Corrupted Connections [IOL Tokyo Logistics - Finale][48 hrs]

Ndeye had joined Eternity because she knew they were big time players... this time, someone had been counting on the players to play, however, and as a result, most of Eternity was now caught in the same villain trap that a select group knew as "Operation Sea Priest." To add insult to injury, the drawbacks of the M.A.R.I.N.E. drug seemed too heavy at this point for her to consider using it as a way to enhance her own quirk. For a moment, it had sounded promising: a way to elevate her own quirk to the level where she could easily outmatch even the strongest among her family... for now, the dream remained a dream.

Not a very productive dream, either, now that she reflected upon it. The here and now was much more dire and there was plenty to occupy her attention.

Separated from the others, Ndeye had ended up with Luzia alone. It had been clear at the auction that the usage of the M.A.R.I.N.E. drug had been enough to agitate the girl, who just a short time earlier had been grinning over a jar of disembodied eyeballs. Ndeye could only assume that it came from a place of history or trauma, but it mattered not; she didn't think Luzia was stupid enough to use the drug. Was it even worth collecting? Maybe... it would remain monetarily valuable no matter the side effects and would also be an effective beacon for drawing in the sort of challengers she wanted to face.

While Luzia was pondering how stupid the group had been to ignore her warnings and walk into the group, one corner of Ndeye's mouth turned up into an unpleasant smirk. Her smoldering amber eyes narrowed. This trap was exactly what she'd wanted... "And a trap is only a trap if the prey is not strong enough to kill the hunter," she thought to herself, eagerly awaiting the approach of Japan's finest to try and mop up the myriad criminals scattered around. She wondered to herself how their logistics were holding up. Had they successfully anticipated the number of villains, or were they simply going to be overwhelmed? As excited as she was, she knew that she had to be prepared for some real trouble... "The long term is important too. I cannot die," she reminded herself, curbing her enthusiasm.

Ndeye was already planning to engage the police as soon as they began to muscle their way into the auction, but Luzia had other ideas. She was not an easy lady to drag physically, but she allowed herself to be pulled along by the younger girl, her senior in Eternity. "Fine," she grunted, keeping pace and ignoring the huge brawl that must surely be erupting in the auction area now. She hated to turn her back on any opportunity, but this place must currently be riddled with them. It wouldn't be the last temptation she'd face.

She expected she'd be leading the way and tearing open shortcuts away from their pursuers, but Luzia's quirk proved to be even better suited for that purpose. Ndeye's pride still felt wounded; it was disgraceful to let the smaller girl do all the work, but at least it would help her preserve the use of her own quirk for now. She slid into the darkness of the warehouse next to Luzia.

"You're right, of course," Ndeye agreed, putting up no argument. After all, she saw no police or hero presence here yet (ignorant of the vigilante moving in the shadows) and the blinds were drawn on the manager's office. The sight inside there may have given her some pause, had she known about it. Her arms were powerful enough to block many projectiles, but deflecting bullets was still beyond her. "Do not strain yourself. I can easily carry a large amount of the drug. I will grab the drugs and you will cover me," she insisted, sounding less as though she cared about Luzia's safety and more like she didn't trust the smaller girl to be able to carry as much of the substance as she could. Of course, if the situation allowed, maybe they could even get a forklift and drive out a whole palette, possibly stash it somewhere for later pickup... but she had a feeling the situation wouldn't be so convenient or leisurely.

Ndeye would have loved to flex and threaten the workers, but she wasn't sure if they were aware what they were moving... if they were, they might have guns on hand. Instead, she resolved that she would wait for an opportune moment to do just what Luzia had said: swipe it. Shrugging off her suit jacket so that her arms would not be restricted, Ndeye moved with her back against the box until she found a pallet that was just being emptied from a forklift's prongs. She couldn't carry the whole pallet, but she may be able to shoulder a crate. Waiting for the forklift to turn to drive off, she moved out from the shadows, then squatted, grabbing one of the crates with both hands and lifting it.

