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Chrysocolla was there, because when her General called her and she wasn't actually doing much of anything (aside from sitting and staring at the sky, cringing away from auras, just...sitting), if she did anything but immediately respond to the summons she'd be disappointed in herself. (If she was going to be training, though -- she couldn't waste any energy on teleports!! She'd picked herself up, dusted herself off, and started to run.)

"Ah -- yes, General?" She smiled meekly, rounding the corner. "I came here as fast as I could...the both of us? If it's not a problem -- I mean, they'll be here soon anyways...who else did you call?"

Her captains came at her call with every evidence of willingness, even eagerness, and Cinnabar felt a deep satisfaction in that. She'd never had command of others before, but it was a heady feeling knowing she could command these two and they would obey, perhaps even with pleasure. It was something to get used to, but not to abuse. She had promised herself she wouldn't be like other Generals, who took their authority for granted... She wanted to keep that eagerness, encourage it. Soldiers who wanted to serve were far better than ones who did so only out of fear or obligation.

Jet arrived first and Cin's black red eyes flicked to him with approval, the teal-haired Chrysocolla arriving not long after in a more mundane manner. A smile spread across her face as the General stepped back from the edge and approached, taking up a position between and apart from them so they stood like three points to a triangle.

"You're both prompt... that's good." She lifted her chin as she pulled a hand from her pocket and gestured from one to the other. "Captain Jet. Corrupt Super Chrysocolla. I called the both of you because, at this point in time, you are the only two officers under me and I thought it was about time you met and we did some team work together. You've both been doing well, individually, but working with other officers is one of the hardest and most needful skills for Negaverse agents. Too many of us struggle with it and too many try to solo things that would have been better done in pairs or as a team."

The tall woman half turned, her tail flicking behind her knees, and waved her hand in the direction of the lone order signature she could feel moving away from them.

"I've tracked down one of our defectors, a senshi girl who purified a few months ago. I think it would be a good exercise for the three of us to take her down and deliver her to the General Queen." She glanced over at the corrupt, a half smile on her face. "Once you've caught your breath, of course. But not too long or we might lose her."

Cinnabar lifted her hands and pointed one in each direction, miming a path that traveled out, then curved inwards to meet.

"I'm going to send either of you to the sides to parallel her course... I want you to try to get ahead of her, and then close in and either block her in, or get her to turn back." She grinned as she brought her hands together, as though capturing the wayward senshi in between. "I'll come up from behind, either to catch her as she doubles back, or to drive her into you. Questions so far?"

Jet glanced curiously at the woman called Chrysocolla, still trying to place where he knew her from. He knew he saw her face before, but the name just wasn’t matching up. Still, ne nodded in return and turned to listen to their orders.

The plan was simple enough. Corner the defector and bring her to the General Queen. He and the Corrupted Senshi would circle around and the General would come up from behind.

“Understood,” he said, drawing his two knives from subspace, his expression hardening with determination. He was still just a Captain, but he would use every opportunity he could to show that he was capable of more.

Jet could understand the other’s concern, but he didn’t think that information was vital.

“It doesn’t matter what she looks like. We’ll follow her aura. If it’s the wrong one, we’ll just capture that one instead,” he suggested, making to head towards the edge of the building. “If other enemies show up,” he said over his shoulder, although his gaze was not as harsh as it could have been. They were on the same team, after all. “We’ll take them out.”

With that, he jerked his head for her to follow. “I’ll take the left. What’s your magic?” he asked, hoping she could still hear him as he leapt across to the next building to follow the faint aura.

"My magic screws up people's emotions," Chrysocolla explained briefly to Jet, leaping to the opposite building to parallel the Captain's path. "I'll use it on her -- you'll get what I mean then." She quieted down, after that; no use being too loud and ruining everything and disappointing Cinnabar, was there? (Blonde hair, green eyes, leafy green dress. If this idiot girl thought she could go out only a month after leaving, like everyone would forget about her - she'd been wrong. No smarts! No smarts at all.)

Heel to toe, spring off the rooftops, gently gently -- she'd gotten good at this, at the rhythm of kicking off and landing gently like it was nothing at all. It was repetitive. It was good. Every so often she looked over at Jet, to make sure she was going the right way, to make sure everything was correct - she'd wait for him to call out the mark, but Chrysocolla was scanning the streets and roofs all the same.

She just didn't want to make a mistake, that was all.

Cinnabar trotted along at a comfortable pace, taking her time and letting her two subordinates figure out their own roles here. Not too fast... if that senshi caught wind of her signature it would make things a good bit harder.

The senshi herself was in the alley between two buildings, pounding a youma to dust with her fists. Her sphere was obviously something plant based, and just as obvious, she had an extreme dislike for the monsters that served the Negaverse. It was hard to say if it was a recent thing or just something she had always felt. Youma weren't fond of corrupt senshi either, so it was entirely possible.

Cinnabar had a picture of her in her head now, each detail memorized from weeks to tracking her down. She'd watched her come and go in her patrols, fighting other agents and youma and in general being a nuisance. She'd watched until she knew her schedule and her contacts and her fighting style, and now... now she would bring down punishment on this wayward senshi for her betrayal.

A grin split Cin's face and she hummed happily. Jet and Chrysocolla would get a good chance today to met out justice.

The Senshi was busy offing a youma, which served as a perfect little distraction as they drew closer. He cloud almost sense the hesitance in his temporary partner, but he wasn't really bothered by it. He could understand the hesitation when it came to one's ability, but at least it didn't seem to be there when it came to actually hunting this Senshi down.

When it seemed as though the Senshi finally made up her mind to flee, Jet teleported in front of her to block her path. "Hello," he greeted, a dark gleam in his usually youthful eyes.

The corrupted Senshi should be close behind him, and Cinnabar not far after that. The Senshi spun around with a horrified look on her face for a moment, and then her desire to fight kicked in, giving up on her attempt to run. Jet moved to attack, his weapons raised when she called her magic.

He didn't hear what the name was, but he suddenly felt the bite of thorns digging into his leg from a magical vine of sorts that appeared from the ground. Jet let out a yelp of pain, even more so when the cuts he'd received started to burn, and he attempted to yank his leg away. He managed to untangle himself, but not before ruining the leg of his pants, p***k points of blood soaking into the fabric.

"G-got it," Chrysocolla breathlessly called back, murmuring her phrase under her breath and squeezing the forming energy between her hands - Jet had the senshi distracted, that was good - and when the other girl was still distracted, she lunged forward, one hand grabbing her opponent by the upper arm and the other hand shoving the magic into the senshi's body. It barely took any time to take effect -- she started to cower, trying to tear away from Chrysocolla's hand, shaking like she would shatter - and that was good.

(Well. It did make Chrysocolla a little disgusted, in the back of her mind, that she was hurting someone like this. But she didn't worry about things like that. Cinnabar had told her what to do, and she would do it, and she didn't really care about what happened along the way??? Life was funny like that.)