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Outbreaker Black: A Sci-Fi/Fantasy Anime-Inspired Supernatural Agency RP

@VitaVitaAR

Lol, not titties ON him, titties FOR him

@13org

That seems more like something he has to work towards than be given.

Outbreaker Black: A Sci-Fi/Fantasy Anime-Inspired Supernatural Agency RP

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I misread that as titties.

@Raineh Daze

I'm okay with my character's titties.

Outbreaker Black: A Sci-Fi/Fantasy Anime-Inspired Supernatural Agency RP

@VitaVitaAR You put Suzume's name as Suzuka in the roster. lol

@Renny What is Ayumu even doing, in general? Does he go to school or something?

Outbreaker Black: A Sci-Fi/Fantasy Anime-Inspired Supernatural Agency RP

Naisu.

Outbreaker Black: A Sci-Fi/Fantasy Anime-Inspired Supernatural Agency RP

Sparrow

• Name: Yoshida Suzume / "Sparrow"
• Age: 29
• Gender: Female
• Appearance:
  
• Personality: Professional and calculating, Suzume is as pragmatic as it gets. She isn't very prone to bursts of emotion, having trained her entire life to stay calm and collected. To that end she can always think clearly and she always thinks before she acts. This helps keep her sane for she is ruthless and devoid of mercy, making some believe that she is even bloodthirsty. The truth is that killing monsters (or people) is just a part of the job. It comes naturally and to that end she is difficult to attack emotionally. A woman who kills for a living can't be shaken so easily. Her sense of mortality is keen, knowing her weaknesses and when she can't accomplish a task. Suzume will always prioritize her own safety over that of others, and she will also prioritize a mission's objective over her allies. It isn't difficult to guess she isn't very sociable, especially considering that she keeps her real name hidden by taking the alias of "Sparrow" when out and about. Even when Suzume isn't wearing her suit and isn't taking a mission she is still often cold-hearted and distant, preferring to spend her free time by reading novels or watching television dramas instead of socializing with other people.
• Equipment: Suzume is in possession of one state-of-the-art bodysuit that boosts her physical capabilities to superhuman levels, making her much faster and stronger than normal humans are capable of becoming. Likewise the suit helps protect her by using shock-resistant fibers underneath the nano-weave armor, allowing Suzume to avoid damage from direct hits that aren't particularly powerful. The icing on the cake is the active camouflage capabilities, letting this ninja turn completely invisible at will. It includes a Heads-Up Display and has an integrated communication system, allowing Suzume an even greater understanding of the battlefield and allowing her to have hands-free radio communication with allies. If her suit sustains too much damage it will shut down, losing most of its capabilities and significantly diminishing Suzume's physical prowess back to human levels. On top of this useful suit she is also in possession of an energy blade sword, capable of cutting through anything weaker than titanium. The sword collapses to a hilt for easy storage on her hip when not in use. Suzume has a motorcycle that she uses for transportation, which is also capable of active-camouflage and is capable of reaching speeds over 200 mph.
• Abilities: Descending from a ninja clan, Suzume is capable of performing magic referred to as "ninjutsu". This translates into using certain "techniques" passed down through time. She can use this magic to walk on walls and water, teleport through shadows, create illusory copies of herself, and even put people to sleep harmlessly. But the pièce de résistance of her magic is a technique that allows Suzume to banish spirits and spirit-like monsters which would otherwise be intangible and impossible to kill.
• Skills: As a trained kunoichi, Suzume is exceptional in the art of stealth, espionage, and assassination. Her swordplay is top-notch and she also has perfect balance at all times. Even without a weapon she has been trained in various martial arts. Outside of her ninja skills she is also quite proficient at driving and navigating.
• Brief Backstory: Suzume was born into the Yoshida clan, a family that has historically been privy to the dark side of Japanese politics. A clan of assassins that has had a hand in Japan's history for over 400 years. In the modern age they still continue their discreet ninja practices while under the disguise of a noble family, part of Japan's elite. The Yoshida Corporation is one of the world's largest arms manufacturers that employs cutting-edge technology, taking contracts to sell their technology to various governments and agencies. Something unknown to the public is that the Yoshida Corp. also serves as a mercenary organization, lending their ninja to whomever is willing to pay. As a Yoshida herself, Suzume has been trained to fulfill her role as an assassin-for-hire and has even been given access to prototypes of upcoming weapons. Presently she is on contract with the Outbreak Agency, serving on-call to eliminate supernatural threats around Japan while under the codename of "Sparrow", to preserve her identity from those outside the Yoshida Corp. When not on-call she resumes her "normal" life of pretending to be a secretary at the Yoshida Corp. headquarters situated outside Tokyo.
• Allegiance: Yoshida Corp.

