A/N: Second part of the two chapter update! Comprehensive A/N at the end.
It was dark, the whole of the industrial park draped in shadows. A single street lamp flickered in front of the warehouse, a lone man standing underneath it. He stood vigilant, regularly scanning up and down the street so as to make sure no one came near the warehouse from this side. Where he wasn't checking though, was directly behind himself.
A single crack resounded throughout the eerily quiet night and suddenly the man collapsed forwards. Just as soon as his inert form was sprawled out underneath the quickly failing light, he was quickly dragged out of sight. A muffled thump and the flickering was brought to an abrupt end.
Elsa dragged the unconscious guard into the alley adjacent to the warehouse, lifting him up by his shoulders and shoving him into the dumpster with his two friends. Satisfied with the unconscious tangle of limbs inside the metal container, Elsa shut the hatch as quietly as she could and crept over to the door she'd just cleared along the back street. Finding it unlocked, Elsa slowly turned the knob and slipped inside.
The inside of the building was much brighter than the exterior. She had entered into some sort of office area and could see through a set of windows several mostly empty rooms. Four more guards sat in the center of one of the empty offices, playing some sort of card game huddled around an old wooden crate that currently served as a makeshift table. Elsa decided it was probably best to slip past them rather than try direct confrontation, so she stuck to the shadows and made her way along the wall, avoiding the windows as best she could. Finally arriving at a door leading out of the small office space, she turned the knob and stepped through.
Only to arrive face-to-face with one of the guards.
The man made to shout, hoping to draw the attention of his compatriots, but Elsa was too quick. Her right hand shot up and covered his mouth while her left settled at his mid-section and she pushed him down onto the floor. His surprise caused him only to be able to flail helplessly until a sharp blow to the head from her elbow caused his panicking to cease. A quick glance around revealed a storage closet, in which the guard was unceremoniously stuffed inside before she continued on.
The end of the hall opened up into the building's main floor, a large open room with crates and containers scattered all about. The boxes likely contained all sorts of stolen goods and contraband, but none of it was of any consequence to Elsa. Not at the moment, anyway. In the direct center of all the stacks of boxes was a small gathering of computer equipment, a single desktop and a rack with a couple of servers mounted on it. A single light on the desk illuminated the small area around the tech, the rest of the room remaining shrouded in darkness.
Her goal in sight, Elsa made her way to the center of the room, closing the door quietly behind her. As she crept closer she noticed there was a strange lack of guards for this rather important area, but she didn't let it distract her for now. Upon reaching the desktop computer, she removed her portable storage drive from a pocket inside her coat and set it on the desk, plugging it into the computer. The screen flickered as the system was quickly breached, several windows popping up before a file transfer notification appeared with a small progress bar displayed. The percentage next to the bar quickly climbed, slowing only for some of the larger files.
Rather suddenly a loud klaxon-like noise blared from a pair of speakers on the desk, startling Elsa for a moment. She quickly recovered and grimaced, cursing under her breath that she'd not expected this.
Well, guess that explains the lack of guards.
As if on cue, the sound of the footsteps of four hurried men thudded down the hall, coming to an abrupt halt as they crashed through the door behind her. She whipped around to face the foursome just as they all finished piling into the room. Spotting the girl in front of the computer, a hushed whispering between the men could barely be heard - Elsa thought she heard them speaking Russian. The biggest of the four stepped in her direction, displaying his hands in front of himself as if to show he meant no harm. "Alright girly," he began with a thick Russian accent, "Step away from computer, and you will not be hurt."
Elsa merely shrugged and cracked her knuckles, then raised her gloved hands in a loose guard. "Make me," she simply stated, motioning with one hand for the men to come and try and remove her.
The big man chuckled and started forward, reaching out one of his absurdly large hands as if to grasp her shoulder, clearly not seeing her as a threat. His mistake. Elsa deftly grabbed his arm and wrapped her own around it. From her right sleeve out slid a baton which she quickly grasped and snapped to its full telescoped length, bringing the pommel down on the man's hand.
