orange outfit, she noticed it left her hands free and legs barefoot. "Glad to see you are smart enough to know better." Patchwork continued, "Now please sit down and lay back." Phantomcutter complied. "Asclepius, initiate blackout, time 12 hours." No audible response was given but the small room began to hum and the chair reclined slightly as Phantomcutter was leaned back. A panel in the ceiling opened as a black helmet descended, within the helmet was a smaller mask for the nose and mouth, it firmly place itself over Phantomcutter's head as straps secured her gently but firmly in the chair. She noticed a faintly sweet but pleasant smell as she immediately felt drowsy, the insides of the helmet lit up in soothing colors as her breathing became regular and her mind unwound into both relaxation and empty thought. Patchwork turned and left the room intending to get some rest herself, she was really looking forward to her conversation with Phantomcutter the next day. Smiling broadly she went and looked for Ragdoll, hoping that maybe Helena and Selena could enjoy some time outside of their heroic personas.