Outbreaker Black: A Sci-Fi/Fantasy Anime-Inspired Supernatural Agency RP

I promised a ninja

• Name: Yoshida Suzume / "Sparrow"
• Age: 29
• Gender: Female
• Appearance:
  
• Personality: Professional and calculating, Suzume is as pragmatic as it gets. She isn't very prone to bursts of emotion, having trained her entire life to stay calm and collected. To that end she can always think clearly and she always thinks before she acts. This helps keep her sane for she is ruthless and devoid of mercy, making some believe that she is even bloodthirsty. The truth is that killing monsters (or people) is just a part of the job. It comes naturally and to that end she is difficult to attack emotionally. A woman who kills for a living can't be shaken so easily. Her sense of mortality is keen, knowing her weaknesses and when she can't accomplish a task. Suzume will always prioritize her own safety over that of others, and she will also prioritize a mission's objective over her allies. It isn't difficult to guess she isn't very sociable, especially considering that she keeps her real name hidden by taking the alias of "Sparrow" when out and about. Even when Suzume isn't wearing her suit and isn't taking a mission she is still often cold-hearted and distant, preferring to spend her free time by reading novels or watching television dramas instead of socializing with other people.
• Equipment: Suzume is in possession of one state-of-the-art bodysuit that boosts her physical capabilities to superhuman levels, making her much faster and stronger than normal humans are capable of becoming. Likewise the suit helps protect her by using shock-resistant fibers underneath the nano-weave armor, allowing Suzume to avoid damage from direct hits that aren't particularly powerful. The icing on the cake is the active camouflage capabilities, letting this ninja turn completely invisible at will. It includes a Heads-Up Display and has an integrated communication system, allowing Suzume an even greater understanding of the battlefield and allowing her to have hands-free radio communication with allies. If her suit sustains too much damage it will shut down, losing most of its capabilities and significantly diminishing Suzume's physical prowess back to human levels. On top of this useful suit she is also in possession of an energy blade sword, capable of cutting through anything weaker than titanium. The sword collapses to a hilt for easy storage on her hip when not in use. Suzume has a motorcycle that she uses for transportation, which is also capable of active-camouflage and is capable of reaching speeds over 200 mph.
• Abilities: Descending from a ninja clan, Suzume is capable of performing magic referred to as "ninjutsu". This translates into using certain "techniques" passed down through time. She can use this magic to walk on walls and water, teleport through shadows, create illusory copies of herself, and even put people to sleep harmlessly. But the pièce de résistance of her magic is a technique that allows Suzume to banish spirits and spirit-like monsters which would otherwise be intangible and impossible to kill.
• Skills: As a trained kunoichi, Suzume is exceptional in the art of stealth, espionage, and assassination. Her swordplay is top-notch and she also has perfect balance at all times. Even without a weapon she has been trained in various martial arts. Outside of her ninja skills she is also quite proficient at driving and navigating.
• Brief Backstory: Suzume was born into the Yoshida clan, a family that has historically been privy to the dark side of Japanese politics. A clan of assassins that has had a hand in Japan's history for over 400 years. In the modern age they still continue their discreet ninja practices while under the disguise of a noble family, part of Japan's elite. The Yoshida Corporation is one of the world's largest arms manufacturers that employs cutting-edge technology, taking contracts to sell their technology to various governments and agencies. Something unknown to the public is that the Yoshida Corp. also serves as a mercenary organization, lending their ninja to whomever is willing to pay. As a Yoshida herself, Suzume has been trained to fulfill her role as an assassin-for-hire and has even been given access to prototypes of upcoming weapons. Presently she is on contract with the Outbreak Agency, serving on-call to eliminate supernatural threats around Japan while under the codename of "Sparrow", to preserve her identity from those outside the Yoshida Corp. When not on-call she resumes her "normal" life of pretending to be a secretary at the Yoshida Corp. headquarters situated outside Tokyo.
• Allegiance: Yoshida Corp.

