Barney
Brightside was outfitted in her costume, with a mere domino mask on her face, feeling rather chipper. It was her first real night out, and she had stars in her eyes. After all, this was the start of a better life for her. Enough relying on scumbags that would just stab her in the back, enough trusting people that didn't deserve it, and enough having to scrounge around working harder than anyone else just to barely survive. Tonight, she was going to start down a long road that ended with her having an easy life full of money and whatever else she wanted.

Letting go of the rules that had bound her was a liberating feeling. She walked up to the front door of the Pore Quality Firearms manufacturing building, looking through the windows and whistling a merry tune to herself as she tried to find the best way inside. After all, it was late enough that nobody would just be wandering around out here. Right?
Carol
Phoenix flew through the air like a shooting star, a big smile on her face. Earlier that day she had helped stop her first villain and now she was filled with confidence. With that confidence she decided to return to the area that had begun her life as a cape, the Riverside district.

She couldn't deny she had some bad feelings associated with this place but she wanted to use those feelings to help encourage herself to change the world. That is why she now hovered high in the sky looking below for any sign of trouble.
Lori
Brightside waltzed up to the front of the firearms manufacturing building, the large metal of metal doors looming in front of her. She took a moment to assess the door before moving onto the windows, those which weren't boarded up in their entirety were dusty and appeared to have bars on the inside. Brightside could tell whilst not necessarily built as sturdy as they may appear they would put up a fight if she tried to brute force it.

Her mind focused back to the door, rusted and aged, it would put up a fight if she tried to break it but she was smarter than that. The door wasn't new by any means, the hinges were on the outside, the lock was old and aging and with her mind put to use it would likely be the easiest way in, *There may be more in the end but not as she could currently tell*. However the thoughts in her mind escape for a moment as a black, flaming *Woosh* In the sky above distracts her*~*

Flying above in the air Phoenix surveyed the ground below, a wide smile upon her face. She had yet to see any crime of itself but a shady figure had caught her eye somewhat, masked and outfitted they loiter outside a warehouse.. Or a factory perhaps? It was difficult to tell at this distance.
Barney
*Jeez, what a piece of junk.* Had none of this been replaced ever since it was first built? Even ten years would be pushing it, really... Ah well. Windows were barred up, shockingly, but Brightside supposed that it made sense for a gun manufacturer to have some decent anti-theft measures. Still, kind of annoying! Didn't they know she was trying to rob them? It was downright inconsiderate! Really. The nerve of these people.

She was about to start working on getting the door open when a flash of fire distracted her. The arrogant teen turned and shaded her eyes, looking up into the sky, then she had to stifle a laugh once she realized what— or *Who*, rather— it was. A Cape! Seriously? She hadn't even done anything yet! Some people might panic or try to hide or do *Something*, but Brightside liked to look on the bright side of things, and she thought the timing here was frankly hilarious, so a wide grin spread across her face. 

Plus, what was she gonna do? Light her on fire? Hah!
Carol
As she hovered in the air Phoenix looked down at the figure she had seen. It was a shame her power wasn't more subtle so she could sneak up on them but she would have to make do.

Leaning forwards slightly she would allow herself to begin to fall before propelling herself towards the suspicious figure a streak of orange flames trailing behind her as she spiralled towards the ground.
Lori
Brightside looked upwards into the sky with a chuckle as Phoenix hovered high above. She had stopped flying and at this point she could tell Phoenix was watching her, 

Looking down Phoenix watched as their gazes met and before long she was spiralling downwards. With a tornado of flame following behind her she began to descend to the ground with a speed. As she shot towards the ground the duo soon found themselves close as ever, Phoenix's flames radiating forth and Brightside's mask staring towards her.

The pair could see eachother clearly now, Phoenix hovering in the air a short distance away. One individual surrounded by a casket of flame; the other donning a peculiar costume.
Barney
As the fireball lady descended upon her location, Brightside suppressed another laugh and straightened her posture. After all, this was a *Very* Serious matter! Well, realistically, she *Could* Be a villain but Brightside doubted it. What kind of villain would be patrolling the skies around a gun factory randomly? A weird one, that's who! 

The young villain straightened her legs and primly snapped her shoes together, saluting professionally towards the heroine as she came within hearing distance.

"Evening, citizen! Staying out of trouble, I hope?" She asked, artificially lowering her voice to slightly comedic effect.

She wore a very *Serious* Expression, eyebrows lowered sternly above her domino mask.
Carol
She looked at the suspicious girl, raising an eyebrow as she spoke.

