Sugilite crouched down behind a industrial-grade dumpster, fighting the smell of trash that seemed to surround her. In her mind, she willed herself to be utterly silent, as the sound of high heels running became louder and drew closer. Her fingers tightened over the small orb of energy she held clutched to her chest. The orb that if she hadn't been interrupted while gathering, could have been much larger. Shouldn't those frilly airheads be in bed by now? Breathing shallowly, her senses strained to pinpoint where the senshi tailing her was. The noise of the feet had slowed, and there was a moment where Sugilite tensed, preparing to make another dash for it. Then, suddenly, the feet broke into a run again, continuing down the street. Gasping a deep breath of air, having forgotten to perform this vital function for the last several seconds, she slowly stood up and peered around the bin. Darn, darn, darn! In a fit of temper she turned and kicked the wall, which accomplished nothing apart from sending a sharp spasm of pain up her leg.

How was she supposed to compete with senshi, with their magic? Throw a small metal toy at them, and hope it hit? And oh, how she'd like it to hit. The more she came across them, the stronger the dislike for their perky do-good flouncing self righteous aliens grew. Showing up, shouting about how they were about to 'vanquish' her, then throwing firebolts and flowerpots at her like some common thug, Sugilite ground her teeth and hopped out from the alley and it's overpowering scent of garbage, nursing her sore ankle. Of course, she knew it wouldn't always be like this, lurking around in dark alleys for one of the population of idiots who, despite all the attacks happening in the city, continued to wander around alone after dark. She had big plans, and lots of them. The only problem she currently had was that she was, when all came down to it, a Lieutenant, and not nearly powerful enough to put them into play. And to get the strength necessary, she had to get her hands a little dirty. Her nose wrinkled at the understatement of 'a little dirty', and she straightened her dress. It was no use, she couldn't go back with such a pea-sized ball of energy. She'd have to switch neighborhoods, to put some distance between her and miss pink-ribbons, and keep searching. It would probably mean she would be working till dawn, and struggling to keep her eyes open and her back straight during class.

They really have it easy, she mused, as she hurried along backstreets. Her mood, already soured by the encounter, kept rolling back to The Enemy. What did they have to do? Nothing really, just get in the way. They were professional prod-noses, dictatorial doo-gooders who fooled themselves into thinking their oppression was compassion. Becoming almost lyrical, Sugilite fumed bitterly over the senshi. The thing that irked her most was the feeling of superiority she felt emanating from them, the pride in which they flew into battle with. They honestly believed that they were protecting earth and the people who lived on it, yet failing to realize that it was their constant presence that forced, forced the Negaverse to take action and make the sacrifices it did. How could they be so utterly and consistently blind, she angrily demanded at no one but herself, how could they not put two and two together, and get off the planet where they were not wanted, or needed? Of course, that was the crux of the problem, wasn't it? That's why they were in this war? Of course, if they left, her double life would be over. No more hunting at night, or coming up with ingenious plots. No more Sugilite. As much as she wanted the Senshi out of her hair, she wasn't sure if she was ready to give up on this new life. It was a curious feeling, knowing that you only really existed thanks to your enemies. And it made her even more angry.