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But as the man sent the front door flying with his fist and stepped out of it there was a faint laughter from just behind him within the warehouse. If the man turned he would see the woman standing behind him. Either she was nearly silent and had gotten the drop on him with ease or in the conversation he had been distracted. Either way the blonde woman he had been shown a picture of was clearly there. The corners of her mouth were turned up in a smile that seemed altogether sinister and far less cheerful than such an expression normally would. What he would find as well was that in the brief contact the woman had stuck something to him and with a thudding sound a localized explosion of hardlight would strike him as well.

Even as the metahuman could turn around though the woman was moving with a speed that was far more than human. Her hands struck the man, and somehow she seemed to be able to get a grip on him and in a motion that was far too fluid and practiced the metahuman was scooped up and thrown back into the depths of the warehouse.

The woman struck the side of the warhouse besides where the door had been and something came to life in the space above it. A silver energy extended downward to the ground and spread around the rest of the inside of the warehouse a similar field descended. "So another sheep has come to the slaughter?" The woman asked, her voice sounding oddly distorted and clicking. Her silverblonde hair writhed around her as if it had a will of its own, fanning out wide.