[Color=DCDCDC][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]Bludhaven // USA:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=SILVER]May 15[SUP]th[/SUP], 2019 - 3:00 PM // Port Authority Bus Tunnel[/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT][/COLOR]

Saalima rolled herself into the elevator, bag of groceries on her lap. she [i]fucking [u]hated[/u][/i] these damned derelict creaky-ass elevators, but at least they usually stayed running, and actually existed. She couldn't imagine trying to live in Metropolis: despite its glitz, it still had a long way to go on accommodating the marginalized elements of society. The elevator jerked into motion, and her and an elderly man with a walker moved upwards slowly. Saalima took the time to read the graffiti on the walls - mostly old, and the new stuff didn't appear to have any affiliations with any gangs she knew could become active again. They reached the top, and the formerly brown elevator opened up onto the sea of grey that was the bus exchange/blue line elevated terminal. She moved towards the stop for the train, and it rolled to a stop two minutes later. Not many people were on the train, which was nice, because it allowed her to take up the space that she needed to, as she moved her body onto the subway seat and folded her wheelchair, holding it up against the wall. The long ride back underneath The Narrows was uneventful, and she took the second stop off. exiting was always the hard part - she had to already be in her chair and ready to go before the train stopped, which meant bracing for dear life on hand rails if there were enough people around to catch attention. fortunately there wasn't, so she only made a visual of stopping herself for the security cameras, and held her wheels in place mentally. 

When she got back home she'd finish up the website she was making and send that off, stream for a few hours, and then protect the city in her real job as...

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[Color=DCDCDC][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]Bludhaven // USA:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=SILVER]May 16[SUP]th[/SUP], 2019 - 1:00 AM // Green Line Docks[/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT][/COLOR]

Saalima always felt a little silly floating across The Narrows in a black gown: it would be funny if it wasnt merited. She needed to project an image. The only way that the damned thugs were ever going to learn their lesson was through fear, and the imagery of a motionless ghost popping their arms out of their sockets seemed to do a pretty decent job of scaring them out of the ci - 

she heard something.

a thunk, like someone had dropped something heavy, coming from the abandoned portion of these docks. She floated quickly onto the top of an old wooden roof, checking that it was stable before she landed fully, and listened closely.... yes...voices... whispered chastisement. two buildings down. At least two. She needed to scout out further. As she drifted across cover - quickly darting through gaps, keeping below rooftops, she considered... she had crossed the narrows for the better part of 5 minutes, and got a pretty good look across the docks. she didnt see any boats come in, though it was possible that a small one could have escaped her eye. but the warehouse was a fair distance away from the water, regardless. This was probably an escapade that she could mentally file under "car or other," meaning that they would be more carefully guarding the entrance closer to the roadway. probably. A southward approach seemed best, and as the suspected warehouse came into view, her suspicion was correct. Two guards, both with some sort of semi-automatic weapon by the looks of things. 

This was clearly big. or at least they thought themselves big. Those sorts of guns were not legal in this area. She floated around to the side, trying to get a better view towards the front - they were keeping no one on the sides, and there was a gap in useful cover before she could move further, a collapsed building not safe to use both for the lack of cover and the possibility of making a sound. She kept watch of the situation at this edge for fifteen minutes... thirty...fourty five. No patrols. Interesting. Maybe not actually that big? She considered the possibility of an unseen barrier or alarm of sorts, but decided it was unlikely. She had been the most powerful person in terms of extrahuman abilities in Bludhaven for at least a year now. She'd keep an eye out though. As for now, the rear guards had to go silently. She had had plenty of time to consider the best course of action as she monitored the area, and moved swiftly into action, moving back to the roof of the building across from the two rear guards, landing lightly. She needed to focus. There was a myrad of gravel and other stoney debris littering the area, which made good projectiles. The swarm of pebbles quickly shot at the foreheads of both men, and they were unconscious before they really knew what hit them. She waited 5 minutes - nothing, and then floated over to where they lay. she mentally removed the body armor and shirts of both men, and used them to tie their arms together and gag their mouths. she switched on the safeties to both guns and floated them well away from the two, before smacking them in the head another few times just to make sure. One of the windows on the upper floor of the warehouse was broken, and she elected to enter through there. there was some cover still, and it made a great perch. As she looked around, she realized...

a lot more guns. like. a LOT. Boxes overflowing with ammunition, and a few people looking stereotypically evil, unloading the last of the boxes from a former U-Haul van. Someone was planning on starting something, and she was going to find out exactly what it was...