Three ancient kingdoms remain hidden in the world where Amazons, Atlantians, Kryptonians lived among humans. Technology replaced magic in the world of humans, and heroes rise to fight for justice. The awakening of a sleeping Princess is not from the...
"Huntsman, what can you tell me about my target?" Wondered the new masked lady.
Huntsman responded through the communicator that was within her ear. "You should have waited until all your powers restore, mi-"
"Huntsman, please refer me to the codename I gave you. Not as milady or Princess." She scolded him, as she landed on the building where currently her first target has taken refuge at Gotham's Museum of fine arts there was a long pause till he finally came out with it.
"Erm . . . Hellhound your target is Dr. Jackson Mikealson a young mythologist known to be a ruthless and cunning treasure hunter on his adventures searching for long lost treasures."
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"Hmm, a specialist in the Inca legends," Hellhound stated while she moved through the shadows of the gardens as the moonlight guided her.
"Yes, he currently took a high paying hunt to South America. According to his bank accounts since his discovery, tomorrow is to be his extensive exhibit on the treasures he found."
"You mean a thief that stole from our clan." Her Grandfather Caleb interjected with a small growl. She chuckled as she found the scent from the bandanna that the Knight's best trackers gave her while they scouted each member of the group that discovered the tomb she was resting in a month ago.
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"Indeed," she agreed and crushed the bandanna that belonged to the target in hand, burning it to ashes with her fiery hands. "Unfortunately for the Doctor; he'll have to deal with me now. How much will the world change since I'm back in town?"
"Many things, amor." Her Grandfather commented. She clapped her hands and teleported herself within the shadowed corner inside the building that held Mikaelson's treasures. She walked on the ceiling in the darkness with only her eyes revealing what she truly is. If things take a turn to the worst, this place will surely go to hell. Hellhound thought to herself.
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