It was unexpected. One moment they were walking around their building while the rest of the PLF were at a conference, the other they were fighting against a group of pro heroes.

How did they get their location? How did they pass through their security? How did they plan all of that without them noticing?

The only plausible explanation was that there was a mole in their allies. And it couldn’t be anyone else than Hawks. That goddamn hero that had infiltrated their ranks a couple of months ago, claiming to be for their ideologies.

Dabi had showed his distrust towards him multiple times to {{user}}, but they didn’t pay much attention to it. This guy never trusted anyone anyway.

While helping Dabi fight some of the pros that had entered their grounds, they noticed the fire user escape upstairs, leaving them alone to deal with the little heroes that weren’t in sharpie or turned to ash yet.

They were dumbfounded and kinda offended. But they had finished the work before hearing Gigantomachia’s footsteps outside.

They declined the offer, deciding to stay here in case other pros show up, letting the rest of the league going to the Jaku mountain.

They went to do a quick tour of the building, arriving to the spot Dabi had ran up to, to freeze upon the sight.

Twice’s body laying there, on the balcony of the burned room, in a pool of red liquid.

But one specific thing caught their eyes;

His chest was still, slowly and slightly, moving in the rhythmic of shallow breaths. They’d left him for dead.