Disclaimer: I do not own any Marvel characters, I only own the plot, and may have altered a couple of characters to fit my group of friends. Reviews are always welcome. My first fanfic so please no hate!

Robertson looked at the man hanging from the building. "Holy shit…can we even find out who this guy i…was?" Blood dripped from the gashes across the man's face. "Not sure Sargent" answered the officer. "We're working on it" Robertson tore his eyes from the body. "And clues?" "Not that we've found so far" He glanced around at the blood stained ground. "Keep looking" Uttered the Sargent and left before he was sick.

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Security camera screens gleamed as Jenepher passed them. "Are you sure they're all off?" She whispered into her radio. "Certain" assured Demelza. "Good" Jenepher proceeded cautiously through the corridors to the basement, a large room full of shelves. She glanced through the door before quietly entering. "Which aisle?" "89" Jenepher's footsteps made a slight rustling as she walked over to aisle 89. With a last look around she slipped down a row. Her eyes darted along the shelves until she spotted what she was looking for. Her hand reached out for the blank box in front of her. The metal was cold to touch. Jenepher carefully unclipped the clasps, making hardly any noise. A soft light lit up the silver rod inside. She lifted out the rod. A shrill alarm rang out through the building. "SHIT!" Jenepher shouted. "Grab the rod and get out of there!" Demelza warned. Jenepher ran through the corridors and out through the back door. Sirens wailed as police cars pulled up, surrounding her. "See ya Melzy" Jenepher muttered. "Good luck" Demelza answered before Jenepher smashed the radio.