Valerie - or should I say, Dark Fox- teleported over the roofs of buildings as fast as she could. She had no time to lose. She was running faster than she ever had before, to cover more ground between warps, and nearly two miles passed, before she paused to catch her breath. She flipped her phone open and checked the tracker. The vans were converging in Manhattan. She switched to the messaging app and opened Danielle's contact. Hey, Dani. Meet me in the alley beside your arcade. D.F." D.F. was code for, 'Need you for superhero stuff.' She was three minutes away, if she hurried. Time was of the essence. She took a few deep breaths and twisted her ears around to listen for any followers, her tail swished excitedly. She picked up nothing, and so, continued on her way to her best friend's house.

Danielle fidgeted anxiously in the alley. She had been assigned a break at the time of Valerie's text, but it was kinda hard to not get missed by fourteen relatives in a relatively small townhouse that connected to an arcade. She kept glancing around and listened as hard as she could, but when chillingly casual, "Hey!" sounded she jumped violently. She looked up to see Dark Fox sliding down a support beam for a fire escape. "Don't do that! You scared me!" she whispered crossly.

Valerie pulled off her mask and tugged the hood of her cloak down, "Sorry. I've gotten into a habit of staying quiet."

Danielle sighed, "What do you want this urgently? It sounded important."

Valerie nodded, "Yeah, it is. I've got this really dangerous mission I can't talk to you about. But I was hoping you could help me get to Manhattan in an hour, hopefully less."

Danielle thought for a second, "Ryan's motorbike is free, if that's what you want. Hold on, I'll ask him." she said before whipping out her phone and typing something. Valerie checked the tracker again while the siblings texted an agreement. Danielle smiled, "Idiot. He thinks you asking to ride his bike means that you can tolerate him. Didn't even realize you're three years away from being allowed to drive. Anyways, let me go get the keys." then she immediately ducked into the staff room.

Dark Fox grinned as she came back seconds later with a bunch of keys. "If I don't call tomorrow morning. Get the police. Now, do you know where Ryan's bike is?"

Danielle nodded and led her to a motorbike parked near the arcade. "There. And Valerie? If you mess this up, I'll never let you live that down."

Dark Fox nodded grimly and quickly drove off. No time to waste. Nearly half an hour of driving like a crazy person later, she was nearly five blocks away from the venue. The tingling in her neck had intensified to a constant prickling buzz. The trucks, which had been aimlessly driving around the area had finally settled and that's where she was going. But she parked the bike here, best to keep it out of harm's way. She looked around to see if she had garnered any unwanted attention, then she smoothed her tail out and repositioned her mask and hood. She half climbed and half warped up to a roof. She had no real need to teleport, the buildings were built barely a two feet apart, so she ran the distance. Then she skidded to a halt as she was faced with a thoroughfare. She checked her phone; the exchange was taking place across the street, a few blocks down. She flattened her ears as the tingling sparked pain down her spine. She had to ask Derek to look into it. Her tail swung around her legs and she exhaled, backed a few paces and, eyes still fixed on the roof opposite the one she was on, she charged. She had one foot off the roof when the warp effect started. She was zapped forward, but not far enough. She was left suspended- for a few terrifying seconds- a hundred and twenty feet above the thoroughfare. Then she screwed her eyes shut when she began to fall. Then a pop sounded and she found her feet touching down in something solid. She cautiously opened her eyes and blinked when she realized she was on the roof that she had chosen before. She brought her hands to her head to check her ears. Ears; still there, tail; still there, everything else; there. She wasn't splattered on the road! She shook herself away from her jubilation and thought about the malfunction. She had warped greater distances before. So what had happened? Then it clicked: The area restriction. Derek could get extremely neglectful, there were barely any unreasonable rules. He must not want her to stray away because her warp tech was wirelessly linked to a server in his lab (This she knew, it just never occurred to her it might stop working outside her allowed area.)