*"I'm staying out of trouble, are you? I have to say skulking around a weapons factory at night doesn't exactly scream staying out of trouble if you ask me."*

The flames at her feet slowly shrunk as she descended to the ground. Crossing her arms she stared at the other girl with one amber eye and another bloodshot, flames licking around her face acting as her mask.

*"So why are you here?"*
Barney
"Whaaaaat? You're suspicious of *Me*? Look, you're the one who's just violated the airspace of this private company, okay?" The obviously young girl scoffed, twirling her hand through the air as she continued.

"Besides, *Skulking*? I can't believe you're just... Just... *Prejudicially profiling* Me like this." 

She repeated the term she'd heard on the telly. It was brought up about over-zealous heroes all the time, and sometimes they even had to make public apologies. Heh. Suckers.

Brightside crossed her arms defiantly, then sniffed. 

"I'll have you know that I was out taking a walk and I got lost! Nothing wrong with that. Hey, what's wrong with your eye?"

She did her best to hide the pair of wirecutters she'd used to cut her way through the fence around the property behind her back.
Carol
*"So you're telling me I violated the airspace of this private company, whilst you have wandered here trespassing on to private land? You know in order to get lost here you would have to pass several gates with 'no trespassing' signs? I mean for crying out loud your in costume! You don't wear your costume if you are just going on a walk."*

She held her hand out motioning to the girls mask. She couldn't believe the girls absolute gall just straight up lying to her.

*"So let's try this again. Who are you and why are you here, really?"*
Barney
Brightside *Sniffed* And remained silent for an uncomfortable amount of time after that, then finally shrugged, letting her grin out again. The little girl hopped up onto a nearby crate and flexed her arms like she were a body-builder, with a body that was far from being built.

"Okay, okay. Bit of a party pooper aren't you? I'm *Brightside*! I'm the Number One up and coming villain in the city! Haven't heard of me? Well, what does that say about *You*? I'm the villain heroes fail to stop, and then they say, 'well on the Brightside, at least...'!"

She paused to take a breath, panting for a bit. That might be a bit *Too* Long of a spiel. Maybe she could try to find a shorter slogan or something...? That sounds annoying. She'd probably just stick with the one she had. Easier that way.
Carol
*"Well then, villain, what do you do? I have to say the fact you are talking and not trying to kill me right away at least puts you a cut above the so called tophats. I'll still need to take you in though, although you'll probably just get a warning and let go to be honest."*

For some reason she was getting the vibe that despite her wishes the girl would not come with her despite how much easier it would make it for everyone. Still she wouldn't attack first, especially when she has no idea what her power is.
Barney
"*Heh. Heh. Heh...*" Brightside chuckled theatrically, somehow leaning back far enough that she could at least pretend to look down on the other girl.

"So, you want to see my power, huh? Well then..." 

She trailed off and paused for a long moment, then cleared her throat.

"You know, don't you have somewhere better to be?"

With that said, she activated her power. As she did, Phoenix would suddenly become aware of another mental presence. Not *In* Her mind per se, but just... Watching her. Studying her. Observing. It wasn't necessarily unsettling, but it was notable, and it was clear that the source was the young girl in front of her. It was rapidly approaching a conclusion of some kind.
Carol
Phoenix immediately took a step back upon feeling that extra presence. It wasn't something people were supposed to feel so the fact she could did freak her out a little bit. Capes with powers that affected the mind were downright annoying to deal with, almost as bad as tinkers.

*"What the hell did you just do? Tell me you aren't some kind of master because I am really not in the mood to deal with one of them today. Besides you think I have somewhere better to be? Where would that be exactly because right now I think keeping you under arrest is the perfect use of my time. Do you disagree?"*

She kept her eyes peeled for any kind of trouble, unsure as to what effect this strange power would have on her.
Barney
Brightside just scoffed. People always reacted differently to this part, but fortunately it always seemed to happen quickly enough that thus far nobody had ever actually resorted to violence as a result. Actually, she did kind of wonder if it was some side effect of her power, but she didn't think so. It was just the sort of thing that was vaguely unsettling but not immediately threatening.

"Oh, relax. If I was a master, wouldn't you be stuck anyways? Sheesh. No, Fire Lass! I'm not a master."

A moment later and the presence was suddenly gone, and information began to flood... Trickle? Huh? Wait, this was normally the part where her brain was filled with all kinds of information, perfect steps on how to achieve this girls wildest dreams and yet... Why was it so much... Less? 

No hesitation. The usual sense that accompanied her power made it clear that if she hesitated or seemed uncertain, she'd be much less convincing.

