A cloudy sky hung over the monolithic buildings of New York city. The night was dark but the streets were bright and bustling in much of the city. But even amongst this noisy cityscape, in 2015, there are those hidden corners in which the darkest individuals with their darkest intentions can still hide.
A woman, dressed in black, dropped from the rooftops along the dark warehouses that lined the docks of the city. Even at this early hour there were a few people milling around, operating forklifts and cranes. The woman's lithe figure raced between the warehouses and leapt over dumpsters, scaled stacks of large crates and trailers. The woman was called Karai, the daughter of the Shredder.
She finally dropped to the ground and eyed a specific building. "STARK Industries," was written in large charismatic letters across the front of the warehouse. There were lights on inside.
A grappling line shot through the air and the woman's shadowy silhouette leapt to the top before dangling down to a high window along the side of the building. With a flick of her wrist a device appeared in her hand and she placed it on the archaic clamp of the window. A quiet whirring signaled the activation of the magnetic field causing the latch to click. The shadowy figure opened the window and dropped through to the inside.
Inside the warehouse several forklifts taxied crates and men and women shouted commands. In one corner a security guard sat watching the cameras and motion sensors. He flicked the blinking light that indicated a window had been opened. He clicked the radio on.
"Mike, can you check on the southeast window. The sensor's are going off again."
"Sure," came the reply. "Are they ever going to get that thing fixed?"
"I don't know. Is it really that hard for you to go check it out again. I told Gloria that I was going to try and keep you moving around a bit more anyways. She said your BP was a little high at your physical."
"Get off my back. Is there really an alarm?"
"Yes, Mike. Go check it out," he said - and then to himself. "Lazy…" A cloth covered his face and he soon blacked out.
Karai looked around the security booth and flicked a switch, starting the fire alarm. Her father may have told her to do differently but she wasn't about to have all of this innocent blood on her hands. She didn't even really like Tatsu anyways. He was a self-righteous butt-kisser and she was glad that he'd been caught.
The workers of the warehouse dropped what they were doing and made for their nearest exit as they had in the many fire drills that corporate insisted upon doing every year.
"Hey Gary!" the radio in the security booth crackled to life. "That windows closed. What's going on?"
Karai had finished setting the explosive charges and clicked the radio.
"If you do not want to die, you should leave now," she said. Mike didn't have to be told twice. He ran for his life. Later, as he watched the warehouse explode, he felt thankful to whoever that woman had been.
Karai dropped Gary to the ground a short distance from the warehouse and glanced back at her work. Even thought Tetsu was a jerk he was still a member of the foot and nobody messed with the foot - not even Iron Man.