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The previous night's adventure behind her, Miria returned to her apartment.  She could just return to her ship, but a fair part of observing the events on Earth involved immersing herself in its culture.  At least the electronic records systems were easy enough to get into and fabricate an effective identity.  The details of dealing with a civilization not part of the Alliance were...difficult, to say the least.  It's so much easier when more universal identifications are recognized and there's no need to jump through nearly as many hoops.  Or at least the hoops to jump through weren't new and unusual ones.  Establish one's prior history, identity, citizenship with the local governing body, income, etc.  It took a bit to set up, but the effort was better than simply appearing one day, fully formed from the ether.  She could alter records, but not memories.  

The next morning, she had some unexpected mail.  Looks like someone was aware of her activities the previous night.  And well informed enough to track her down.  This was, in and of itself, enough to follow up on.  There was more to send a stronger message, but really, if one is going to invite someone in as a hero, one already knows what they're doing.  
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She arrived pretty early in the morning (got a scoop to chase down, villains related to the whole attempted museum heist, easy sell to go missing from the office).  Volcano insurance.  Really.  Better be a brand name and not the actual business.  Grailham wasn't even located in a region known for its tectonic activity.  At least it was a more interesting front than an import/export warehouse or the like.  Miria walked into the place still in her more civilian appearance.  She ignored the staff and made her way to the elevator in the back.  It looked ordinary enough, buttons for all the floors.  And after some inspection, additional buttons labeled in Chinese characters hidden behind a panel and leading even further below ground.  Time to jab a few and see what happens.  

What happens is a death trap.  The elevator stopped somewhere between floors, its lights cut off, and some vents near the bottom started pouring water into the elevator.  For most intruders, this alone would prove more than enough, but Miria hardly seemed worried.  If anyone's watching on hidden camera, they're in for a boring performance, as she hardly seems to react to her situation of a slow death by drowning.  Miria at least has the good grace to play along enough to swim to the top of the elevator and get one good breath from the swiftly-disappearing bubble of air at the top of the car.  Unfortunately, the emergency escape at the top was locked and sealed shut.  No way would it be that easy.  

By the time the doors were pried open from the inside, Miria had transformed her clothes into her scifi superhero get-up.  She swam out into a room that was fairly well-lit, with walls, floor, and ceiling covered with white tiles.  It would almost make a nice swimming pool, if not for the corpses in various stages of decay hanging upside-down from chains strewn about the place as food for the crabs and occasional fish flitting around in the room.  There was, at least, a surface here to break.  And above it, in the ceiling, there was a grate.  That's her way out, then.

Some amount of effort and noise later, and Miria was in the room above the lovely water trap, carefully resetting the grate into the floor.  Someone had probably heard that, so she'd soon get to see whatever the next challenge this place would throw at her.  In hindsight, she should've just used her Klein field to trap some air.  Now, she had it up and ready to deflect attacks in case of more traps, or a welcoming committee.  
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And welcoming committee it was.  Miria stepped into a hallway to meet about half a dozen ninjas rushing her way.  "So [i]that's[/i] how it's going to be," she asked.  "I don't suppose anyone knows where I could find a manager?  I'd like to speak about a possible OSHA violation on the way in."  

A volley of kunai and throwing stars was her response.  It stopped in midair, held in place by her force field.  Miria narrowed her eyes as she sized up the enemy from the other side of the ineffective missiles.  "I should have known better than to try."  A quick outburst from her shield sent the projectiles flying back down the hallway ahead of her as she rushed the group.