Thread: The hidden puppeteer. (Dals Way x Dawnella)

Dals Way said Another small store burning in the night, another old boy who fell behind on protection money. A increasingly common sight as more of the city came under 'Big Vic's' protection. The cops didn't touch these incidents anymore, they'd learned not to get in Big Vic's way. Not since the last shoot-out ended with half the force hospitalised or worse. That was a year ago and the police were scared to get in Vic's way again, just what Vic wanted to see. Big Vic had the city in the palm of his hand, he controlled the crime, had the authorities and mayor terrified, bent to his will. This had left many families suffering from the unstopped crimes in the city, powerless to do anything against Vic's men and the robotic drones they used. The drones had various designed and was the clear edge Vic had. The drones were more or less military grade robots, armed with advanced weaponry to give their goons the ability to pull any crime. Vic by this point was so feared he didn't bother hiding his location, the man practically ran his empire like a legitimate business. He ran the whole show from a large tower building in the middle of the city, the surrounding area owned by him and used by his organisation for various set up, recruitment and development. The tower in the centre housed the most advanced level of his operations and where the Kingpin resides. Luckily for any would be hero or heroin, this meant his location was very well known to them.... Click to expand... Caitlin spent the better part of the day in her new apartment in the city, satisfied as she lazily sipped her tea and read over her published work before seeing that her father had sent her another message, berating her for taking on such dangerous work. With a sigh, she stood up gingerly, easing onto her tiptoes as she stretched and looked outside her window at the bustling streets below her it was true that her father had made her life much easier through his wealth and influence, but rather than simply become a comfortable journalist she sought out more direct and hard hitting ways to strike back at the crime that had frustrated her. Gingerly, with a yawn she made her way over to her walk in closet before picking up her costume and utility belt, and bringing them over to her bed to lay them out. Running her fingers over the tight material, she thought about tonight, and how she would deal with the rather obvious threat of kidnapping and the transfer of a captive it seemed easy enough, as the man in questions seemed to be a victim of extortion and would be lightly guarded. Undressing, Caitlin pulled off her tight t-shirt and hooked her thumbs inside her panties before pulling them down and daintily kicking them off as she stood before her costume and equipment naked. A smile faintly crossed her features as the familiar rush of excitement filled her, and she began to dress. LATER THAT EVENING Her source had pointed her in the direction of an abandoned warehouse in the docks district, and in the cool air of the spring evening she was unable to stifle a shiver before approaching the massive structure. From a service ladder, she was able to reach the roof, scouting below her as she peered through the glass of the roof before forcing a panel open and descending into the darkness below her to a catwalk. Her chest heaving as she remained silent, wanting to hear if anything was around her, Caitlin then switched on her thermal vision, fumbling with the device before a click illuminated the pitch black structure to her. It was bare, save for an indistinct form that seemed to flicker in and out of her vision. As she approached the heat signature, coming in to range, the vague form would become more distinct. At that distance, it was easy to tell that it was indeed a living human, sitting in a chair in the office at the back of the building. There was a window looking out from the office over the warehouse, but the blinds were drawn. A bit of light filtered in from the room, and the office door was closed, making it impossible to see inside without the aid of her thermal imager. A truck rumbled by outside, continuing on past the building, likely going about it's regular deliveries. The vague form became slightly clearer as she neared, stealthily easing down the stairs onto the upper staircase of the warehouse. Thinking that perhaps the lone person was bound to the chair, she eased up to the door carefully, testingly pressing her weight against it to see if it was ajar. Surprisingly, it was opened, and she carefully pushed forward and craned her neck to peek inside.