The space that she was crouched in was small and cramped. And dark. Very, very dark only a small sliver of light peaked through the bottom of the door that led to the closet she was hiding in. Her wrist com beeped, "Big daddy is on the move. I repeat, big daddy is on the move."

"E.T.A.?"

"5 minutes."

Nerithla grinned, perfect, "Is everyone in position?" There were numerous affirmatives and an evil cackle from Whip. "Deploy the smoke machine," she ordered. There was a hissing sound and a certain smell started to filter through the air. Ugh, vanilla. A few seconds later there was the swishing sound of a door opening followed by an exclamation of, "What the - ?" Nerithla slipped out of her hiding place and quickly typed in the code to lock the door. She then turned her attention to the man in the centre of the room. "Who are you?" he demanded.

"We are strong and many", said Sticks, Whip let out another evil cackle. The boy probably needed therapy.

Hammer narrowed his eyes at the blurry figures hidden in the smoke that filled the room. Was that vanilla? "What do you want?" He growled.