Click. Tap. Click. Repeat.

The blue glow of the computer screen illuminated the otherwise dark room.

Two shrouded figures were curled in a distant corner of the room.

The sound of precise taps on the keyboard were accompanied by soft humming, followed by a quick whistle.

"Well now, aren't you something?" She murmured appreciatively, bobbing her head in time with her music. "Let's see.."

-Paula Anderson-

-Age 35-

-Suspected of Infidelity-

"ANOTHER cheater? Lame. Next!"

-Antonio Ryan-
-Age 24-
-Suspected of Goods Counterfeiting-
-Convicted Felon-

"Now this is juicy~" She grinned, downloading the directions to the target's house before closing her laptop.

After waiting a moment for her eyes to adjust to the surrounding darkness, she loaded her laptop into her plaid messenger bag and attached it snugly to her body.

Turning the volume on her music down until it was barely audible, she turned on her heel and strolled towards the door, her tennis shoes squeaking slightly.

She opened the door slowly, keeping her body low to the ground as she slid out of the security room.
Taking one last glance behind her, checking to make sure the guards were still unconscious and bound in their corner, she escaped.

"This is the only usable footage we have of the girl, sir. Everything else has.. distortions.. in the audio and visuals." The security director explained angrily, rubbing his still raw wrists.

'That little twerp just had to tighten those ropes, didn't she?' He scowled, thinking furiously to himself, while to tried to decipher the video.

"Question: Key information stolen?" His manager questioned tonelessly.

The security guard turned his gaze from the screen, gulping as he looked up at his manager. 'God, I swear this guy is a freak. No matter what I do, he doesn't even bat an eyelash! ..Not like I can see his eyes, what with those shades of his.'

"Thinking he's so damn suave; Does he live in that black suit of his?" The guard muttered, accidentally revealing his thoughts.

His manager tilted his head to the right slightly.

"Question. Key information stolen?"

The guard startled, flailing suddenly. "FU-.. N-no, sir. She was only looking at the civilian documents." He coughed nervously, averting his eyes. He stiffened as the manager slowly reached past him for the keyboard and began to methodically type away.

'Huh.. always knew the bastard had a chunk o' ice for a heart, but never thought he'd be cold.' The guard thought to himself, considering how he did not feel any heatradiating from his manager, despite their closeness.

After a couple of moments, a clear image of the girl showed on the closest screen.

"My God.. what is she, a college student? She looks like she's my daughter's age.." He said quietly, mystified.

The image showed a girl of around 5'8, in the process of leaving the security room. The bagginess of her clothing hid most of her figure, as did the hood that covered the top of her head.

However, after squinting, he could see the outline of a.. silver comedy mask?.. on her face, as well as a taser attached to her belt.
And are those.. headphones, underneath her hood?

He glanced back nervously at his manager. "W-well, uh, sir.. I'm sure that after we update the security systems, nothing like this will happen AGAI-" The guard's words were suddenly cut off as an intense force gripped at his throat.

He was not able to utter a sound before his neck snapped violently, the sound echoing across the room.

The manager's hand slowly released the man's rapidly cooling body, letting it slump to the floor.

"Correct. Will not happen again."

Silence.

A single beep was heard after a moment, before the manager's voice rang out clearly, suggesting a one-sided conversation.

"Yes, Lord Megatron. Soundwave acknowledges. Pursuit of female begins."