She Goes High

I opted to go for the skylight given that it was isolated. Making my way to the warehouse roof was childsplay. In my time since I started fighting crime, I had become adept at traversing the city in this manner. Moving as quietly as I could, I made my way over to the skylight. It wasn’t very large but it was just big enough for me to squeeze through. Once I was inside, I climbed down on to the rafters and observed the inside of the building. It was quite the operation with all kinds of stolen goods being sorted by various goons. Diamonds, cash, car parts, even seemingly useless junk like cellphones and computers. I thought about going down and taking a closer look but I noticed several heavily armed guards patrolling on catwalks in addition to the small pistols each worker had in their shoulder holsters. Though I have been successful dealing with gun totting goons, I wasn’t foolish enough to think I could fight off an army with ballel.

As I looked over the operation, I noticed a group of sharply dressed men flanking a rather tall, muscular and admittedly beautiful woman as she strolled around the building. The best way I can describe her is as an amazon in a business suit. She was seven feet tall with tanned skin and jet black hair pulled into a bun. Her eyes where especially stunning. Her suite was a standard women's business attire but it was royal blue which stuck out in this dank warehouse. I could tell by looking at her that she was very strong despite her curvy figure. I assumed that that was The Queen I’ve heard so much about.