Outbreaker Black: A Sci-Fi/Fantasy Anime-Inspired Supernatural Agency RP

I almost got a sheet finished but I won't be posting it until late tonight or early tomorrow. Expect to see a new-age ninja coming soon.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Cassidy Hendricks - Some Alleyway

After taking the bottle from Macavity's hands she stood still for a moment. A brief respite to see if this cape really wasn't going to do anything to her. But it appeared that he was staying true to his word and that he meant no harm to her. It was still a strange encounter but he seemed genuine to Cassidy. Or at least he seemed like he wouldn't immediately throw her under the bus. After all he did declare himself a thief and he had a strange way of talking. "Thanks..." With that she sat down against the nearby wall of the alley, opening the Gatorade bottle and chugging it down as if her life depended on it. The drink wasn't exactly cold but it wasn't warm either, making it easy to empty the entire bottle over the course of several seconds. She was definitely thirsty.

Cassidy let out a sigh of relief after she finished her drink, using her left sleeve to wipe her lips of the remaining juice that didn't quite make it into her mouth. It felt good nonetheless and she was surprisingly effective at avoiding any spills despite her speed. But with that out of the way she looked back up to Macavity. Or more specifically: at the sandwich and muffin he was still holding. Now that she sat down she couldn't just snatch them from his hands again, due to limited reach, but instead she held out her free hand towards him. It was petty and desperate and normally she would feel ashamed but this wasn't a normal circumstance. "I'm not even sure what situation I'm in right now," she finally confessed. "I was kidnapped by those people. All I remember was that someone hit me in the back of the head with something heavy, back in Chicago. Then I woke up inside some... thing. They put me in a box and put the box in a truck. I must've been in it for days..." For some reason she was beginning to feel more and more trust towards Macavity. Perhaps because he was the first cape she ever met and he was being overtly friendly. Perhaps because she felt there wasn't much she had to lose from her current position.

"They were moving the box I was in and I felt it get lifted up by a forklift. Something inside me told me it was 'now or never' and I started throwing my weight around. It worked, I broke the thing holding me and now I'm here..." Cassidy lowered her arm now, letting it rest against her knee as she took a quick look around the alley. "I don't even know where here is... Where am I, anyways? Oh! Do you have a phone I can borrow too?" It had occurred to Cassidy that her family must be worried sick about her. Of course she also wanted to call the police but considering that she appeared to be safe right now it wasn't such a pressing matter. Also wouldn't help that she had no idea where she was even at so it'd be difficult to explain her location. Just as she was about to say something more a white van drove down the street next to the alleyway, entirely distracting Cassidy and causing her to freeze in fear from the noise of the passing engine. But, despite the fact she and Macavity were in the open, it seemed that whoever drove by didn't notice. Of course she was also being paranoid. Odds were the van had nothing to do with the people who kidnapped her. But presently it seemed the only friend she was going to have for the near future was a parahuman cat burglar.

With the vehicle gone and no longer audible, the young girl let out a sigh. "I never wanted to be here, ya know. In the whole parahuman scene. I don't know how I was discovered by these people... but I have a sinking feeling that my life is ruined. As if everything has changed now, ya know? I don't like it..." Now that Cassidy had been calming down and her adrenaline was running out she realized something: she had to use the restroom. Of course this would be far too embarrassing to ask of Macavity to help her find one right now, but now her sense of urgency that she had just escaped from began to return. Of course she would just appear anxious by all outward appearances but now Cassidy had the mental note of wanting to hurry up with eating here and then moving on from this back alley to somewhere more convenient.