As vaguely pictured by her power, Brightside locked her eyes onto Phoenix's face seriously, wearing an expression that was both ominous and foreboding, no longer any signs of the comedy that had been there until now.

"There is a Top Hat raid underway 2 miles to the southeast at 551 Tremmly Drive. They're attacking a childrens music recital because the school refused to pay protection money. If you leave now, you can save most of the people there, and get some info that will bring you closer to your true target."

The moment seemed to pass, and Brightside's cocky, almost comedic grin returned to her face.

"Or you could stay here and stop lil ol' *Me!* What a bargain!"
Carol
Phoenix took several steps forwards as she increased the intensity of flames coming of her body. Pointing at the cape she narrowed her eyes as they locked on to the girl. She hated the fact she was right but if she was telling the truth then they would take priority.

*"I am going to fly there. If I find out you are lying I will come back here and haul you to the nearest prison cell. I swear to god if you are screwing with me I will hunt you to the ends of the earth."*

Fire began to flare out the bottom of her feet as she catapulted herself into the air and towards the location she had been told about.
Barney
"Now now, relax! I wouldn't just make that kind of thing up. It's all in the name, see?"

Brightside grinned cheerfully and gave a little wave farewell to the fiery flyer.

"I didn't catch her, but on the Brightside..." She mimed in a prim voice vaguely approximating Phoenix's own. "Have a nice flight!"

As the heroine began her flight away, Brightside simply turned back to the door and began trying to break in, starting with her lockpick set.
Lori
As the flame of Phoenix rose into the air Brightside watched as the flame gradually faded into the long distance.

With peace regained and a sense of silence hovering in the air Brightside could freely continue their investigation. Shuffling over to the door she inserted her lockpicks and began to work. The door may have been hefty but it was without a doubt lacking in quality and before even a few minutes passed she found the door swinging open with a firm click.

Pushing the door open with a creak her eyes take in the sight before her. An array of assembly tables and inactive machining stations lay spread about the warehouse and against one wall a series of shelves, crates and boxes containing unknown items. To her left stood a narrow metal staircase leading to a metal walkway overlooking the warehouse, at the end of said walkway a door entering what appeared to be an office or breakroom of sorts. A glass window sit on the side of the room overlooking the assembly area, a flickering light can be seen within from your position.

*(Brown marked = storage/shelving)*
*(Left side = stairs / walkway / upper room)*
*(Rectangles = Assembly tables)*
*(Larger rectangles = Machining tables)*
Barney
"Oooh, nice!" Brightside smiled, softly closing the door behind her. It'd stay unlocked anyways, and this way if someone checked the cameras all they'd see is a closed door.

But... What to check first? Well, to start with, she decided to head towards the *End* Of the building, nearest the office. After all, if she were a floor manager she'd probably want to see the fruits of her teams labor by the end. The beautiful finished product! So she'd start by checking *Those* Shelves, and obviously looking through any of the other she passed by for any finished weapons.
Lori
Moving over to the nearest set of shelves Brightside began to rummage through the various boxes she could see spread across them.

Although there didn't appear to be any completed guns within the boxes there appeared to be the refined parts needed for a gun. *With the knowledge*, Brightside inferred that they could be used to assemble a gun perhaps. It would take more time to properly catalogue the parts but there appeared to be a wide array from the look through she had given.
Barney
"Eehhh? The heck is all this shit...? Ugh."

Well, they weren't quite put together, which *Sucked*, but it was better than nothing and it sure beat coming all the way out here for no reason. Brightside quickly began stuffing a variety of parts— several of each to make sure she could put them together when she got back— and a bunch of bullets into her bag. She made sure to leave room for more, though, as she headed up to the office and tried the door.
Lori
It only took a few moments before Brightside found their bag heavy with assorted parts. She couldn't be entirely sure these were all the parts needed for a gun but with good confidence they would certainly be of use were she to try. 

Zipping up her bag and moving away from the shelf she soon clunked upwards on the metal steps onto the walkway. Moving over to the door she gave it a firm push. 

It did not appear to open right away, secured by what seemed to be a simple lock. Where she to pick it or not it seemed it could likely be opened easily, the door was flimsy enough and some force may be all it needed she gathered.
Barney
Well, no sense taking her time with a lockpick when there might be a faster way. She was *Brightside*, after all, Villainess extraordinaire, or something like that. She might need to workshop it.

Either way, she figured there was no harm in giving the door frame a firm *Kick* With all of her might. Hopefully that would knock it open.
Lori
With a firm kick the door would swing open, slamming into the adjacent wall as it opened.

