Stalker

The message was from a hero named Stalker. They had met while fighting a horde of Lizardmen that had been threatening the docks. She was a pretty cool hero, her powers letting her form weapons such as guns and swords out of the shadows. While she was quite a few years older than Rahmi the two had become good friends, going on a handful of missions together. It seemed she once again needed a helping hand.

Hello Voltage, the message read. I've been tracking an emerging crime group down by the docks. I've found out where they are stockpiling weapons, but there's an issue. There are two warehouses, and if I raid one the others will scatter. Mind teaming up again?

Hell yeah, I was just looking for some action! Rahmi replied, changing course and heading for the docks. Just send me the address! Stalker quickly replied with the location, a particularly seedy part of the docks. Par for the course in the life of a superhero. Without a second thought, Rahmi blasted off.

It only took her a few minutes to get there. Trying to stay as stealthy as possible, she ejected from her mech and silently landed on the rooftop.

"Took you long enough," a familiar voice purred, making Rahmi jump. Turning around, she saw Stalker emerge from the shadows. Her aesthetic was definitely a bit harsher than Voltage's, the goth hero wearing a black trench coat covered in satanic symbols. Her hair was also a deep black, only broken up by a few red highlights. Her face was absolutely gorgeous, her black eyeliner and lipstick contrasting with her pale white skin. Around her neck was a pentagram medallion which seemed to glow in the night air.

"Sorry, just finished fighting Antifreeze!" Voltage replied, trying to subtly brag about her accomplishments.

"That old creep!" The other hero scoffed. "Hope he didn't give you any trouble!"

{if Virgin == false}"No, of course not!" Rahmi laughed nervously, thinking back to the fucking she'd just endured. Her teammate didn't need to know about that!{else}"Are you kidding, it was a piece of cake!" Rahmi boasted, getting a giggle from her teammate.{endif}

"Alright hotshot, let's focus up!" Gazing over the rooftop, Stalker pointed out the two neighboring warehouses. "Alright, so here's what I know. These guys have gone through a lot of trouble to keep their operation a secret. They won't even buy from the dealers in town, everything they have is imported."

"Any idea as to why?"

"Not yet. All I know is they seem to hate the Burned with a passion. Perhaps they are arming up to take them down? At any rate, I don't like the idea of these guys having a shit ton of guns and ammunition."

"Do you have any intel on their members?"

"Mostly just common rabble, shouldn't be too difficult. They seem to use code names for a few of them, like Rhino, Scorpion, and Viper. Those could possibly be supers but could also just be a false alarm."

"Sounds like a typical Tuesday!" Rahmi joked, eliciting a smile out of Stalker. Leaning in close to Voltage's helmet, she whispered in her ear.

"I'll take the left one. Don't get in over your head!" With a mischievous grin, she jumped off the roof and made her way to her target. Voltage just stood on the roof for a moment, watching Stalker disappear into the night. Something about the older superheroine made her feel... well, warm inside. Shaking the distracting feeling away, she took off towards her warehouse.

Approaching the building, Rahmi peered through the window. Five of the goons are mulling about in the middle, chatting about something. They were all heavily armed, each holding a silenced **** rifle and sporting bulletproof vests. They were also clearly inexperienced, with nobody standing watch as they slacked off. Who would give such expensive weaponry to fresh recruits? In any case, Voltage would easily have the element of surprise.