It turned out, the thing was really too heavy even to shoulder. Grunting slightly, she supported it with both arms as scales crept down from her biceps to her fingers. This was not a matter of convenience, but more a side-effect of the strain she was putting on her muscles. She moved the crate quickly, then set it down in the shadows of the staircase where she and Luzia were hiding. The metallic clang of box against floor would not sound out of place among all the other movements in the warehouse. "My apologies," she spoke in a whisper, sounding more irritated than apologetic, "but it is heavy. Let us pierce the box and take what we can carry. I do not want to slow us down with too much of this," she suggested, already hardening her arms for the task of pulling open the box top. Luzia could potentially do it a lot faster with her plasma, of course, but the glittering of her scales in the darkness would probably still be more discreet than a neon blade would be. Her shirt's sleeves were almost instantly destroyed by the scales popping out of her flesh. 

The warehouse workers were unlikely to find them here. The question, which she herself was unaware of, was whether they'd pass unnoticed by the heroes, villains, and police, who possibly had more culpable fish to fry (like one such perp up in the warehouse office), or if the shadows would be exactly where those folks would think to search.

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-Ndeye enters the warehouse through the staircase with Luzia and sticks to the shadows.

-Ndeye instructs Luzia to let her handle carrying the drug while Luzia covers them.

-Ndeye uses a moment of opportunity to grab a crate of the drug (or at least, what she assumes is the drug) from a pallet and activates her quirk, attempting to use both hands to pry it open.

As the presentation that was supposed to be the night's climax with the introduction of MARINE, a cloaked figure among the audience turned their back on the display and started to make their exit. They were further back in the crowd, so despite of the figure's size, this went mostly unnoticed. Or perhaps it was because of their size. When all you could see of the person was their deep red hannya mask looking down at you, it was easy to remain undisturbed even in a gathering such as this one.

...and thankfully so. If Nozomi had to have broken her seeming muteness, their cover would have been blown away in an instant. She could handle a silent intimidation, but she was fundamentally incompatible with lies.

As the sounds of the demonic banquet reached its finale, resulting in the death of their sacrifice, the lights of the police flared up and pronounced their presence in this place just as the information passed down to Nozomi had prophesized. The undercover vigilante broke into a sprint, discarding their cloak to reveal their ritual garment as they did their best to choose the unbeaten paths among the port to head where they had planned to in the first place. There was little she could do about this gathering of the misguided and the violent, as much as that pained her. But if this truly was analogous to a banquet of the demons, it could be think of like this: There were more than one way to slay a demon. Even they would starve without food.
For that purpose, yes, Nozomi could have placed herself nearer to the warehouse where she would not have had to deal with quite as big of a chaos. But she had wanted to know what she was dealing with here, so her presence had been important... even if she lacked the resolve to witness his final moments all the way through.
"May your spirit find peace, Nakamura-san. I'll see to it."

Nozomi was not the most agile person, and her abilities at stealth were questionable at best, but in the end she managed to make her way through to the main warehouse. It didn't seemed to have been enveloped by the chaos that had been slowly spreading over the terminal as a whole. However, as the miko approached the building, she could hear a loud voice talking to the people within.
She opened the door slightly ajar to hear what the noise was about. It only took a brief listening to conclude that it was a police announcement for the workers present in the building. It was weird that she hadn't seen any while approaching the building, but the tone of the announcement was clear enough.
In any case, cooperation with the authorities with this matter... was acceptable. She didn't exactly operate within the realm of the laws of man, but she she had as much respect for it as any proper citizen did. And perhaps with what was conspiring in this area, their eyes would be less clouded and more ready for working together, as it was clear what had to be done.
Having made her decision, Nozomi finally decided to enter the building, out in the open, and calmly joined her voice in the message that had been just announced.

