The redhead was pretty specific - the actual goods in the warehouse were penny ante, but she wanted to know who these guys were getting their supplies from. No one moved black market goods into the region without cutting the Kingpin in. Given the level of security though, this wasn't a job for street thugs - so she called Kelly in. Any means necessary - interrogation, hacking records, finding numbers in a cel phone... but figure out who these guys were working with... and otherwise, have some fun with it.
Speaking of fun... huh, who's that on that adjacent rooftop? Looks like someone else is scoping the place out. She gets a running start, barely making it across the wide gap between buildings. Sure, she knows how to roll with the jump and fall just fine, no big deal. But the broken leg from intentionally landing wrong sends a jolt of adrenaline through her, and is healed by the time she makes her way to the brunette.
"You don't look like one of theirs. So, looks like a party, huh?"
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