A Mask of White
Snow drifted down on nearly deserted midnight streets, the few stragglers far too focused on getting home to notice the dark shape moving across the rooftops above them. Violet eyes stared out from the holes of a white kabuki mask. Dark purple stripes detailed the face of a fox, a toothy grin stretched from ear to ear. Long, ice white hair was gathered at the back of her head, secured with two long needles. Atop her head sat a pair of equally white ears, the shape reminiscent, perhaps unsurprisingly, of a fox. A white bodysuit, highlighted in royal purple, wrapped around her form. Her shoulders sported a pair of artistic, purple swirls, a symbol of yin and yang. Her eyes followed a convoy of armored vehicles as they made their way through the nearly deserted streets. As they began to move out of range, the infiltrator made her way silently across the rooftops, keeping pace with the vehicles. Eventually the vehicles reached a large metal garage door. The door smoothly opened as they approached, and the transports filed into it. Looking up, she caught sight of the building the vehicles had entered. A windowless tower of steel that dominated all other buildings in the region. A small smile graced her features as she looked at the building, knowing how easy this would be, which grew into a grin that rivaled her mask as she noted the sigil on the side of the tower, an all too familiar snowflake. It wasn't rare to find such buildings in Atlas, satellites of the ever-present Schnee Dust Company, and given the company's close ties with the military, it was not all together a surprise to see them make an appearance. Shaking her head in order to bring her focus back to the task at hand, she backed up a bit before charging forward and leaping across the street towards the tower. Just before she hit the wall, there was a short pulse of purple light, and her stomach did a flip as down suddenly became, well, not down. Instead of jumping forwards, she was now falling down, landing in a crouch on the surface of the wall. Giving herself a chance to adjust to the new orientation, she slowly stood, the ground behind her and sky above. Balance reasserting itself, she began to make her way towards the roof, keeping low in order not to draw attention to herself. As she reached the roof, she walked off the edge, shifting gravity as she went, ending with her feet firmly planted on the roof, and gravity back at its original orientation.
Scanning the rooftop she stood upon, she found what she was looking for, a ventilation system. Strolling over to the grate with her usual soundless grace, she looked the contraption over. Finding no sign of sensors or other deterrents to infiltration, she quietly opened the cover and slipped in. As she moved through the vents, she shifted gravity frequently, navigating her way down deeper into the building. Her objective would most likely be housed as deeply underneath the main structure as it could be. After all, Ironwood did so love his secret sub-basements. After what felt like hours of crawling, she finally found that she could go no further. The shaft she was currently in dead-ended on a downward facing vent. Smiling again, she made her way to the vent and looked down. She could see a bank of monitors, soldiers watching the screens. There were nine guards total, one of whom was sitting directly below her. Smiling, she slid a finger down each of her wrists, and a small hole slid open in both of her sleeves, just above where she touched. Each hole revealed a thin, rifled barrel. With all the gravity changes up to that point, she was currently suspended directly above the vent, and having gotten into place, she released the shift, kicking off at the same moment, ensuring that her entire weight slammed into the fragile vent, and consequently into the guardsman waiting below. Eight to go. In the time it took them to react, she raised her hands, and with a pneumatic hiss, a pair of darts were launched from her wrists, catching two guards in the throat. The guards plummeted, unconscious. They would wake up in a few hours, no worse for the experience...well, except for the backlash from their superiors, but that was in no way her problem. Six. Noting that the remainder of the guards had managed to recover from their initial shock and ready their weapons, the infiltrator sprang into motion. Jumping in the direction of the nearest guard, she shifted gravity so that down was the wall behind the soldier, allowing herself to accelerate. Grabbing the soldier by the helmet, she pulled him along with her, slamming the back of his head into the wall behind him. From her new position crouched against the wall, she fired two more darts, catching two unsuspecting guards in the back. Three. As the soldiers turned to track their target, she shifted again, landing on the ceiling. Running across the tiled ceiling, she leapt down onto the center guard locking her legs around his head, she used her momentum to flip him bodily into one of the other soldiers, and then, with another shift, she pushed off of the floor, delivering a flying double kick to the face of the remaining guards. Firing three more darts she finished them off, ensuring that they would not be getting back up anytime soon. Then, having used the unconscious guards as a rudimentary barricade for the door, she turned to the bank of monitors.
Finding a convenient port, she pulled out a scroll. Plugging it into the port, she selected the only program on the device, helpfully labelled "Click this." Well, she thought, nice to see that whoever programmed this had a sense of humor. Either that, or very little faith in her technical skills. Considering her employer, it might actually be the latter. She knew it was extracting information from the mainframe, but as for what that information was, she didn't have a clue. After all, she figured, if she was supposed to know, the boss would have told her. A surprisingly short amount of minutes later the scroll beeped, confirming that the program had run its course. She carefully removed the scroll, storing it back inside her suit, before regarding the ventilation shaft with a weary sigh, not looking forward to the climb back to the roof. It came as no small relief, then, when she heard the all too familiar hum of a portal tearing itself into existence behind her. Collecting her darts, she made her way through the red and black anomaly, finding herself in a familiar hallway. Unsurprisingly, a red and white Grimm mask stared back from the table in front of her, but what did slightly surprise her, as well as bring a smile to her face, was the golden helm beside it. Skipping happily forward, she removed her own mask, placing it on the opposite side of the Grimm mask from the golden helm. With a giddy grin on her face, she made her way through the door at the end of the hall.