"Please follow the instructions and vacate the premises. There must be no more innocent blood today." She made her declaration as she continued to walk deeper into the building with a steady pace, observing her surroundings as she did. She had yet to confirm that this really was the place where "demon food" was being stored, and in turn the location of the one who had helped to gather it, but the civilians took priority. There was no need for more unnatural departures today.


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WC: 638
Summary:
- Nozomi made her way to the warehouse from the vicinity of the "presentation".
- She joins in on the "police announcement", in her own way.
- Assuming that the civilians listened and nothing unexpected happens, Nozomi will continue to walk and do an overall sweep of the building to ensure that everyone is leaving as ordered.
- Nozomi has failed to notice any of the other vigilantes or villains so far, but is likely to encounter Luzia or Ndeye in the near future should things remain the same.


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Quirk: D (Stamina, Exhaustion, Range)
Martial Arts: D
Strength: E
Endurance: E

Influence: F

Shinto: D
Drumming: F

Acid Rush made sure to keep his presence unknown to the others that had found the building. The fact that the two that had entered- one lithely-built blonde woman and another with hulking muscles- had come in search of something to take away as a souvenir only meant one thing to the young man. Villains steal. Maybe it wasn't a profound and ingeniously original idea, but the vigilante marked them down mentally as the baddies in this situation. 

On the other side of this, Luzia and Ndeye's successful infiltration of the warehouse would lead them to the tall shelving units- three, to be exact. The warehouse was quite mundane, as there was only a single large room at the center to store all of the product and a metal staircase that led upwards to the manager's office and even higher to lead to a long metal walkway that shook just enough when someone stepped on it for the workers to actively avoid it. This meant that the two young villains were quick to spot the crates that were hiding in plain sight, and even quicker at an attempt nab them when the opportunity arose. Calibar was able to carry the product of unmarked goods to the shadows that hid them underneath the staircase, but it was in no way hidden. Perhaps from the workers, yes, but not from Acid Rush. Parallel to the staircase were two large freight doors, one closed and one left open, that led to a fenced area of the shipyard. There, the product would be able to be loaded onto ships and taken away from Shinagawa Terminal. Just outside the open door was where the young Vigilante was perched, peaking inside just long enough to watch the villains sneak underneath before pulling his head back. 

Calibar would be successful in prying the crate open, but it wouldn't be the experimental drug that they had hoped. Inside was, unfortunately, just rounds of ammunition mixed in with packing peanuts. It wouldn't be as coveted as needed, but would surely fetch them a nice price if they were to get it out of the warehouse.

The ruckus would be just narrowly missed by the young ice-wielder that was brave enough to step onto the shaky walkway above. With how tall the shelves were, blindspots were inevitable. It was a narrow miss, but the criminal duo would be able to avoid his gaze. It would, however, also work in Maximillian's favor. The yellowing lights of the warehouse shone down in between shelving units and hardly anywhere else- the walkway dimly lit with the same type of ceiling bulbs that you would see in cramped closets but scarcely spaced. It meant that his attire- most definitely not that of a Japanese cop- would be shrouded to the workers below as he formed icy megaphones to warn the blissfully unaware employees of Mr. Amane that the area would have to be evacuated. Quiet gasps would be shared among the group, and low chatter as the workers looked around, puzzled. In the middle of the controlled chaos, Sekkeno would shuffle through the warehouse in plain view of the civilians that worked there. It was a strange way to go about things and it meant that she would also be able to be seen by Maxi just before rushing behind one of the blind spots, the shelf closest to the freight doors to be exact, that his vantage point unfortunately had. Utilizing her agility, the bubble-blower would attempt to climb the shelving unit. Though, with the crates, it would prove much harder than it looked,"D-Did-" A meek, feminine voice would be almost drowned out by the display that the icy Vigilante was giving above as his voice echoed around, but it would be enough for the tiny Villain to hear. A girl, much younger than one would think to be working in a warehouse, would stare at the red-head with eyes peeping over a stacked pallet full of product,"Did you need help... getting up?" The interaction was just out of Acid Rush's sight from how crowded the back shelf pathway was, and the loud boy on the walkway didn't help him hear it either. The young stranger would use her Quirk without a second thought, stretching her arms up to the shelf just underneath the top to push a crate just enough forward so that someone as small as Sekkeno could fit and hide,"There... is that better...?" Smiling with a pink blush on her cheeks, the worker let her arms retract back to her sides. 

