Liza crouched on top of the hospital parking garage, scanning the hospital grounds with the night vision feature in her spiffy new costume's mask. She could see far better in the dark than most people unaided... something to do with that family adaptation for functioning in Stygian blackness. The technology in the mask elevated that to "might as well be daylight".
She could see private guards as well as law enforcement patrolling. Some out in the open, the obvious deterrents, and some less obvious. There were more than a few of them, not surprising, given such a spectacular and bloody assault on one of the biggest business interests in the world. Quite a force, professionals all, but they weren't ready for the likes of her.
At least, she really, really hoped not. Otherwise, this was going to be embarrassing as all Home.
Liza watched, waited, picked her moment, then flicked her wrist, and the line in her glove shot out across the space between the garage and the main building. She swung across and sunk her claws into the side of it, the heating elements in them melting into the brick and giving her extra purchase. She scuttled down the wall, pausing at one certain window, the top of her head barely peeking down over the frame to check on who was inside. Two people in a hospital bed, one the man she was looking for, the other, Liza guessed, his fiancee. No guards in the room.
Her new costume was packed with all sorts of handy features, but the item strapped on her back was definitely non-standard equipment. Still hanging upside down, she unhooked it, took a marker out of a pouch hidden under her sash, and began writing.
Liza wasn't stupid, although sometimes she pretended to be less astute and observant than she really was. And she was pretty good at telling when someone was trying to hide something... that came with the territory when your father was the Prince of Lies.
Done with her message, she held the whiteboard up to the window.
Sometime, in the middle of the night...
She could see private guards as well as law enforcement patrolling. Some out in the open, the obvious deterrents, and some less obvious. There were more than a few of them, not surprising, given such a spectacular and bloody assault on one of the biggest business interests in the world. Quite a force, professionals all, but they weren't ready for the likes of her.
At least, she really, really hoped not. Otherwise, this was going to be embarrassing as all Home.
Liza watched, waited, picked her moment, then flicked her wrist, and the line in her glove shot out across the space between the garage and the main building. She swung across and sunk her claws into the side of it, the heating elements in them melting into the brick and giving her extra purchase. She scuttled down the wall, pausing at one certain window, the top of her head barely peeking down over the frame to check on who was inside. Two people in a hospital bed, one the man she was looking for, the other, Liza guessed, his fiancee. No guards in the room.
Her new costume was packed with all sorts of handy features, but the item strapped on her back was definitely non-standard equipment. Still hanging upside down, she unhooked it, took a marker out of a pouch hidden under her sash, and began writing.
Liza wasn't stupid, although sometimes she pretended to be less astute and observant than she really was. And she was pretty good at telling when someone was trying to hide something... that came with the territory when your father was the Prince of Lies.
Done with her message, she held the whiteboard up to the window.