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The explosive mercenary had been rounding circles around the warehouse for what felt like months, scanning the place for bugs of traps to the best of his well-trained ability.  For this outstanding effort and tense scrutiny, the reward was fairly lackluster in the fact that there simply was no reward to speak of.  Despite his best efforts, War-Pulse turned up little to no results from his initial scanning of the room, either she was very good at hiding herself, or he was in the wrong warehouse.

However, Pulse's disappointment was interrupted by the crackling of his communicator, apparantly Warden had finished with whatever had drawn him away from managing the mercenary's efforts.

"Pulse, any luck on the target?"

[color=00aeef]"Oh yeah!  I also found Waldo and the Loch Ness monster having a tea party with an Alien!"[/color] 

"A simple 'no' would have sufficed."

[color=00aeef]"Pbbtht, that's not fun."[/color] Came a snap from Pulse as he exhaustively sprawled into one of the lone, musty chairs that surrounded a table in the middle of the warehouse. [color=00aeef]"However, in all honesty, I think I may have the wrong place, it does not look like there is anything of significant value here, woman or otherwise."[/color]

"Hm.  Usually my intel is never wrong, the contact must have given faulty information, or this woman really is as good as they say."  Warden took a pause for let out a firm breath, a silence filling the link before he continued. "Keep your guard up, she may be trying to get the drop on you."

[color=00aeef]"Shouldn't you be looking for that?"[/color]

"I am, but I'm not perfect, the contact was not very clear when they gave you her abilities, I'd be ready for anything."

[color=00aeef]"Frankly the only thing I was not ready for were the size of the rats in this warehouse, I think the last one I saw could eat a tabby cat."[/color]

"Focus, Pulse.  This is a big job on our hands."

[color=00aeef]"I'm always focused, you know this!"[/color]

"Then why can I see on your vest cam that you aren't even sneaking anymore?"

[color=00aeef]"Meh, sneaking is boring.  You know what's easier?"[/color]

And without warning, War-Pulse struck the front door with his palm, casually turning about as the heavy metal door was ripped from its hinges and sent bouncing along the street, crashing into a dumpster a block down from where he was.  As he turned to face the silent room from the doorway, he called out in a display of brazen boldness.

[color=00aeef]"Alright!  Ollie Ollie Oxen Free! I'm done playing hide and seek!  Let's get to the real game!" [/color]

"Did you really just--"

[color=00aeef]"Yup."[/color]

"You are such a moron."