It was a regular day that had turned sour, and the under-payed citizens hadn't been able to quite believe it... so much so that they would have continued to work just to make end's meet had it not been for Fujou confirming that this wasn't something they could ignore. One left, then two, then all but a single man on a forklift was left that the woman, Maxi, and anyone that was currently in the warehouse excluding Sekkeno,"I will leave in just one second, ma'am, Amane-san will be real upset if I don't finish this." The man said, doing as he said and working just a tad faster to make sure that everything would be in order before he left. A workaholic through and through, it seemed. He'd raise a stacked pallet up, one with crates marked with 'hazard' signs all across the sides, and was more than ready to gently place it onto an empty spot on the shelves before the interruption came.

During the display of Maxi's Quirk and the bustle of workers leaving, a boat docked at the port entrance of the warehouse. Acid Rush noticed quickly, shifting from his spot next to the freight door to a cramped crack between two shipping containers. Off of it came two people, one much louder than the other,"We're getting the product and leaving. Mercury will have our asses if we don't get out with something." It wasn't that they couldn't hear what was going on inside, nor did they particularly care. The hidden Vigilante watched from the shipping container as the two Villains walked in, spotting the girl that aided Sekkeno first. Regardless of whether the bubble-blower had accepted the girl's help or had chose her own path, the duo of Villains would not see her from the pallet stacked high between Sekkeno and the girl. 

Before the kind worker even knew what was happening, a dagger was thrown and plunged into her back. Yet, as if they hadn't just maimed an innocent, the two Villains continued walking. Stepping into the aisle that the man on the forklift and Fujou were both in, the devilish woman smirked, eyeing the stack of crates held above them just about to be safely kept away from them,"Well, well, well~" She chuckled, raising her eyebrow as the thing that the two had come for was now in their sight,"Looks like that was easier than we thought, Cheshire."

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Ndeye peered inside the crate she'd opened with a look of contempt on her face... well, more contempt than usual. Bullets. In their effort to escape the fallout, they'd evidently positioned themselves far away from the drug bust, so far away that the drugs themselves were nowhere to be found. Bullets were a criminal's friend, both valuable and deadly- but Ndeye couldn't help associate guns with weakness. She was the type who would do whatever it took to win, but she was resolute in her opinion that relying on something like a gun would throw off training of oneself, a phrase which traditionally encompassed body and mind, but now extended to quirk as well.

As if in response to her thieving actions, a booming voice suddenly rang out from overhead, warning everyone inside of a need for immediate evacuation. It seemed the police had reached out here already... probably not in response to her movements or Luzia's, but definitely in anticipation of the movements of some sort of criminals. However, were the workers here criminals themselves, moving all of these munitions? It was possible they had no idea what they were transporting, of course. She'd be interested to see whether the warehouse staff would evacuate like ordinary citizens, or scramble to collect cargo.

Someone, possibly a pro hero, or at least acting with the assumed authority of one, had arrived, instructing everyone to obey the instructions they were hearing. The guys were sure acting like civilians... the higher ups had definitely hid what they were transporting from them. This was a benefit, in Ndeye's mind. Their leaving would make operating that much easier. Unfortunately, it seemed "operations" had ceased. Luzia was pretty determined that they perform their own immediate evacuation. Ndeye still hated running, but the truth was, bullets were small potatoes and guns were still hidden. There was nothing here that couldn't be obtained some other time in a better prepared scenario. Even she couldn't argue to stay and fight with such small offerings... even though the shrine-maiden-like figure's muscles were just begging for her to test them.