Looking within Brightside could see what occupied the office. A flickering light hang above the room, a lone desk in the centre with a computer. A set of cabinets and shelves against opposite walls and a safe tucked away in the corner.
Barney
"Oooh~ Goodies!" She murmured happily, practically skipping over to the shelves.

The safe would obviously be good too, but she hadn't exactly brought safecracking tools with her. Unfortunately she resigned herself to probably not being able to open it unless she found a hint or indication around here somewhere of how to open it. With that in mind, she checked the shelves and desk thoroughly for any light valuables, or clues to open the safe.
Lori
Brushing through the shelves Brightside found herself with a sense of disappointment. 

Personal effects, sales records and documentation. The belongings of the inhabitant of this office, mundane and of little use to her. Even a closer inspection of the documents appeared fruitless.

Moving over to the desk is where something caught her eye. Whilst the draws on the desk were similarly mundane, par for a golden appearing locket, the bottom left draw caught her eye.
The contents were basic, a pack of fags cigarettes and a lone lighter. These basic findings did little to take it away from the peculiarities of the draw, it's bottom appearing tilted and perhaps higher than seen in the others.
Barney
"Boring, boring, booooring."

She hummed a little tune as she glazed over the paperwork, then checked the desk. She grabbed the locket for funsies, then tried to knock out the fake bottom of the drawer. Surely there would be something nice in here, right?

The girl grinned predatorially.
Lori
With a firm bump from bellow the bottom of the draw shot up slightly, allowing Brightside to remove it from its previous resting location.

Peering within the draw Brightside saw only one object, a notebook with a name designed cleanly across the front. J. R. Plainer.

Although it would take time to take a thorough look through the book, at a quick glance she could identify what appeared to be a safe code.
Barney
"Aaaaha~! Found it."

It certainly wasn't a guarantee that she *Was* Going to have found this sort of thing, but honestly it was just *Entirely* Predictable that she had. These sorts of fatcat businessmen with more money than sense couldn't understand the simplest of complex concepts, so really it made sense that they couldn't even memorize an actual safe code. She grinned and continued her humming as she carried the bookmarked page over to the safe, quickly plugging in the code, eagerly anticipating what might be awaiting her.

"Come on~ Let's see... Whadda we got?"
Lori
Your hear the internals of the safe turn and clunk as you input the code into the dial and before long the safe door swings open.

Gazing inside you found yourself a fairly simple layout, a square storage area with a divider horizontally separating the middle to form a shelf. On the top a box of 9mm bullets placed alongside a cardboard box containing an assortment of papers and notes presumably pertaining to the business ins and outs of the factory. 

On the bottom shelf a small wooden box containing a key and note.

"*Under guest bed. At home. Location one.*"

A simple note, perhaps alluding to where or what the associated key might unlock. Alongside this a small pile of cash, £550 to be precise, and a signet ring secured in yet another small box.
Barney
"...What the heck is this crap?"

Brightside whined. This wasn't what she was expecting at all! Where was the humongous stack of cash and loaded pistol?

Well, maybe that was unrealistic. Still, she could at least mess things up more as punishment. She took out the cardboard box and dumped it onto the ground unceremoniously, then stuffed the bullets, key, note, cash, and ring box into her bag. At least that stuff was a decent haul!

She double-checked the pile of papers she'd dumped in case anything caught her eye, then headed to the next unexplored area.
Lori
The papers fell out across the metal floor and began to fall under your scrutiny. Numbers, accounts the typical boring stuff. A few documents containing the details of an assortment of women, presumably employees. Except for one, which crossed your mind as strange. Unfortunately perhaps. "Jolyne Forts" She'd been missing for the past month or so you had heard on the news.

Anyways. With all the valuables secured within your bag you made your exit from the office and returned to the factory floor. Hovering over to the right side you began to survey the contents. Several crates, nailed shut, they'd need a crowbar to be opened up. The machining tables were unfortunately bare par for a few metal scraps and as for the shelves they had little but an assortment of raw materials. Sheets of steel, some containers of gunpowder (not enough to do any significant damage mind).
Barney
*Hmm.*

She took a few comedic, over-the-top steps backwards as she rubbernecked onto the curious Jolyne Forts document, then snagged it and all related documents and stuffed them into her overfull bag as well. No harm in taking it, right? It might make good blackmail material or something.

The rest... Well, it seemed hopeless, really, which *Sucked*. She'd have to remember to actually bring some proper equipment next time she did this kind of thing, or maybe just pick a better place. Ah well.

She whistled a merry tune with her ill-begotten gains in tow, heading out the door she came in. Time to go home!
Lori
``` Mission End ```