Riley hardly moved by car whenever she was supposed to meet people at night. Weirdly, she felt safer if she walked. In her vehicle, she was more of a target for unexpected attacks and had less room to defend herself if it came to it. Without a car, there was also less evidence of her whereabouts if she were to ever be caught on camera or anything. Her pace was fast and confident as she began to approach her destination, an empty alley behind a boutique that had been destroyed months ago. She tried to ignore the scenes she encountered on her way, namely a car setting on fire and the cries of help from a man whose store was being robbed.
She stopped in her tracks when, not too far away from the alley, the sound of glass shattering disrupted the surroundings, as a group of people flew out of a window, clearly immerse in an intense fight. Riley stood still, letting the situation unfold and waiting for them to move or chase eachother down the street, but when another blast was heard and someone crashed on the pavement, next to her boots, she rolled her eyes, glancing down at them with a quirked eyebrow. “You’re in my way” she stated coldly, clearly unimpresed by whatever was going on.
As Cobra, Levi had been tasked with extracting some paperwork as well as backup files from a councilman’s office. It should have been fairly easy if not for the fact that others had agendas that night for crime fighting and good-doing. With his goggles switched to night vision, he remained posted on an adjacent rooftop with a silencer secured on his rifle, patiently studying the route of security within the building. After a solid hour of laying low and studying, he positioned the loaded weapon and fixed one eye into the scope, expertly incapacitating the first, and then second guard on the floor above. The shots shattered the glass, simultaneously providing him access into the building; much to his surprise the breaking of the glass hadn’t set off any alarms.
Once he had his in, Cobra packed up, produced a grappling hook launcher, and allowed himself into the building much like riding a zipline. He made his way down and into the councilman’s deserted office, collecting the physical papers first. As he started to gain entry on the computer to transfer information onto a flash drive, however, a third guard he had neither seen nor anticipated being in the building showed up in the doorway and immediately drew a weapon at the armed man. From behind his goggles, Cobra both realized the man only brandished a taser, and knew the distance between them was close enough for him to handle this third guard. In the time it took the files to finish copying over, the Vortex affiliate dodged the taser prongs, advanced and disarmed the man. Still having said nothing, he delivered a blow strong enough to knock the guard unconscious. To create confusion of what took place for whomever would find this scene later on, he aimed his wrist magnum at the room’s only window, also facing the street, and blasted it to pieces, only to send the man flying through it shortly thereafter.
Seconds later, the flash drive transfer finished; Cobra grabbed it and secured his objectives in a pair of deep pockets on his uniform, shut the computer down and cleared the window like a pommel horse. He knew he would have to leave the scene quickly, given the commotion he caused to make the job look amateur, as well as the other criminal activity nearby. But he wasn’t alone there, and it wasn’t just the dead weight on the pavement that was his present company. Mindful of his usual accent, he’d lived in New York long enough to mask it at will if he wanted, or take on something of a foreign accent tied to the Dari he knew; the latter, however, was something he tended to rely on over the phone, usually. As he was face to face with someone, and someone whom he was only somewhat familiar with, he defaulted to a Bronx accent from behind his mask, glancing down at the unconscious man and then to Riley. “I wouldn’t count on him moving for you soon.”
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