Complicating matters further, she heard two more figures entering the warehouse... evidently they were so confident of their abilities, so unconcerned about whatever was in the warehouse, that they were willing to walk straight in and talk about their evil machinations out loud for whoever might be listening. Calling them "unconcerned" might not be quite right; rather, they showed intent to kill whoever happened to be in the vicinity. Their target was one of the warehouse workers who, for whatever reason, had not escaped yet... having not seen Sekkeno, Ndeye couldn't say why. Moreover, she couldn't help but wonder about motivations of the two. "It sounds like they are here to secure the drug... which would mean it's here somewhere. But the fact that they are securing it for Mercury... that part makes no damned sense. She chose when to initiate the plan itself. It all went exactly according to her instructions, from what I could tell. Why would she have to send in a team, worried about time constraints, to get it?" she pondered, watching the two from the shadows of one of the stacks of crates. Was Mercury just that chaotic? Or had something gone wrong with the mastermind's plan?

Ndeye heard Luzia's reaction and turned her eyes towards her partner, keeping her stiff, tight-jawed frown. The girl was quite a big-shot, but even a big-shot doesn't want to face this many potential fighters... with the warehouse staff mostly evacuated, it stood to reason everyone left here was a potential combatant. The muscle-bound bodyguard listened to Luzia, keeping her back pressed against the crate, while nodding slowly. "Yes. That makes sense," she agreed in a low whisper... though one might detect a bit of irritation in her voice. There was probably a part of her that saw taking the guns as settling for a consolation prize, now that they knew M.A.R.I.N.E. was in these crates somewhere. Still, it would be profitable, if they could make it out. The crates weren't so heavy that she couldn't lift one and carry it out. Now it was a matter of finding the right crates...

Walking behind the line of crates, Ndeye searched them with her eyes for anything that might be a different indicator, possibly some coloration. She soon realized she wouldn't be so lucky... after all, this was discrete cargo that even the loaders weren't aware of the contents of. Formulating another plan, she decided it would be better to test them by weight... the ones packed with guns should feel different than the ones with bullets she tried earlier. They were also, presumably, at least some distance away. Moving past a few more rows of boxes, she reached a set she felt was far enough away, then began testing the boxes, lifting them each a small distance before moving on to the next one. Once she found one that had a slightly different weight, she'd attempt to lift it over her shoulder.

She was still being as quiet as she could manage, but being unaware of Maxi's overhead view, it was pretty unlikely she'd evade his sight this time. Unless he was involved getting in the middle of Nozomi and the intruders, that is. "I believe those two came on a ship," Ndeye pointed out to Luzia in a low whisper, while shouldering the box of either guns or whatever it was that was not the same weight as bullets. "Perhaps we could take it? It might be a safer way to escape than on foot, with all the cops and heroes around," she proposed. It was a brazen plan, presented as though it was much simpler than it would be in practice. "And we may avoid being fired upon by Mercury's people if we are in one of her vessels." This wouldn't be the first time Ndeye had illegally stolen away on somebody else's boat for the sake of continuing her career...

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-Ndeye sees and hears Nozomi, the entry of Mercury's two, as well as the attempted stabbing of the warehouse employee. She does not see Sekkeno, Maxi, Acid Rush, nor the warehouse manager.

-Ndeye remains in the shadows of the shipping containers and searches for a crate with a different weight than the bullet crates, thinking it could be guns or M.A.R.I.N.E. Once she finds one, she puts it over her shoulder to carry it.

-Ndeye suggests to Luzia that they try to steal the boat that just arrived as a means of escape.

