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Hell’s Kitchen, New York City
September 3rd, 2013[/b][/center]

The mission has been successful, though I’m not particularly happy with the results despite the euphoria running through my veins as the silhouette of three security guards lay drooling on the floor. It happened so fast as all of the training with my taskmaster hit me in a matter of seconds and somehow at the end of it nobody had triggered an alarm and I didn’t even enter the view on [I]one[/I] camera. If there is one thing I am going to have to learn in the near future though is not to rely on such luck and get some better gadgets from the Kingpin Syndicate. Not exactly something I [I]want[/I] to do, but the Syndicate is hooked to me like an anchor—it’s weighing me down, but there’s nothing I can do about it so I may as well make some use out of the particular relationship we have. I chuckle a bit under my breath as the USB device clicks into the main computer and in a few seconds time runs through the faulty security of the place. My eyes flock down at the screen as it lists logs of the warehouse which includes security manifests, maintenance journals, and… found it— [I]inventory. [/I]

“Fragment—shipped to a holding facility owned by Fortune Incorporated in Boston.” Felicia mused under her breath.

I had never even heard of Fortune Incorporated, but the world of shipping & handling of orbs and fragments of orbs was never really my forte. Flipping out a throwaway cellphone I had been given by Rose, it’s about time to send off a text with the information and then get the hell out of dodge before something amazingly stupid happens. I don’t like doing this, not at all; but I have little choice in the matter. My fingers go across the phone on instinct and the message is sent. As I get ready to get out of here I can hear movement from one of the security guards I totally thrashed a few minutes ago, I guess I didn’t hit him hard enough.

It’s time to go anyway.

As I leave after disabling the cameras for ‘insurance’ I get a text from Rose.

[i]‘Good job. Will be in touch.’[/i]

How cryptic.

Even after all of this though I feel a certain adrenaline rising in my bones almost as if I liked doing what I just did even if my mind registers it as [I]wrong[/I]. It’s almost like it was exciting—no it [I]is[/I] exciting. Maybe before heading home I can find something else to do… I mean through my training over last summer I feel like I’m pretty much [I]invincible[/I] even though I’m not—a bullet is still going to put me down. I remember something that came on my television recent; a penthouse of a certain New York high society type—maybe I can go see [I]if[/I] I can break in and go unnoticed.

This is totally not me.

...or is it?

Well, it’s not like I’m [i]taking[/i] anything. So it’s not really bad, the worst thing I’m doing is invading somebody I don’t knows personal space. I feel like that’s absolutely okay as I attempt to [i]justify[/i] it. 

I realize I’m almost giggling out of anticipation as I move my hand out in the darkness of the night—my grappling hook soaring me between building to building. It’s an euphoric feeling, but it’s not as [i]exciting[/i] as what I just felt and what I think I felt before during my training. Maybe I’m starting to lose it or the scale of these powers… and the freedom of them are just open to me. I mean I know I don’t have freedom; not with the Kingpin Syndicate basically owning me…. yet there’s something all too liberalizing about the entire experience.