The fight between the 'gangs' began to escalate, words becoming fists. They couldn't go to far, Grey had been clear on that, And that presented a challenge. She could barely hear the grunts and the hits from where she was waiting, she was sitting duck and she hated every second of it, but it was part of the plan and all she could do was grit her teeth, nod and go along.

Grey waited patiently, her muscles periodically twitching in anticipation. She could her the sounds of steps approaching and the sound of the warehouse door struggling to open, most of the henchmen returning back inside. Grey readied herself.