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Arden moved through the warehouse unnoticed. Everyone was too busy loading the small truck to notice a small figure in the shadows. 

She was quick, darting in between towering shelving units, in search of the Stark tech. She wasn't even sure what she was looking for. She didn't know what was inside of the metal tube, or if the tech had been moved into a different container.

It didn't really matter though. Arden wasn't here just to find the equipment. She knew the warehouse would be full of expensive shit that she could sell for a pretty penny.

"Y'know man I really hate these kind of jobs." The nasally voice of a man was paired with the thump of footsteps.

Arden's ears perked at the sound and she slipped into one of the storage racks. Her body was masked in shadows and hidden between two large, wooden, crates. 

Two men dressed in neon yellow vests and hardhats walked right past her. A sly smirk spread across Arden's lips as an idea popped into her head. 

She waved a finger and two little wisps shot towards the men's backs. The wisp smacked one of the men in the side of the head before wrapping around the closer guys leg and yanking him to the floor. Their was an uncomfortably loud thunk and the mans body went limp.

His friends eyes widened and he opened his mouth to shout something when the cloud-esque wisps wrapped around his throat. Arden left her hiding hole and charged the man. 

The force of her body knocking into his sent them both tumbling to the ground. Arden placed her hand on the mans mouth and brought her finger to her lips. His brown eyes were cartoonishly wide and his skin was drained of color.

"Alright dude, we gotta make this quick. Where's the Stark tech you guys got this morning?" 

The man shook his head but asides from that he stayed perfectly still. he didn't even try to struggle under Arden. She was almost surprised by his submissiveness. She was used to fighting assholes not scared puppy dogs. 

"I'm gonna move my hand, if you scream i'll dangle you from the ceiling lights." She warned him before she slowly moved her hand from his mouth. The man gulped and quickly looked side to side before speaking. 

"Y-you're that Trouble chick." He whispered with a shaky voice. 

"Yeah." She rolled her brown eyes. She really needed to get a new name, Trouble just didn't seem that scary. "Now Where's the Stark Tech?" 

"I-I don't know." He said. "We haven't gotten anything new all day. It could be at a-another warehouse." 

Arden groaned and tossed her head back. Of course there was another warehouse, she couldn't ever just get lucky. "Where's the other warehouse?" 

"I-I don't know I just ship stuff. I think t-that truck is going to the other warehouse tonight."

"Great." Arden sighed to herself before patting the guys shoulder. "I've gotta knock you out now. Thank's for the help." The mans eyes widened but before he could say anything Arden's fist had connected with his face.

She rolled to her feet and dashed to the end of the aisle. She peaked around the red metal shelving and noticed that the truck was just about ready to leave. It was going be one of those nights, Arden could already tell.

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The force of the truck coming to a sudden halt sent Arden crashing into the metal side. She groaned and rubbed the back of her head. 

Her stitches were still tender and banging around in a truck wasn't helping them. Arden knew that Bailey would kill her if she found out that she was doing all of this with a concussion. 

Darkness consumed the inside of the truck, melding shapes with shadows. Arden was huddled behind a stack of boxes, patiently awaiting her arrival at the other warehouse. 

She wasn't sure what she was going to do when she got there. She had a few options but none of them seemed all that smart. Like always, Arden had dealt with one problem well managing to give herself ten more. 

A series of muffled sounds broke the silence that Arden had grown used to. She listened to the groan and rattle of a warehouse door opening well men shouted orders at the driver.

Arden got to the balls of her feet, perching down behind the crates in a cat like stance. 

The van stopped moving before footsteps approached the back doors. Arden needed a plan, one that preferably wouldn't end with her going out in a blaze of glory.

She couldn't just attack them, that would definitely get her shot, but she couldn't just wait around either. Like a scene from a cartoon the light bulb inside Arden's head went off. 

Her eyes darted to the wooden crate in front of her. She scrambled to get the box's lid off and with a quiet pop she pushed the lid off of the box. The box was small but nearly empty, asides from a few of those alien pulse rifles.

She pushed aside the guns and climbed inside the cramped box. With a flick of her wrist blue wisps shot out and brought the lib back over the box. And once again Arden was in darkness.

The back door of the van squealed as it was swung open. Arden waited in dead silence, listening to the numerous sounds around her. After a few minutes she felt someone lift her box. The box shifted around as she was carried off of the van.

"God this ones heavy." A man grumbled. 

"Asshole." Arden snapped before shutting her mouth. She closed her eyes and mouthed out a 'fuck'.

"The hell was that!" The box was suddenly dropped and Arden cursed stupidity. She heard guns cock and people shouting things to one another. 

"Alright ya got me!" Arden called as a smirk worked its way onto her lips. With a flick of her wrist the box opened and she launched out of it. 

loud, rapid gunfire rang out around her as she medocerally dodged the bullets. Streaks of blue mist erratically swirled around her body, keeping her safe from the bullets the most likely would have killed her.

She spotted large shelving racks filled with boxes and crates. She lunged towards them and took a moment to come up with a plan. 

"Damn. Fuck you're all horrible shots!" Arden shouted sarcastically. 

"Don't shoot! Those are explosive!" One man shouted and the gunfire fell silent seconds after. 

Arden cocked a brow and glanced over her shoulder. She was indeed leaning against a box that had 'explosives' written right across it. And just to her left was a box with the word 'grenade' on it. 

"Huh. That'll work." She slipped her hand into the box and grabbed a round, army green grenade. "Alright boy I don't want to hurt you but I will if I have to."

"That's too bad Sugar, cause we do wanna hurt you!" One man shouted back. "Surround her." 

Arden nodded to herself and pulled the pin from the grenade. "Watch out!" She tossed the live grenade around the shelf before making a run for it.  

"Get down!" The men shouted before an explosion shook the entire warehouse. The bang was ear shattering and a thick could of smoke and soot covered the room. Arden's ears rang and her eyes burned. Her feet shook but she didn't stop running. 

She had no idea what she had just gotten herself into.

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