Sonika - Warehouse

The flight over Denver was both expedient and uneventful. Sonika could finally breathe again as she slowed down to safe speeds, approaching the Russian warehouse from above and landing gracefully right outside the back door. Without any further ado she slammed the door open, which echoed across the warehouse and caught the attention of everyone inside. The conversations and actions taking place were temporarily put on hold as the supervillain trotted across the warehouse floor. "Nicholas," she demanded with a stern voice, continuing her path towards the scene of the crime. The man she called for arrived at her side as soon as she reached the broken containment pod. The broken splinters of the crate had already been cleaned up but the pod hadn't been moved yet.

"I already have the papers for it. The product was definitely parahuman." He handed over a few pieces of paper that had been stapled together. The front page was a standard shipping paper containing things like the weight, dimensions, and some fake information about the contents. The pages afterwards were from the Bratva's personal business, detailing the real contents of the box. Sonika took a moment to glance over it briefly. The subject was a teen girl from Chicago. Her power wasn't expressly detailed but noted to be able to make people think that time had stopped. This explained how she was able to escape undetected once the containment pod had broken. According to the papers the men who obtained her had also tied up any loose ends involving her, so to speak. There was no family or friends for her to go to now. This narrowed it down a bit.

"She might go to the police," Sonika noted aloud, handing the papers back to the middle-aged man. "Burn the security camera tapes and get your alibis ready. I will see if I can find the girl before she gets too far away. Others are already on the road searching. Continue your operations and get that truck out of here as quickly as possible. We will call San Francisco and let them know that one of them escaped and we will get it to them with the next shipment. Do not talk about this to anyone who does not need to know, got it?" Her tone was commanding and harsh, intimidating to say the least. The man named Nicholas nodded his head in understanding. "Good." With that she began walking away. As quickly as Sonika had arrived she was already leaving. Once outside she took off into the air again. This time, however, she refrained from going high speed. Instead she flew quite low, being just barely above the rooftops of the factories and warehouses of the area. She also kept her speed similar to that of any cars that drove below, going about forty miles-per-hour at the most. This allowed her to breathe while she was flying without going too slow. But more importantly it allowed her to search.

Nobody knew exactly how far she could've gotten because everyone's sense of time had been thrown off with the girl's great escape. But Sonika figured she had to be within a five minute run from the warehouse about now. She didn't even bother checking the nearest alleyways and roads as surely other people would check closer to their center of operations. She went straight towards the outskirts of the district and began searching from there. Unfortunately for Sonika she had unwittingly passed over her target, whom was invisible anyways even if the supervillain had looked down. Her senses of the air current couldn't pick up Macavity or Cassidy thanks to his power and as such she flew right overhead. It was unlikely the pair in the alley even noticed her go by, just as she failed to notice them. A bitter irony that Sonika would later regret.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Cassidy Hendricks - Some Alleyway

The teenager couldn't get very far after her little break before something had intercepted her. When food appeared out of thin air and began floating a few feet in front of her she came to an immediate halt in her jog. Cassidy was confident that she was hallucinating at this point and it was just another sign of how bad her condition was affecting her. But before she could start running again it was revealed that an invisible man had been holding the food, materializing in front of her and greeting her aloud.

"Hello, pleased to meet you! I'm Macavity, and please don't kill me."

Cassidy's first instinct was to assume he was working with the people who abducted her. He had a superpower just like she did, though his was clearly way different. Cassidy had never had to deal with another parahuman before, at least not to her knowledge, so she immediately figured he was more threatening than he looked. Why would this man be stopping her? Why did he have food? There were many questions and the confusion Cassidy was feeling was very apparent if Macavity had to judge by her expression and demeanor. "Who are you?" she snapped at him, making it extra clear how defensive she was. This was followed by a quick cough, her parched throat betraying her in the moment she was trying to seem tough. Cassidy was already considering using her power to stop this man and run away but she wanted to be conservative in her use. She had no idea how much "time" she had left, considering how many men were in that warehouse. She had estimated it was only a dozen but when she escaped it was very clear that it was far more than that.

