In the life of a mercenary, you often took jobs that were far outside the law. Occasionally, you also took jobs that, while still illegal, skirted the line of lawlessness. And sometimes, you took jobs that were actually legal, but where the client wanted to stay off the books.

Such was the case now. Horizon Labs was experiencing significant theft of its technological developments of late, with the thief leaving no or minimal traces. Fortunately, a slightly less ethical member of the board had access to a few quasi-legal channels, and reached out through the Dark Web. Professional curiosity as well as the paycheck had prompted Adrienne and Millicent to take it.

Analyzing the pattern, they had determined that one of the Lab's warehouses was probably the next hit. Adrienne was up in the rafters, while Millicent outside on the perimeter.

She gently tapped her earpiece. "Anything?" she asked.
"It's good to see you made it through the storm, Ms. Burton. We were concerned you wouldn't make it back."

"Thank you for the concern, Wallace. It's been pure bedlam out there," Millicent spoke to the hotel receptionist. Ingrid Burton was the alias Millicent was using while in the States. "Has my roommate checked in?"

"She has, Ms. Burton> Should I let her know you've arrived?"

"Thank you, but no. She knows I'm on the way."

The receptionist nods and hands her her copy of the key to the apartment that she shared with Adrienne. She promptly took the elevator up to the top floor, making her way over to their suite. She gave aknock on the door.

"Louisa? It's Ingrid." She called Adrienne by her assumed name.
The Godstorm came at New York City, gathering other storms nearby to it. It wanted power Thor's little hammer couldn't easily undo. The Godstorm had underestimated the god once. If he showed up again, he would be ready. His reach was expansive. All along the Atlantic Coast, they felt his raging wrath. Even glancing touches from his circulating clouds brought damage.

There was warning he was coming, but Godstorm cared not one whit. He want right toward the harbor, using its funneling effect and the high tides from the moon to shove torrents of water into the megalopolis. He pushed on shore, making his way inland.

He was looking for something. Not that the small people trying to survive the hurricane coming ashore knew that. Their survival was not even a concern. He just pushed on land and spread his reach. He pushed his storm inland and the requisite flooding came with it. The winds howled and shards of glass broke off skyscrapers and added sharp damage to the mayhem.
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