The call had been unexpected. It was a rare thing that someone messed around on the docks. Never mind the police or heroes coming after you, Nanomed had the resources and political clout to ruin everyone a person had ever met. Still, it was her area for the night so she had received the call. Patching into the security feed, she managed to capture a grainy image of the intruder. The computer quickly identified the villain as a B level code named the Scythe Spectre. It advised no need for reinforcements. With a shrug, Samantha pulled her mask down over her eyes and slipped the small viewscreen into a concealed pocket in her tight outfit.<br/><br/>Coming up on the gates to the Nanomed shipyard, the Scarlet Sentinel paused at the sight of the heavy steel gates almost completely ripped from their hinges. It did not seem like something that the Spectre would be capable of according to her file, so either she had an accomplice or some new piece of tech that packed a punch. Caution would be required. For a moment, she thought about calling in some help just to be safe but it had only been a few months since she had finished her probationary period and she still felt the need to prove herself. Bringing down a full fledged supervillian on her own would go a long way to proving that she deserved to on the team.<br/><br/>Taking a slow, deep breath, the Scarlet sentinel walked forward into the yard. As she walked, she quickly tied her crimson hair back so it would not get in her face during a fight... Because there would be a fight. Super villains never just came quietly. Walking stealthily through the dimly lit warehouse, Samantha focused on every pool of shadow, expecting to be attacked by the super strong phantom accomplice she had created in her mind. The assault never came though and soon she was at the back of the warehouse, where her target was last picked up on camera. The woman was looking into a shipping container and paying no attention to the hero's approach. It would be easy to just blindside her but the Defenders had a code of honour that she had to adhere to and part of that was always giving the option of a peaceful surrender. Stopping about thirty feet from the robed woman, she called out "It's an odd time of night for window shopping, so why don't you just come along quietly and this can end with breaking and entering and destruction of private property?"<br/>At a modest 5'4" it was hard to be intimidating but Samantha hoped that her reputation preceded her. Just in case though, she readied herself for an attack.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>