The hotel was rather nice considering its location. Roland assumed that people who did dock business needed somewhere to sleep too. Melissa had arranged suites for both he and his partner. After a fine dinner, the three of them had covered the general meet and greet, ability descriptions and surveyed the layout and detail for the warehouse in question.

Warehouse 6034 looked like just about any other warehouse in its specific area. Same lack of color or individuality. Just a large building with a loading bay and two doors, one on a side and one on the back. What separated this warehouse from the others were the specific differences of the inside and outside. The outside difference was where the other warehouses had a sleepy security guard pacing the property, this one had an armed detail of guards, 12 of them with two posted on each door which put the other 6 inside or patrolling in pairs outside.

While it could be seen as an exorbitant precaution to have so many guards on a seemingly indistinct warehouse, the contents therein made it seem about right. There were no specific details other than a similar warehouse shown bare in exterior and interior. There was a catwalk and upper floor with an office, below a large space for forklift use. Roland imagined the cargo in crates.

Judging from general knowledge and speculating at the shrinkage when an "evil" organization passes hands, he figured that there were still at least 5 crates inside still full with gold bars. The truck he had rented was two warehouses over, parked at Warehouse 6038. The company had been gracious enough to rent the space for the week under one of its many subsidiary fronts.

Roland sat perched on the roof of Warehouse 6036, his stealth suit reworked at Mondragon after the EMP business. He suspected his partner was somewhere on the ground preparing the initial distraction. Roland pulled a small device out, the size of a cigarette pack. He moved it in the direction of the target building, numbers cycling on the display. Ranges of meters in distance, guided with a laser pointer. Roland set various lengths of grapnel wire in his arm to coincide with the lengths measured.

Well Roland would be right on his assumption that his partner was about to create a distraction for the units below. A large burly man walked up to the sleepy guard, hitting him on the shoulder with a slap. The larger male seemed mindless and almost soulless as he stared at the guard for a moment before he was…sliced in half by a neat dark tendril that pierced his forehead and sliced neatly down the middle. At this point, the guard’s mouth dropped open and he screamed, alerting however many guards. The tendrils of darkness erupted from the ground and preceded to beat the man with the dead mans body, flinging him up against a nearby wall with the remains ontop of him.

Suddenly, next to Roland, a skinny pale female arouse from the ground, her dark black hair tied neatly back into a ponytail that fell upon her shoulders. The young woman was wearing a slim fitting jumpsuit over her already skinny form as she walked leaned her head on her hand with a bored yawn. Her bluish black eyes focused on him with a small smile.

“So the man outside should be in shock for a while and the men will assume he murdered that man so they will be distracted for a while.” Sapphire told him with a smile.

Measurements and details, that was Roland's way. His partner seemed to go with viscera and gore. Everyone was different. The main thing was that the gold was moved and they left without detection. Every other detail was either irrelevant or something for fun. Roland would do his best to add all the options possible. He watched the sheer carnage of the darkness attack. He hoped the girl was well put together otherwise. There wasn't much he could do about darkness, but he had 15 hollow point reasons loaded for the wielder to reconsider a burn.

Speaking of the dark haired maestra of destruction, she moved out of the roof next to him. Like she was always there. Roland had his final self check of his new suit as she delivered her report.“So the man outside should be in shock for a while and the men will assume he murdered that man so they will be distracted for a while.” Holding the mask in his hand, Roland nodded and smiled. " Sounds good. Use the earpiece if you see anyone coming, like security patrols or anything. I am going to get inside and have a look around, decide how to get everything settled. We may have to just kill all twel--well, ten of them. Something I am sure you may volunteer for." He returned the smile he was given.

She was probably already sizing them up for the kill. Considering that there would be zero trace evidence due to her abilities, he was all for it. He attached the mask, this one now with a cross pattern of lights on the head. He knelt at the edge of the roof, securing a piton and the wire from his wrist as he ran a spectrum check on the mask. Everything was in order, so he hopped off the roof, descending like a spider down his webbing strand. Once he landed, he looked up and the wire was back in place on his wrist.

He moved to the edge of the building and dashed across to the middle warehouse, his body flat against the exterior wall once he made it. The alien-like head poked around the corner, a red cross illuminating heat signatures. None present, so they were probably investigating the side where the killing had taken place. The patrol was probably calling for backup, which gave a two to four minute window for them to get something accomplished. A piton shot and a clink later, Roland was up the side of this building and perched and reset on its edge, looking down at the chaotic scene below him. The guards were looking for something to shoot and what appeared to be a senior guard was indeed on a radio.

Well, he was on a radio. The radio now sat next to Roland, who promptly turned it off after hearing two voices on the radio other than the guard. Expletives rained down as a second mysterious event plagued the men below. The ten left decided to split into two five man teams, one to stay and defend the warehouse, the other team choosing to investigate the area. Roland spoke softly into his comm. "You'll have company soon. Five guards coming from your right and ahead. Once they are out of the light, have your way with them. Just don't let them get a shot off. I'll deal with the other five. We don't have much time, so once they are disposed of, bring the truck around to this one's loading bay. Please."

Sapphire had been watching Roland for a little while now and she had slowly started to get bored. She was about ready to go and kill the rest of the guards when lovely Roland informed her that they were coming this way. The 22 year old clapped her hands together gleefully, but the expression wasn’t shown upon her face. The young woman sunk into a portal of darkness and eventually reappeared behind the men that were rushing to see what was wrong. Instead of her usual maiming techninique she decided to mix it up a little bit by simply making a dark portal appear beneath the males and made them disappear inside. When that was done with Sapphire preceded to use her darkness powers to take the truk and brought it around to the other trucks loading bay.

