Banzai looked over the size of the railing, watching the lively, bustling streets of Musutafa hundreds of feet below pulsing with life and energy. Musutafa was beautiful at night. It almost made you forget the massive crime wave that was spreading over it now thanks to the New League. Sure, you had pro heroes like Deku, Ingenium, Shoto, and on and on and on. But even they were being overwhelmed. Sam's dad alway told him not to turn a blind eye when others were in need. And this was his mother's birthplace, where everything began. How could he ignore it?

Banzai adjusted his mask, then turned around and sat down, leaning against he cold metal railing. He reached own and opened the extra pocket on his right, pulling out a small note pad and flipping it open. He scanned the list of animals with times written next to them:

-American Crocodile - Friday 12:50 AM
-Giant Ant Eater - Friday 1:19 AM
-Tarantula Hawk Wasp (Pepsis Thisbe) - Friday 1:46 AM
-Texas Coral Snake - Friday 1:58 AM
-Amazonian Giant Centipede - Friday 4:57 AM
-Red-Eyed Tree Frog - Friday 8:47 PM
-Vampire Bat - Friday 9:46 AM
-Bushmaster Pit Viper - Friday 10:45 PM
-Six Eyed Sand Spider - Saturday 12:46 AM
-Brazilian Yellow Scorpion - Saturday 2:26 AM
-Niquim Toadfish - Saturday 2:26 AM
-Bull Shark - Saturday 8:46 AM
-Harpy Eagle - Saturday 4:25 PM
-Goliath Bird Eating Spider - Saturday 7:46 PM

Banzai flipped the cardboard front cover of the notepad back over the filled pages, shoving it back into his pocket. "Any minute now", he murmured, standing back up and overlooking the streets below. Banzai adjusted his eyes, turning them a dark black as he nuanced it with a harpy eagle's more precise eyesight. He scanned the streets below repeatedly, seeing everything as he were hovering just above it with a raptor's eyesight. He spotted a large truck move into his field of vision. It was entirely black, from the actual truck to the cargo container. It was followed by five more trucks, completely the same. 'Showtime.'

Banzai adjusted his sight and ran back away from the railing, turning around when he was on the other side of the roof. "Ok, here we go, here we go, here we go", he muttered to himself, hopping from foot to foot as his blood pumped and his heart rate accelerated. He stopped moving, taking a deep breath before sprinting full speed towards the other railing. He kept running as fast as his feet could take him without any speed attributes from any animals. When he reached the railing, Banzai leaped forwards in a dive over the railing and off the rooftop.

As Banzai fell, two large wings covered in white and gray feathers sprung from hi shoulder blades. He glided through the air silently for a moment, enjoying the wind on his wings. Banzai quickly dove downward as if he were diving in water, starting to divebomb through the air at an alarming rate. He kept his eyes on the last truck of the caravan, his eyesight adjusting back to normal as he aimed for it. At the last minute he pulled up in the air, gliding briefly before landing quietly on top of the moving truck.

"That wasn't so bad." Banzai retracted his wings to avoid being swept off the truck by the rushing wind, and extended his hands as they became webbed, four-fingered appendages, yellow moist skiing forming from a green wrist. His feet did the same, now resembling those of a tree frog along with his hands. Banzai got down on all fours, sticking onto the truck and beginning to move to the side of the cargo container.

Banzai climbed delicately down the side of the truck. Once reaching a good spot, he moved a webbed hand off  the side of the truck as it began to change again, forming long, large claws on each of his fingers. Brown hair grew on his hands, black hair near his fingertips and wrist. He quickly dug the ant eater claws into the side of the truck, starting to slowly carve an entrance into the container. 'How did Wolverine make this look so easy?', Banzai thought, remembered however that one of his favorite movie superheroes had different claws. He struggled more a moment, but final left a small enough opening in the side of the container.

Banzai dug his claws in one last time, pulling the metal as if it were a can. He shifted his body again, his hand now returning to a frog's and shrinking down to the size of a small red-eyed tree frog. He crawled into the small opening undetected. Once inside, Banzai shifted his body back to his normal form, his hands returning to normal as well. He assessed the mass of cargo inside. "Oh, shit...", he murmured to himself. Inside were dozens of metal crates and boxes. Banzai moved over to a box, flipping the small locking clip open and lifting open the top.

Inside were hundreds of vials of different colored liquids, all organized into groups of similar colors and labeled individually and collectively. One group of blue liquids was labeled WATER QUIRKS, while another with purple liquid was labeled PSYCHOLOGICAL QUIRKS. Some groups were of all sorts of different colors, displaying various labels. So the rumors were true then. Apparently the League had a new commander that could steal peoples' quirks and convert them into a liquid state that could be consumed by anyone. Whoever drank it would have that quirk. This was... bad. Very bad. There wasn't a whole lot he could do here without risking all these quirks being permanently destroyed. "Fuck!", Banzai growled at himself. He took a deep breath and cleared his head. He wasn't done yet, and he sure as hell wasn't about to hand this one over to pro heroes or cops.

'Alright, new plan', Banzai thought o himself. Well, sort of. He'd make it up as he went along. Tsukuyomi had emphasize starting quietly, but don't hesitate to go loud if need be. Banzai shrunk down again, his frog hands and feet returning as he crawled out of the opening he'd created. Banzai clung onto the side of the truck tightly as he crawled down to one of the front wheels of the truck. Once near the front tire, Banzai grew back to normal size and stayed as low as possible to keep away from the windows and the view of the drivers.

A long tail extended from Banzai's tailbone, forming that of a Brazilian yellow scorpion, bu much larger. He'd hit the front tire, getting the drivers to notice the problem. Once they noticed, odds were then entire caravan would stop somewhere secure to investigate. That was his opening. "Here goes nothing", he said to himself, raising his tail and lining up his shot with the rapidly spinning tire. He finally jabbed his tail forwards and into the tough rubber. And... then all hell broke loose.