"You know, I never did think Mick Jagger was attractive. Am I weird for that?" Annie asked, she noticed the coast was clear and began inspecting crates. The stolen merchandise had to be around somewhere. Six Hindu deities carved out of precious stones weren't an everyday occurrence, even in large warehouses like this. "Eeney meenie miney mo. I found two of them Red!"<br/>'INDIA' had been branded onto a few of the boxes that had crushed some thugs.<br/><br/>She exchanged her guns a bloody crowbar laying near her feet. Delectable earthy scents--turmeric and corriander--wafted through the air when the boxes were opened. On top of sealed bags containing the aforementioned spices lay a sapphire Vishnu and a topaz Ganesha. Annie loved it when plans came together. "Tutt-tutt, you two are most certainly trespassing." Rusted speakers carried a nasal young man's voice through the warehouse. "I don't like trespassers. Prepare to face the wrath of FrostFire!" Annie rolled her eyes at his cliched threat. What kind of name was FrostFire anyways?