Nozomi's inspection was halted by one dedicated worker. Not physically, but his comment caused her to stop to observe him.
"As long as you make it quick. It truly is an emergency." It was evident in her voice that she didn't mind this request, although the same couldn't be said about lacking worry over it. It was a case of bad timing, sure, and ultimately his efforts would be undone both by her and the police. But if this man's dedication was enough to keep working at a time like this, Nozomi had little reason or right to stop him. There would be no harm in it. Surely.
Nozomi also failed to notice any other people in the warehouse as she observed the man. Whoever had made the announcement was at least around, possibly the police they had talked about as well... although that latter one seemed more unlikely the more she thought about it. The person who had made the announcement was nowhere to be found either.
"One thing at a time." Nozomi dismissed the suspicions for now and focused at the task at hand.
...until the disruption, that is.

She didn't see what happened, only heard weird noise coming down from one of the halls. Soon after, two figures emerged. There was something sleazy about them... and while Nozomi couldn't confirm it at the moment, she got the suspicion that they weren't the ones who made the alert. One of them kept eyeing the last batch of the crates. Her body tensed up as she turned to face them.
"And who might you be? Let it be known that-" Nozomi interrupted herself as something crashed down further back, turning her attention towards it. Were there more studious workers still around? More suspicious folk? A coincidence? Or were the police showing up already?

What quickly followed, three shots fired from the rafters at the duo, narrowed it down. More suspicious people. The police would have given a warning.
Nozomi's body lowered its posture on instinct, making itself a smaller target towards future shots. She didn't have the reflexes to dodge bullets nor was the power within her strong enough to stop them, but for now it seemed that she wasn't the target. Otherwise one of those three shots would have been made at her. She also couldn't afford to try and protect herself with cover if she wanted to make sure that the worker and the crates weren't approached.

Speaking of which, just in case the working man had yet to be convinced otherwise about their workplace safety, Nozomi would urge him much more strongly than she had before.
"You need to leave now!" A faint blue glow started to emit from Nozomi as she took a stance. She was between the pair and the last worker alongside the suspicious-looking last crate batch that they had moved. If that was were last of the demon's meal was, and these two were eyeing them...
The miko wouldn't address them out of her own initiative again, she was more concerned in trying to respond to whatever they would do after they had just been shot at. She wouldn't initiate an attack either before this response happened. 


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WC: 535
Summary:
- Nozomi halted her patrol to observe the one stalwart worker.
- Was approached by the mystery duo, still unaware of anyone else at the scene.
- Is positioned between the duo and the worker/crates, and isn't intent on letting anyone to go for them.
- Has started to activate her quirk, but hasn't made use of it yet. No other hostile actions so far either.

The night would slowly descend into chaos as time progressed. Mercury's thugs made quite the entrance- one following closely behind the other- as they stepped into the main floor of the warehouse. The two were obviously there for something, and their eyes were immediately drawn to the crate that was elevated high on the forklift. Still sitting on said vehicle, the worker that stayed behind was staring wide-eyed at the pair of Villains. Deciding to stick around for a measly minute or two more of work was a mistake, and it was one that the youngest worker in the warehouse had already begun to feel the regret like a knife.

Acid Rush was still pressed between two shippers, and he would slip out when the coast looked to be clear. The arrival of the two Villains on their boat spelled nothing but trouble. Not only did it mean that there were two more baddies to add to the unsavory mix, but it also meant that someone would surely attempt to escape. The young Vigilante had been a sitting duck for the entirety of the night since the auction began, but it would continue as he had a job to do. So, as he had done before, Acid Rush waited for the perfect moment to strike. 

Meanwhile, in the building, Luzia and Ndeye were formulating a plan. With their current crate of bullets in hand (or, in this case, on shoulder), the two attempted to sneak towards the other crates to try and find something a bit more valuable. They would be successful, slipping into the shadows that the shipping containers were casting to move towards what could be their ticket to fortune. A lone crate unlike the weight of their current would surely stand out among the others as it sat beside stacked palettes and stuck out like a sore thumb. Should it be picked up, Ndeye may notice that the container is significantly heavier than the one containing bullets. And, with how slick Maxi was with his Quirk, the crate containing the ammunition was about to get just the slightest bit lighter.

