[b]Monday, 5:34 A.M.
Office Building[/b]

 The entire building was humming with silence, turned off lamps, and dark hallways. It was still too early for the front workers to come in and cover what the building was really hiding – something that Ranae knew of because of her connections with her father as one of the major, or maybe even [i]the[/i] crime lord of New York. It was more or less of a mistake on Mr. Viktor’s part though as he tried to frame one of the more morally inclined engineers in court. Unknown to her own father, she had secretly hired one of the best lawyers in the entire state and got him off clean, leaving a simple but unique tag on his desk that he owed her a favor.

Suddenly against a bleak background of smoke and metal a white car pulled into the giant parking lot that was marked for employees before a man got out with a small briefcase, locking his car as it sounded the horn briefly. A normal day – a normal Monday morning that meant more work against questionable odds that he still fought, but more quietly as to not get the crime lord’s attention like before. As his shoes clicked against the hard surface near the door, a woman’s voice pierced the silence. “Dr. Silvana…”

He practically jumped, pulling his briefcase in front of him as to protect his chest against any unseen attacks. His eyes both widened for a moment and then narrowed, instantly suspicious of the silhouette that stood near the back entrance. “Who are you? What do you want?”

“Remember about year ago – that you owed me a favor?” she asked, making sure she was concealed against the shadows and out of the way of the camera. She had been lucky that she caught the doctor just as he passed under the watch of the security camera. Even though it might raise a little suspicion as to why it took him so long to clock in, there was no proof anyone had been talking to him seeing as the camera hadn’t been installed with a microphone. “I kept you out of jail and now I need something from you. The new tech-fiber you’ve been working on…”

Slowly, his guard went down, but now his cautiousness had been replaced with confusion and curiosity. No one should’ve known about that. Not only was that section top secret along with any research, but that research was only a few months old, giving way to surprise on how fast it had gotten out. “How do you-?”

She cut him off before he had been able to finish. “-it’s no matter, I just need enough to cover a person. You can drop it off at the Williamsburg Bridge, Broad Street at nine thirty a.m. They won’t notice it’s disappearance for a while and by that time, they won’t be able to charge you with anything.” At that, she stepped back and slipped back into a poorly lit alleyway that allowed her to effectively disappear from the doctor’s sight. She knew that they had mass produced it for testing purposes and that security change was at her given time as well as the doctor’s scheduled leave – she had acquired information overtime merely by being her father’s daughter as well as hiring an expert hacker. It just about time she started setting everything into motion – New York’s corruption was getting out of hand.

[b]Tuesday, 8:43 P.M.
Alex Marcus’ House[/b]

[i]Knock, knock, knock.[/i] “Wha’? Who’s at my door at this hour? Damn salesmen and stupid kid thugs… can’t leave an ol-“ The man opened the door and to his surprise, Ranae was standing there with a bag under her arm, giving him a soft smile. The two made it seem like a young woman visiting a friend of her father’s or maybe volunteering for helping the elderly; Alex was an older black gentlemen that had graying – almost white – hair and a gentle aura about him even though he could get irritated just like anyone else. “Oh, Ranae… how are you sweetie? Please, come on in.. get out of these dangerous streets.. damn thugs and throwing around gun in your face.. ugh..” 

The streets had gotten progressively dangerous, even in Alex’s neighborhood, which was once one of the safest areas back in 2009. They both knew that though and that was why she was here. “Hey Alex...” She didn’t have time for pleasantries, at least not today. “I’m sorry to spring this on you, but.. I need those [i]’tools’[/i] of yours.”

They were half-way across the living room as he paused and stood up straight and looking back to her with a furrowed brow. “So soon? I thought you were still working on your fighting skills and last time we tried throwing one of my discs, you didn’t do so well ... are you sure?” By now he had turned around fully and glanced at her pack more closely.

“Yes,” she replied in a straight-forward manner at first, donning a serious expression. “Things have ... changed since then, things I can’t quite explain just yet... But I know what I’m doing and just in case-” she pulled out the fabric from her bag that looked like a spandex-tight suit that seemed her size, “-I have this.”

Alex blinked for a moment and went closer, grabbing at the cloth and pulling at it for a few moments until stretching it out further than it should’ve gone only to go back to it’s original shape. “I can’t believe you found this... we were testing this new material before I left the military. How did you get your hands on it?” His old eyes drew up to hers, to which he got a smirk in return.

“Someone owed me a favor...”