Soft shuffling noises were the only sign of movement in the black. The shipping container went silent for a moment, then annoyed grumbling split the silence. Towards the back of the container, a figure sat up. The blonde put a hand against her head then stood shakily. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, the woman silently picked her away around crates and boxes to the front of her prison. When she reached finally reached the doors, she hesitated. Think, Parker. She thought, Where could I be? How long have I been out? And, is that water? Parker braced her shoulder, pushed the door open an inch, providing a look out..
Lights from somewhere to the left of the container showed a slippery metal deck, metal railings, and roaring waves. The sky above was covered in dark clouds and thunder echoed in the night. "Crap." Parker hissed. Unfortunately, she was drawing a blank on how she made it onto a ship. But one thing was sure, she needed to get back to shore. Sliding out of a bigger gap, the thief swiftly ducked behind another identical container, one out of a thousand. The deck looked abandoned as the waves rocked it back and forth. As she stood straight, Parker couldn't help but frown. Maybe it was her crashing headache, but the ground seemed tilted. Shaking off the thought, Parker climbed up the container and launched herself at the walkway above.
Using the same strength that kept her clinging to buildings, the thief pulled herself along the metal bars, closer and closer to what looked like the bridge. Maybe cat burglars are called that because they hate water. The odd thought came out of nowhere as she silently kept going. Her breaths turned into tiny clouds of smoke as they hit the frigid air. The water was probably colder. Reaching the far wall, Parker swung up to the door, opening it slowly and quietly. The room was empty. "Wow. That's...complicated." She muttered at the controls before her. A dozens lights blinked as a thousand switches lined the computers. Walking along the monitors, Parker bit her lip. This was much more complicated than she would have liked. And her head was pounding. And the ship was rocking more violently than ever. What she wouldn't give to have Hardison here.
She walked over to a phone that looked just as confusing as the other technology. Flipping on speaker phone to give her movement, Parker looked at the buttons. Definitely not English. Parker punched in a number she remembered and sighed, listening to the ringing. Then she heard the doorknob turn. She spun around as a man stopped in his tracks. "How the hell?" The man shouted. Parker dodged as he tried to grab her. "Seriously!" She shouted as she blocked like Elliot had taught. As the man swung at her, and she swung back, she heard noise from the speaker. " 'Lo?" It was Hardison, sounding half asleep.
The thief almost laughed, but blocked another group of attacks. "Hardi-" Her exclamation was halted by a fist to the stomach. As she plunged back into the fight, Hardison was talking. "Come on! I don't care how funny this prank is, but I been up all night." As Parker landed a hit on the man's nose, the ship jolted to the side. Parker slid down the tilted bridge with a shriek. Leaping to her feet on the finally flat ground, Parker leaned to the speaker. "Hardison!" She screamed. There was a thud from the phone. And a metallic click. The woman turned in time to see the man holding a gun pointed toward her. And just in time to hear the crack of a gunshot.