Thread: Outmatched (Dawnella X Greeneyed23)

In the shadows, Caitlin was satisfied as she began to emplace sensitive listening equipment while the mobsters below ranted about their wants. Satisfied, all she had to do now was wait until the meeting was over and escape undetected. The sound of glass locking and the building pressurized suddenly alarmed her though, and as her gaze shifted from the meeting below to the catwalk, she saw a man walking directly towards her as she filled with panic she was about to be exposed! He kept moving until they were nearly face to face and his blue eyes were unmistakably fixed to hers moments before he spoke, Hello my dear. You certainly do look fetching in that outfit. Paralyzed to the spot, Caitlin thought that he was about to notify the others and get her killed as she remained silent, more terrified than she'd ever been in her short time as a heroine. As attractive as he was, she was in no position to appreciate it as her mind raced for a plan to escape the now compromised mission and warehouse. Hearing him speak again, she saw him leave to the other section of catwalk seconds before the steel underneath her was rocked my explosions, nearly sending her cascading over the side as she dropped to her hands and knees, bracing and holding on for dear life as it fell she barely managed a graceful tumble as it hit and caught herself as she crashed into the meeting table underneath her, destroying it in the process. Stunned, she remained on her hands and knees as she coughed and caught her breath before staggering to her feet before raising her hand to block out a massive light that made her the center of attention to all of the dons, and in that brief instant she realized she was about to die. Miraculously, she hadn't been shot, and the man from earlier had stopped them from killing her. Standing very still, she knew fleeing wouldn't save her as one of the female dons protested, only to be cut down by a vicious blow that seemed to pacify the others. Caitlin didn't understand why he hadn't killed her already, but he seemed to be more interested in the criminals surrounding her as he admonished them for their failures. His veiled threats weren't lost on her, and as he finished talking she saw turrets springing up at the corners of the room dropping prone and pressing herself flat against the remnants of the catwalk, she heard the guns spin briefly before the room exploded in gunfire. Luckily, she managed to miss sight of most of it as she pressed her face own and covered her head with her hands. Daring to look up as the guns ceased firing, and she didn't feel anything that might indicate she was hit, Caitlin felt her heart stop as she saw the guns focused on her. Expecting them to fire, they didn't as the seconds ticked by and the man identified as Harold began to speak again. Stunned, she didn't manage to reply, not wanting to say anything that might cause him to fire on her before forcing a smile at his nickname for her and his compliment it might help her survive longer. She had his name, at least, which made her more anxious at why he would give up that information so readily. It wasn't long before he'd finished, and Caitlin could hear the faint sound of the building depressurizing as she ran up, coughing barely able to breathe, she made her way out the way she'd entered before reporting desperately to her higher intelligence what had happened. LATER THAT EVENING As she sat before her desk, her hair still damp from the shower and her body wrapped from the thighs to just above her nipples in a simple white towel while she perused his file. It was as he had said, but the file was more detailed than she'd anticipated he was relatively new to the United States and her city, but certainly well established. Her lips nibbling gently on a pen as she examined his data, she saw what might have been an oversight on his part the weapons he'd used were the products of a company with known criminal ties, and she felt that if she were to ever find his personal location or to draw him out, affecting the means of his brutality was a good place to start. With a yawn, she pulled the towel off before applying her moisturizer as she always did before bed and sending a request to the intelligence community for additional assets and information. She already planned to scout Apex Weapons the next day though, although it would be without official authorization. THE NEXT MORNING Breaking into the structure had been easier than she'd thought, much easier actually. For a place dealing in dangerous and classified information, security was very lax. The structure was completely silent as she crept through the crowded rooms, overflowing with parts until she nearly screamed as a loud bark filled the room luckily, the German shepherd was caged, and as she brought herself back to her feet, dusting herself off after her tumble, she entered what she had sought the entire time a room full of servers, which she had every intention of compromising their precious data.