Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20180831104140/@comment-25389303-20180901190432

"Nice, that will come in handy," Blanc replied with a private smile, still unaware of the approaching threat as she took the map from Nobel's outstretched hand. She gestured towards the now-undefended route into the building. "You go on ahead to the vault, I'll be right with you once I've cut the power. Do whatever you have to do."

She waved a hand in farewell before turning and jogging in the direction of the power station. This time she didn't waste any time being particularly stealthy as she blasted apart the gate's metal padlock with an Aura-infused punch. A few steps forward, and she found herself amongst the many fuse boxes, capacitors and other electronic systems of which she knew nothing. Had she not been in the middle of a robbery, she might have taken the time to enjoy the unfamiliar technology that surrounded her, and figure out a way to disable the system seamlessly and efficiently.

Instead, she strolled up to the most important-looking cabinet she could find, ripped off the panel and punched the circuitry inside. Once. Twice. Three times. Over and over again she hit it, ignoring the slight tingling of her skin as her suit deflected the lethal dosages of electricity flooding over it, until finally sparks flew, and the lights in the facility went dark.

That ought to do it.

She could hear raised voices inside the main storage area, emanating from the largely open northern side of the building. It wouldn't be long before someone traced the problem to her less-than-subtle handiwork.

Better not drag my feet then.

Without delay she hurried to the door through which Nobel had already passed through. The room beyond was pitch black - as was the corridor connected to it. She moved to follow, but then suddenly stopped herself.

If not for her helmet's adaptive hearing, she would have missed it - the faint flapping of wings, perhaps belonging to an owl or nighthawk spooked from their resting place by some unseen trespasser. And following it, the faintest of footsteps. Near silent, but in their own way, distinct. Distinct enough for Blanc to realise she was not alone in the dark.

An unfamiliar feeling of panic began to rise within her as the thought of being caught alone momentarily got the best of her, but she fought it back down with a shaky breath. Wordlessly, she turned and retrieved the rifle from her back. At the press of a button the weapon began to reassemble itself, and within heartbeats a thin, curved blade rested in her hands - the black metal already beginning to burn to the touch as the Dust inside ignited.

She planted herself inside the doorway to the facility, ensuring her flanks were secure, before settling into a relaxed stance as she began scanning the darkness for her would-be ambushers, without much success. How many there were, she did not know. But the sinking feeling in her stomach told her that she was about to find out.