With her "time" reserves so low it wouldn't be a good idea to freeze this man for any useful length of time. If it was only for a few seconds he could catch back up with ease, probably. If it was for a few minutes she might be putting herself dangerously low or even run out entirely. At the very least she had to see if he was going to be an actual threat. If he pulled out a weapon or made any sudden movements she would activate her power. She was feeling weak so if she wanted to incapacitate him she would have to freeze him for longer than she was willing to risk, so Cassidy decided her back-up plan was just to run. "Don't try anything funny..." Cassidy's desperation was getting the better of her and despite her caution she still didn't even wait for Macavity to offer the food in his hands. She gingerly reached for the Gatorade bottle first, prioritizing her thirst. But she moved slowly to see if he would stop her or react in some way. Cassidy briefly considering the idea of freezing him for a few seconds so she could safely grab the drink but she didn't want to reveal her power so quickly. After all he didn't seem to fully understand it right now judging by his comment. Or at least Cassidy hoped he didn't understand it, because the idea that he may have been sarcastic didn't even occur to her as she took the plastic bottle from his hand.

Natasha Burkova - En Route

The blonde woman sat in the back of the limousine with most of her security detail seated around her with only two in the front of the vehicle. She was calmly going through her purse as the vehicle drove through Denver, away from the police department. "Pull onto Baker street," Natasha commanded as she withdrew a small white mask from the handbag. "After I leave take the detour to the warehouse and wait outside my office for me to return if I am not already there." She slipped the small eyemask onto her face before withdrawing a bandana from the bag as well. After fastening it to her face she was already much harder to recognize, unless one were to be very particular with hair. "Consider this an emergency. We don't know what power the cape has. Keep the standard damage control procedures. No cops are going to show up."

Though the limo wasn't of the particularly long variants it still had plenty of room and a sliding glass sun roof over the center of the passengers' section. Natasha unbuttoned her suit and began taking her clothes off, setting them aside in an empty seat in a messy pile. Her entourage was already aware of who she was, leaving none to be surprised by the uniform she was wearing underneath her clothes. Instead they gave a chorus of approval to her plan, understanding what their orders were. Now that Natasha had fully donned her costume she had become Sonika. The aryan supervillain got up from her seat just as the driver navigated the vehicle onto the designated street. There was only one other vehicle and it was an angle that the cameras from the previous intersection would not reach. "Прощай.

When the driver opened the sunroof she immediately launched straight into the air from within the cab, the sudden burst of wind blasting the security as if there had been a small gale inside the car. Not enough to shake the limo but enough to cause loose clothing to flap about uncontrollably for a brief few seconds. But now that Sonika was in the air she was free to move. The supervillain increased her altitude, hovering high above the ground to make it harder to see her from below. The coloration of her costume assisted in this. Once at about two hundred meters she began to move forward, making a straight line to the warehouse on the other side of Denver. Sonika was far faster than any car, accelerating through the sky at increasing speed. It wouldn't take her a full minute to reach her destination across the city, though she made sure not to go too fast. She was able to fly at great speed by entirely removing the air around her to negate all air resistance. Without friction there was no g-force that would harm her and she would be capable of accelerating to speeds rivaling the fastest aircraft with enough time. But the air outside her air-less space was still being moved and affected, so if she went too fast and broke the sound barrier it was likely that at her height someone would hear it below and look up. All she had to do now was hold her breath and move forward, paying no mind to any of the drama happening in the city below as she homed in on her target.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Natasha Burkova - Police Station

This precinct in particular never appealed much to Natasha, visually speaking. It was rather old and rundown. In a way it reminded her of the architecture in Russia: neglected. But the condition of the location was out of her control. All she could do was slip money to the Captain of the station and suggest a thing or two. She didn't particularly like the Captain much either. He must've been real friendly with Natasha's predecessor because he would act very casual whenever she talked with him. It was disrespectful, in her eyes, but her connections with the police were a privilege not to be so easily ruined. All it would take is one bad day to have the entire Colorado branch of the Bratva uncovered so having friends in law enforcement served as a good emergency counter-measure. She gave them money, they gave her legal protection. Evidence can disappear, witnesses can retract their testimonies, and first responders could be delayed.

Natasha has been liberal in using these tools at her disposal. It has served her well in her campaign to eliminate street crime that had been hindering the Bratva. The police, at least the ones in her pocket, were reliable allies that had been good at keeping their mouths shut and covering their tracks. Today it would be no different.