The mastery that which the young Vigilante wielded his Quirk with was extraordinary for his age, and the long hours in the ice cream parlor would surely pay off as practice. The thugs at the center of the room had garnered Maximillian's attention, and the strategist had to think quickly on his feet to get the upper hand. His Ice Quirk would be used to push a crate off of the shelving unit, and would just nearly hit the duo of Mercury's underlings had it just been the crate on the right. The cat boy's spiky hair stood on point, obviously frightened by the whole ordeal. Though, all that the woman did was scoff,"Tch." They knew not of the boy watching them on the walkway, and even less aware of the dozen bullets would now find in the palm of his hand. 

Firing a gun is instant enough to be blissfully unaware of the weapon's existence until after the bullet has already pierced through skin and muscle. For one half of the duo, however, it was instinct. The cat's ears perked up suspiciously, and stepped out of the way with ease. That wouldn't be all, however, as he slid down onto all fours and stuck his large black paw out to take the white-haired boy's attack against his partner. He winced in pain while the devilish woman scowled,"Go get it, Cheshy." Without another word, the cat was off. The shelving unit beside them was a fine ladder for the feline, and he climbed it with precise movements until the walkway was just close enough for him to jump. But... he couldn't have known Maxi was there, right? All he had to go off of was the trajectory of the bullet, and even that would have been hard to pinp-

Cheshire pushed himself off of the highest crate stacked on the shelf and leapt back, his golden eyes locked onto his target. He'd twist his body just before impact to land on all four legs, now sharing the walkway with Maxi mere meters apart. The bullet wound on his paw looked painful, and the cat would lick it with a playful glint in his eye. This wouldn't be battle, but a game.

Fujou had already stepped between the forklift and the two thugs before the bullets were thrown, and the devilish woman was far from amused. The command from the miko only made the villain chuckle, a toothy grin tugging at her glossed lips,"Sorry, Princess, but I'm not leaving without that crate." The man on the forklift was frozen, unable to think about anything but his impending death. Or, so he thought. His hands clutched the vehicle's controls with white knuckles, gulping back the growing lump in his throat as the two women stood beside him had their standoff,"Though, if you're not willing to give it up-" The devil spoke with a voice as smooth and silky as velvet. It consistently stayed that way, however, until she stepped back. The veins in her arms started to pump with an orange glow and her muscles pulsed and tensed. Her golden irises spilled out into her sclera, and the woman's entire eye began to glow,"Then I'll have to take it by force." With both Fujou and the woman's Quirk's activating, it seemed like it would be a grand showdown.

That was, until Sekkeno's bubbles broke the shelving unit.

The plan was simple enough- help the girl that currently had a knife sticking out of her back and take out Mercury's thugs along the way. The onslaught of bubbles that Sekkeno had sent through the shelf had flown just between the two girls, causing the devilish woman's already glowing eyes to flare up like a solar flare out of anger. That wouldn't be the last of their worries, however, as the iron supports of the shelf creaked. The noises were gradual, but the collapse of the shelves inward was jarringly sudden. Crates and palettes began sliding towards the center, eventually tipping off the side and down towards the battle below. This wouldn't be a problem if the worker was out of the warehouse, as a full palette slipped off the side and towards him. Not only would that side of the shelf have problems with falling product, but Sekkeno's side as well. Not only was the bubble blower's cover blown, but her actions made the warehouse floor a tad more hectic. As crates hit the floor, so did the product inside of them. Explosives, guns and ammunition, painkillers and the other more unsavory kinds of drugs hit the ground. The only thing that hadn’t made an appearance was the M.A.R.I.N.E. that was surely in the crate that Mercury’s thugs were vying for.

Chaos was brewing on the main floor of the warehouse. And, as the thick of it began, the selfish manager would slide the overlooking window to peek out rather than act.