A loud gasp of pain escaped from his mouth, quickly followed by "Son of bi-"
He was cut off as Elsa's foot knocked his legs out from under him and he fell to his knees. She brought her right arm back, then snapped it forward until a loud smack sounded from his skull as her baton made contact. The man went limp in her grasp and she let him fall to the floor, unconscious.
One down.
His companions watched in bewilderment as she dropped their friend with little to no effort and it took them a moment to recompose themselves and come after her themselves. The first came forward swinging a heavy right hook aimed for her jaw. She grabbed his arm and twisted, using his momentum to fling him back at the second man. They collided and fell into a stack of crates, which toppled onto their struggling forms.
The third swung what looked to be some kind of lead pipe at the side of her head, a blow she easily dodged. Coming back up and under his swing, she brought the palm of her hand into the man's stomach, clearly winding him. Out of breath he staggered back, still clutching the pipe. Elsa snapped her leg high into the air, her boot catching him in the temple, spinning him and knocking him to the floor. Another swift kick to the head and he was out like a light.
Two down.
Her second attacker finally managed to crawl out from under the mass of boxes and attempted to get to his feet, but stumbled and looked up just in time to see Elsa grabbing him by the collar with one hand and delivering a hard blow to his forehead with the other. He too went limp in her grasp.
Three.
A loud bang echoed throughout the warehouse as a gunshot rang out behind the blonde girl. Elsa turned to see the fourth man still struggling with his crate covered form but shakily waving a pistol in her direction. She then looked down to make sure she was whole and was relieved to find herself unwounded. Just as the man was about to fire again, Elsa dove behind one of the crates and flinched as another gunshot punched a hole in her flimsy wooden cover.
She looked around for something, anything she could use to defend herself from her suddenly infinitely more capable attacker and spotted a small red ball rolling across the floor to her left. She looked over and saw that one of the crates had been containing a shipment of toys, for whatever reason. She snatched up the ball and brought her arm back, coming over the crate just as the man was sighting in on her. Elsa put all her might into the throw and chucked the little red ball right at the man's eye.
The toy hit home and the man staggered backwards, the gun no longer trained on Elsa. Just then the muffled screech of tires coming to a halt could be heard from outside and the slamming of car doors quickly followed. The man looked around, confused and dazed. Elsa took the opportunity of this small distraction to dart out from behind her wooden sanctuary and grabbed at the man's arm, gripping both his wrist and the hand holding the gun.
Suddenly the large main doors to the warehouse were slid open and a whole slew of angry men poured into the room. Elsa saw the men flood into the warehouse and quickly wrenched the man's grip to the side and squeezed against his trigger finger, causing him to fire the gun one more time.
The shot went no where near the new group of men, obviously surprising many of them as they moved to jump into cover. Instead the light on the desk suddenly fizzled out and a loud smack of metal against flesh could be heard, followed by a quick shuffling of fabric.
"Get the emergency lights on!" One man with a thick Russian accent shouted, hoping someone would know how to do so.
Apparently somebody did, because the warehouse was suddenly bathed in light, revealing the prone unmoving form of the fourth man and a sudden lack of blonde-haired girl. The computer monitor in the center of the room was suddenly flickering again, displaying a progress bar filled to one hundred percent. The screen flickered a few more times and the image dissolved to nothing but a strange static, the equipment in the room all suddenly powering down. The same Russian loudly cursed in his native tongue, kicking one of the boxes next to him and yelping in pain as his foot collided with the wood.
Elsa didn't see any of this, however. She was already long gone.
A/N: Alright so... Um. Yeah, sorry about the delay on this. Real life got... Complicated. Sorry. I'm not going to bore you with details, I'm just going to promise to from now on try to update weekly. Both of these two chapters probably could have been longer, I'll admit that. They also probably could have been one chapter, but they seemed separate so I kept them that. If you guys don't prefer that, please let me know and I'll adjust in the future, okay? Anyway thanks so much for reading! I really hope you guys are liking this so far, I've got so many things planned for this fic...
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