The entourage entered the station, with Natasha leading as her security followed behind. "Good day," she greeted the receptionists, approaching one of them. "Is Mark available right now? I was scheduled to meet with him in a few minutes, if there are no emergencies..." Natasha's entourage mostly seated themselves along the back wall with one going straight to the vending machine for a snack while the one carrying the sealed $100 bill remained at Natasha's side.

"Uh... Yeah, he's here right now. I'll buzz you in." The heavy door made a buzzing sound as the officer pressed the button under the counter, prompting a ka-klunk as it unlocked itself. Natasha and her bodyguard made their way through the station towards the offices in the back. The few people in the holding cells they passed by were pretty silent, indicating there were no drunks presently there, but the general hubbub of the rest of the department working made the station quite loud regardless. The Captain's office, as with most of the offices kept separate from the floor, was relatively soundproofed so it was a refreshing change of ambient volume as Natasha shut the door behind herself. The Captain, Mark Schmidt, was an older man. Quite possibly double Natasha's age. He was certainly overweight and always looked greasy but his eyes appeared worn as if he had seen many things throughout his life. It was only ironic that he looked like he had once been a good cop, considering that if the truth got out nobody would ever consider that opinion ever again.

"You're a bit early. You almost interrupted my lunch, Natasha," the Captain spoke up with a chuckle, leaning back in his rolling chair. Indeed there was the remains of some kind of take-out fast food on his desk, judging by the Styrofoam carry boxes and soft drink cup. All she could do was smile, as his unprofessional greeting didn't really leave much for Natasha to give a proper response without making herself seem unprofessional. "Who's this young man you've got with you? Someone to introduce?"

"This is Samuel, one of my assistants. But that isn't what I came to see you. I've got your payment and a task for your department," the aryan woman spoke up, nodding for her guard to approach the desk. The young man revealed the plastic zip-bag containing the $100 bill that Benito provided earlier. "I would like some forensic tests of this. Please do not ask why and give the results straight to me and no one else. It may be... cape related. There is another family coming to town and I met with one of their members today. Let's keep your men doing business as usual until further notice, but be wary of any new Italians that show up in the city. Now, as for your-" Natasha was interrupted by a simple ringtone coming from her purse. Her personal phone number was never given to anyone outside the Bratva and it was only to be used in emergencies, as non-emergency communications could go through her Blackberry. "My apologies. One moment..." The younger woman calmly withdrew her phone from her purse and flipped it open. "<Is there a problem?>"

The voice on the other line responded immediately, almost cutting her off. "<There is a very big problem!>"

Several Minutes Earlier - Warehouse

The shipping warehouse owned by the Bratva was respectable in size, having over a dozen docking bays on each side of the shipping floor with plenty of room across to allow easy distribution of the various goods that went through on a daily basis. But whenever there was an important shipment from the Russian Mafia itself the warehouse would always be put on a temporary shutdown of the other drivers to allow all the workers to focus on moving the Bratva goods as quickly as possible. Be it drugs, money, weapons, or humans it had to go fast. Many of the drivers at the warehouse at any given time were not affiliated with the criminal underworld and the possibility of being found out made it a dangerous game. The workers of the shipping center itself had been doing this job for years, some of them decades, and gotten quite good at it. Despite the risk they worked efficiently and quickly, making sure that nobody that wasn't supposed to be on the shipping floor was there while they moved illegal goods between trucks.

Today was no different. The shipment today was humans, capes to be precise. The workers on the floor never knew precisely what they were transporting but the size of the containers was always the indicator. Whenever a shipment came with boxes bigger than they were, forcing them to use their forklifts to move them, they knew it was humans. The method of transporting humans was quite efficient, as the Bratva had a Tinker in the Motherland who created specific pods that were strong enough to contain humans and was capable of giving them oxygen while preventing parahumans from using their powers. None of these workers had ever seen these pods directly, as they were always sealed within a wooden crate, to which it was the crates they always worked with. All they knew was that they were heavy and supposedly quite sturdy, judging by the occasional small tumble not being able to break them.

