Finally, a job she could actually do without qualm.<br/><br/>Lilly Ghatas, better known as Sparks, was dressed in sharp business attire as she walked confidently into City Hall. A forged badge clipped to her lapel, she walked in as though she was meant to be there and was never questioned. She reached a side door and slipped the badge in, careful to angle herself slightly to block the direct line of sight to it.<br/><br/>The badge was screen printed with the necessary information on it to get her in, but inside, rather than a normal chip, was only a thin piece of gold that ran the length of it. Sparks held her thumb directly to the gold contact on one end, while the opposite side made contact with the key reader. A few seconds of concentration as her consciousness flowed into the mechanism was all it took to unlock the door. The whole act happened at the speed of light, and a small flickering of light across the hand that held the card was the only indication.<br/><br/>Anarchy was waiting back at his headquarters for her. Likely impatiently. He had wanted to come along, but she had told him he’d just get in the way and arouse suspicion. His every move was watched. But Sparks? Not so much. Aside from a few in-person run-ins with Marshalls, any records of her in the system kept vanishing, so she wasn’t on any watch lists. The primary Marshall who had kept tabs on her died about a year ago. Aside from her record in the Metahuman Electronic Tracking System (METS), which was woefully out of date, and the memories of those who happened to run into her or know of her, she was virtually unknown. She was not a prominent figure in Los Diablos, though she probably should have been.<br/><br/>Letting herself through the door, she made her way down corridors and through more doorways. Finally, she found a terminal without direct supervision. Sparks’ normally gloved hands were bare for this particular mission, and she reached out her hand to touch the terminal, tiny electrical sparks emanating from the hand to spread over and into the terminal itself. It was time to turn off the security system for the area she was in and erase the security cameras for the past five minutes. She easily got into the camera system, erasing the footage from the lobby and the wing of the building she was in, then setting a timer to turn them back on in twenty minutes. More than enough time to get in and out again.<br/><br/>Next, the security system for this wing. Holding Area 13 was her goal, and she was just outside it. As she began the process of deactivating the security, she was surprised to find the system for that area already turned off. What? She checked again. A manual override. Huh.<br/><br/>Pulling herself from the terminal, Sparks looked around. She didn’t have a lot of time before the next guard rotation, so she’d better get a move on. Though now she was on high alert. Why was the security system already off?<br/><br/>On the way to Holding Area 13 she found a guard slumped against the wall, blissfully unconscious, but not dead. Definitely not a good sign. Was she going to have to fight for this Nanocell Anarchy wanted her to get? This was supposed to be a simple retrieval mission. There wasn’t a way for her to check the cameras ahead without also turning the system back on.<br/><br/>As she entered the actual holding area, she heard the sound of glass shatter. Glancing around a corner, she could see the backs two guards running off toward the sound.<i>That was a well-timed distraction</i>, she thought to herself. But there was only supposed to have been the one guard. What had changed?<br/><br/>Looking around to make sure there was no one else, she slipped in and looked for aisle 16. Finally finding the correct aisle, she looked down to see another figure lift something off of a shelf. The exact item she had come for. Of course.<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath she paced into the aisle and stopped to block the exit, feet apart, facing the figure wearing a ski mask. Why did they always do that, anyway? Opening her right hand, still by her side, electricity began to crackle from her palm and fingers, as she allowed the tightly controlled energy inside her to release there. A visible warning to the person before her.<br/><br/>Sparks cleared her throat as the person turned to see her. “I believe we have come for the same item,” she said evenly.