Glad to solve that mystery, she ran two blocks until she reached the alley where the transaction was taking place. A group of men were talking, many were holding guns. She carefully came down on the other side of the building and silently snuck around to get a look at the deal. The plan was simple: She would sneak onto the first truck and hijack it. Then she would crash into the other two and, hopefully, create a big enough crash to call 911. Then make sure the weapons are handed to the authorities. She saw one of the men tilt their head towards her hiding spot. She ducked behind a car, then crawled under it. 'Thank god I'm not as big as most kids.' She thought. The men continued with their transaction, she could hear some hushed whispers if she strained, but the conversation was nearly completely masked by everyday New York. So she pieced together a plan. It was a difficult situation, and she was severely underinformed. She shifted her position, trying to get comfortable with her tail being squashed. Then it sparked, 'I can roll under the first van when it passes. Then I'll break a hole into the back of the van so I can warp inside.' Hopefully it'll still work at close range. She had come so far, she wasn't gonna give up now. The shadowy men climbed into the vans. The other group left, this was apparently the handoff. She waited for the rumbling of the engine, then winced as the smell of car fumes washed over her. Her ears flattened involuntarily, and she almost missed the boarding point. But she pulled herself together and rolled over, under the van- getting her tail wound around her legs in the process- and grabbed the pipes under the van, and wedged herself securely. Super Agility always rocked. She stared at the metal surface, her magnetic senses tingling sharply. She focused them to figure out where there was the least metal. It took some time to figure out, especially with all the pressure, but she figured it out. She tightened her grip on the metal with her left hand and both feet, then slowly shifted her right hand back to punch the spot where it was the thinnest. She thumped her fist against the metal as hard as she could. No dice. "Damn." she whispered, there wasn't enough room for her to build up the momentum it took her to swing her weighty arms in a punch at her normal rate. She licked her 'fangs', metal replacements for her canines that she had been given because of her lack of canines, some of her fillings had been done with the same material. She stretched her jaws wide, then scraped the underside of the van with her fangs, before biting it with as much force as possible. The lack of a grip to bite meant she couldn't rip out a chunk, but the bite got enough metal away and weakened the rest to be able to punch a hole through it. With a peephole into the van, she concentrated on her breaths, trying to pick up signs of life. Nothing, thank goodness. Closing her eyes and entrusting her safety to every higher power there was, she locked on to the interior of the truck and clenched her fists to activate the warp tech. A zap the slight swooping feeling in the pit of her stomach, then nothing. She cautiously opened her eyes. Dark Fox was lying spread-eagled on top of the ton of ammunition she was supposed to be stopping. She jumped up, carefully avoiding getting in range of the window at the front of the storage space and connected with the driver's cabin. Her ears flattened, the amount of metal in this tiny space was unbelievable, especially how much of it was actually magnetic. Just to be sure, she pulled out her pocketknife, then slit a box open to peek at the guns inside. Yup, definitely real. She decided to risk it and look into the driver's cabin. Three people were there, Valerie couldn't even wrap her head around how they all managed to fit in the confined place with enough room to still shoot her head and drive, but now really wasn't the time. One was a driver, the other two were obviously guards. One of them carried a rifle or something but she couldn't be certain due to all the people and changing lighting as they zipped past lamposts. She snuck a peek at the back of the loading door at the back. There was a little sliding notch there, probably to see out. She quickly maneuvered her way around the boxes, trying to stop her tail from banging into stuff as she tried to perfect balance. She looked out into the gloom of the road. It appeared they were heading to a less crowded area, probably out of the city. The other two vans were right behind her still in formation. Time for Phase 2: Crash. She pulled out a smoke bomb, her ears on high alert. She pulled the pin and tossed it in the cabin. If these goons were stupid enough to not notice she snuck in, this would catch them off guard. She waited for it to properly set off. Nothing happened. A small thud outside the van caught her ears' attention and she felt the fur on her ears and tail bristle. She snuck a glance at the back of the van, sure enough, the smoke bomb was there. She saw it for only a quick second, but it looked like it had already shown the projection and now was only dispelling remaining smoke. She turned back and eavesdropped on the conversation in the cabin. Complete silence. What the hell? Weren't they gonna investigate where it came from? Or report it? Or... Anything? Her ears narrowed back. It couldn't be... She didn't... Who was she kidding, she definitely walked into a trap. She looked around the van, finally taking in the noticeable lack of cramped surroundings, like someone wanted her to have as much space as necessary. Her heart rate increased. At first gradually, but soon pounding in her ears like she had run a marathon. Her tail felt like a limp sack and suddenly she was all too aware of the sweat that was dripping off her face. She took quick short breaths, trying to get a hold of herself. It wasn't that bad, she might get out of this alive just yet. She carefully got her breathing into control and then squeezed her eye into the hole she bit into the van and tried to warp out. She fizzled a little, and ended up with her face squashed against the floor. Ugh, she was too far away from whatever processor that was connected to her warp tech. HYDRA was good, she knew that but she couldn't believe how good they were until now. She was so doomed. The van suddenly stopped, and Dark Fox froze up. All her senses were on high alert, ready to fight whoever tried to get in. Her ears twitched and moved toward the sound of gates clanging open. The van started moving again and she remained tense. She slowly pulled out her handgun and made sure it was loaded as the van reversed into what she presumed was a parking spot or a loading bay. She held the gun at the ready, aimed towards the back door, waiting for someone to come. Her tail twitched impatiently, and her eyes dilated even more. Someone unlocked the door, her ears picked it up. Her nose sensed something slightly familiar. Like she had smelt it before. She waited for the door to open, her hand on the trigger. The door slowly, meticulously, opened, as though the person on the other side loved the stress they were putting her through. Finally however, the gates parted, giving her a clear shot of his head. But she didn't shoot, she couldn't shoot. It was like her body had frozen, finally staring at the face of her probable killer and unable to do anything. Her eyes watered as she looked at his familiar face, "Derek?!" she asked in shaky disbelief.

The young man Valerie knew to be her brother smiled apologetically at her and lifted up a remote, then pressed down on it. The jolts of pain that were running through her spine increased tenfold. She felt like she was on fire. Her tail bristled and all her hair stood on edge. She let out a gut-wrenching scream, and she collapsed forward with a yelp. The dark-haired man picked her up with her arms and dragged her out of the van. People were already milling about, unloading the weaponry, taking stock and loading up the next cars to the real drop off point. He tossed the small black-haired figure into a room made entirely of cement. There were no window's, no bars, nothing. Just a metal reinforced door and a single shaft from the ventilation system and even that bolted down securely from the inside. Nothing was getting the Dark Fox out. There was silence for some time, nothing moved, no sound was made, except for the occasional sparking from the collar around Valerie's neck.