It had taken a good thirty minutes or so but the crew was finally on the last crate. The man on the forklift maneuvered the vehicle into the back of the larger truck, expertly sliding the forks underneath the crate and hoisting it several inches off the ground. The trailer it was being moved to on the other side of the warehouse was almost filled completely, with just enough room to stack this last crate on top of another on the left side of the door. The lift came to a stop and began to raise the crate completely, lifting it six feet into the air to stack it vertically. But in the brief window of time between lifting the crate and when it would've been stored safely it suddenly began to rock side-to-side. The human inside was making a desperate attempt at freedom, prompting a brief chuckle from the forklift operator.

He didn't get to laugh for long. The concrete floor sloped at a downward angle towards the trailer and the forklift was not parallel, giving it a small tilt this whole time. Hardly noticeable, but the extra assistance from gravity was enough to make this day go far differently than was planned. The crate fell off the lift sideways, slamming into the ground with a mighty crash. The weight of the fall gave it enough impact to entirely shatter the corner of the crate that struck the ground first, sending splinters of wood flying for several meters. After a few shouts from the workers around, who had instinctively shielded themselves from the flying wood, they all began to gather around to broken crate. One of the panels had busted off wide, being only kept to the rest of the crate by a single bent nail. The lighting of the warehouse was perfectly vertical, obscuring the workers' view of the inside of the crate. Something felt very wrong, like something had happened that they couldn't see.

When one of the men finally grabbed the loose panel and pulled it back they were all shocked to see what was inside. The futuristic-looking metal pod inside had been busted along its central seam and it was completely empty. The immediate reaction was confusion. They were certain there was a person inside but they saw nobody escape from the crate. Likewise they didn't even see the busted panel on the crate move at all to indicate someone exited. Was it a teleporter that escaped? Someone that could shrink in size and turn invisible? As the rest of the floor workers began to gather around the busted crate the supervisor shoved his way to the front to see what happened. Immediately his face drained of color. This wasn't just a mistake; it was a very big mistake. This was the kind of mistake that would see people "disappear" over the next few days, possibly including himself. "сука блять!" he shouted in frustration as he jogged over to the phone by the exit and began to dial a number.

Present Time - Police Station

Natasha slowly closed her flip phone. The two men in the room with her couldn't hear the other end of the conversation but they both could detect a big change in her demeanor. The Bratva boss had always kept a calm persona, being very concise in her mannerisms and displaying a very professional tone. But while she didn't seem to have any outward changes following the phonecall it was strikingly apparent that Natasha was now very angry. The silent, calm rage that seemed almost as if it was the calm before the storm. "I'm sorry, but I must go now." In the same motion of placing her phone in her purse she withdrew a large envelope and placed it on the Captain's desk. She gave no further explanation as she marched out of the office with her guard in tow, leaving the Captain to feel concerned. Schmidt knew there was no reason to be confused by this behavior as obviously something had gone wrong. But now he was worried if there was going to be red tape in the near future.

Cassidy Hendricks - Some Alleyway

The young girl in a red tracksuit had to stop and take a few breaths. It was the strangest sensation. She hadn't eaten or drank any water in almost two days now but only since she escaped from that crate did she begin to feel the effects of this. It was almost nauseating how suddenly she felt like she was starving and dehydrated. The device she was in must've been keeping her alive for the journey the trucks were taking, somehow. Cassidy wasn't sure. In fact, she wasn't sure about anything. She had no idea where she was, what exactly was going on, or what she should do. Her instinct to get away from those people served her well but she was still only a few blocks away from that warehouse. They would be coming for her soon, she assumed.

But the pain from her undernourishment was getting worse and worse. She couldn't continue running like this unless she wanted to risk passing out. Cassidy had to hide and find something to eat and drink. There were gunshots in the distance, opposite of the direction she came from, so Cassidy knew at least not to head that way. She was in some kind of industrial area. Lots of warehouses, a few factories, and busy roads with lots of trucks. It was unlikely that she would be able to find anything here so she steeled herself to continue on towards the heart of Denver. Of course she didn't know this was Denver yet, but as Cassidy began her attempt at a light jog towards what she thought was the center of the city she already had a feeling that she was pretty far away from Chicago.