The Warehouse

Miss Patriot decided to go with Mason's advice and check out the warehouse. After bidding goodbye to Mason, she drove to the location on the slip of paper she found at the scene of the crime. It was of course located in an abandoned part of town and was run down. It was impressive that no one had torn this place down yet.

Miss Patriot parked her car in an isolated ally and then made her way to the warehouse. Making here way to the door, she found it was locked. Not a problem, Miss Patriot simply kicked the door and it practically exploded off the hinges. She found the warehouse was dark. It didn't look like the place had power running through it for awhile. Letting her eyes adjust, she could just make out what appeared to be office on the other side of the warehouse. Be as good a place as any to check she figured.

She carefully picked her way across the the warehouse towards the office. She again found the door was locked but another kick and the door was open. She was surprised to find that the room was lite up. Stepping inside, she found that the office had been converted into something of a dwelling. A rather nice one at that. It was complete with a kitchen, a living area even a bedroom with a queen sized bed. Miss Patriot noticed a curious theme though. Everything seemed to have a spider theme to it. Images of spiders, hourglasses and webs. "And people say my sense of fashion is eccentric." She said outloud.

"Actually, I think you look rather enticing." A voice behind her said. Miss Patriot turned around and found a woman standing in the doorway. She was dressed in a red dental floss style swim suit that looked like spider-web had ben painted across her body. He also had a red cape with black spider-webbing lining. Here hair was jet black and curly with tremendous volume and she wore a red mask with a hourglass between the eyes. She also wore red boots and opera gloves that stopped just above the elbows. The woman was slightly heavy set but she still had a decent figure. Miss Patriot thought she was attractive but not terriably so.

Miss Patriot took a superhero pose. "And who might you be?" The woman smiled and brought her hand up her body. She slide them under there cape and hair, giving them an aluring flip. "They call me the Scarlet Widow: International Assassin and Mercenary." Miss Patriot glared at her. "And thief I take it." The Scarlett Widow laughed. "Oh you wond me Miss Patriot. I would never stupp to petty theft." Miss Patriot crossed her arms in annoyance. "Then why did I find this location at the scene of a jewelry store robbery tonight?" Scarlett Widow smiled. "Isn't it obvious Miss Patriot? Because this was all a trap." Miss Patriot raised an eyebrow. "Is that a fact now." "Of course. A major player in the crimenal underworld has something big in the works. And I've been hired to make sure you stay out of it." "Very interesting. Why don't you tell me who, maybe then, I won't hurt you." The Scarlett Widow turned to the side and tapped her chin. "Is that what you intend to do. And how do you intend to do that?" She said as she flipped her hair sensually. Miss Patriot was getting annoyed by that. Did this woman really think she was that sexy. "Um did you forget who you are talking to thunder thighs?"

Miss Patriot went to take a step forward only to find herself looking down the barrel of a gun. When had she drawn that? Miss Patriot looked back at the villian who had a wicked smile on her face. "Someone is a little distracted." She said as she flipped her hair again with her other hand. Miss Patriot raised her hands. "A slight of hands, clever." "That's right Miss Patriot. So unless you wanna get plugged, I suggest you do what I say." Miss Patriot knew she was in trouble. Tough she was stronger than a normal person, she wasn't bullet proof. This wasn't the first time someone had pointed a gun at her but if she was just a moment to slow, she'd meet her end. It probably wouldn't be wise to risk it. She could always escape later.