Find the Trespasser

Mongrel followed her trail from a point near the wall towards the garage. A series of pits along his cheekbones opened to begin absorbing thermal energy and the lingering heat of what she'd touched stuck out against the cold brick and gravel of the truck yard. She stuck to the shadows, crept past the guards and made her way to the garage.

The sound of breaking glass shattered the quiet of the night. A window in the shipping office had broken, Mongrel watched from the shadows as the Black Bull thugs raced across the yard to investigate the disturbance. He looked back to the garage.

Damned fool. If she isn't a super I'll make sure she regrets coming here.