“Is the mission over yet?” She asked, sounding bored in the com link. “This is just too easy.”

The lights and noise of the five unlucky men who headed toward Sapphire was qucikly silenced, reminding Roland of the girl's efficiency. He couldn't do the things that she could, but he was certainly no slouch. The thing that amazed him most was the appearance of the top of the truck he had requested. He could now see it at the end of the building. She hadn't driven it, but simply moved it. That put her in an entirely different category.

Staying low along the edges of the roof, Roland monitored the scene below. Three men were now circling the truck, seemingly stunned and amazed by its appearance. That left two inside guarding the gold. A small drill appeared in his nad and made a hole just large enough for a fiber optic camera. The snake like cyclopean camera peeped in from the ceiling, marking the two guards as being unarmed, their guns hanging free at their sides while they nervously talked about the situation.

Roland set the piton and gave himself enough slack in the wire to swing. The distance to the ground was thirty feet, according to the rangefinder. He had spotted a large crate near the open door below him through the camera. That would be his landing zone. He jumped out straight until the wire stopped giving slack and gravity pulled him down. His measurements accurate, he swung easily through the door and up slightly, the wire disappearing and recoiling into the suit.

A slow front flip and he landed on the crate. The guards, startled, went for their guns and became even more puzzled when they were no longer there. The guns were now sitting on the crate in front of the dark figure. Roland waited for their eyes to meet his and put a bullet between each pair of eyes. Given that the rest of the squad had not heard what little there was to hear, he took the opportunity to cut the power to the warehouse, sending it into darkness. His cross of lights went a grainy green as night vision came on, with the new addition of glare compensation to account for direct flashlight beams.

“Is the mission over yet? This is just too easy.” Roland smirked to himself inside the suit. " Easy work equals easy money." He put hismelf in the corner of the room behind one of the crates, waiting for the inevitable arrival of the three. He was pleasantly surprised to find two entered instead. Flashlight and pistols bared, they moved slowly and cautiously. Roland made one man's flashlight appear to jump from his hand and roll off the other way. When the men turned, he moved up on them and emptied a shot into the bases of their skulls. The fifth man apparently had no intention of coming in to die like the rest. A smart one.

Roland began arranging the gold into neat piles as he heard the scuffles and breathing of the final guard. It was probably the senior man. Too bad for him as Roland would leave him to be the dark girl's toy. Into his comm, he spoke," If you are truly bored, come get this last guy out here while I prepare the gold for transfer."

“As you wish.” Sapphire replied, her tone of voice slightly playful, as if she was having fun which she was. The Sapphire Roland was talking to was indeed Dark Sapphire, the Sapphire which was controlled by the darkness of her powers. There was in fact two Sapphires one evil, another not as evil but still had dark tendancies. It was really a twisted tangle this girl wove into this world making it often difficult for those around her.

Sapphire sank into the darkness once again before reappearing before the final guard, smiling like she knew a secret and he didn’t. A small laugh escaped her lips, making her sound almost like a child, her face hardly moving that cold stare from him. When the male finally turned around it was far to late for running or begging or pleading. All of which is what he did, he was simply a dead man walking as soon as the assasain set her eyes upon his body. He screamed horribly as the dark teddrils ripped into his body and as he heard the horrifying laughter of his tormentor. To an onlooker it looked as if this male had been inpaled upon by thousands of black shards of glass and was being torn apart slowly, which was basically what was happening here. When he did eventually stopped moving, screaming, begging for mercy because of some family he had, something…changed in Sapphire’s dark eyes, blue slowly filled them as well as remorse and sadness. She back away from his torn corpse slowly, allowing it to fade into the darkness. She teleported back over to Roland, glancing up at him with solem eyes.

”Please tell me we can go now.” Sapphire told him her voice, much softer than before, it also was higher in pitch as well, almost as if it were a totally different person talking to him.

The sounds outside the cargo bay door sounded vaguely like the types of warped screams one might enjoy as the standard background track of any modern Japanese horror movie. Roland could tell that the young girl enjoyed her work. That in itself was a plus, as there was no hesitation in the kill. However, this could also be a double edged sword, because if the killing urges were part of a psychosis, Roland may have to contend with such baggage at some point.

The crates were lined up at the door. Roland held the button to raise the door and then did his best to only casually glance at the twisted remains of the guard. She had indeed experimented with him. He opened the truck's doors and began loading the crates. It took a good deal of concentration for him to move them and he was glad that they were metallic crates as opposed to wooden ones, which would have remained behind as gold spilled all over the innards of the truck.

Roland eyed the large toolbox he had brought along. The false shelf inside made it appear full, though once the fake shelf and contents were tossed aside , a large hidden cache, enough to hold quite a few of the ingots, made itself known to him. He secured the crates while securing a fair amount in the toolbox for himself, placing its false top back inside and locking it up. He brought the toolbox around and placed it behind the seat of the cab as he sat himself down, ready to depart.

The girl's voice and demeanor had changed from calm, deranged killer to scared and remorseful girl. Roland left the door open and called out to her to join him in the cab. Once inside, they would begin their quick exit to the destination for the gold that they had received in their separate yet similar briefings. It was easy money and he knew already where his extra share was being alloted. Both grieving families and another psychotic teenage girl he knew would reap the benefits.

(OOC: This is the end of the action for me. In the final post from me, I will post a sort of prologue to finally deliver a special gift to Isabel.)