<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/80/Cipher.2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Alisa Targar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.phptopic=310417.msg15065563#msg15065563) AKA Cipher<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>long sleeved catsuit in black (https://di2ponv0v5otw.cloudfront.net/posts/2019/01/24/5c4a2a343e0caabe475dadfb/m_5c4a2a80c617775faf1a062c.jpg) as well as her fave Doc Martens<br/><strong>Time and Date:</strong>9|11|2019 | Late Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Warehouse<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Getting in | Investigation<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Secret Avengers<br/><strong>Mood Music:</strong>Long Hard Road Out Of Hell (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=THNEolxBmso)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Cipher moved quickly, each soundless step taking her deeper into the loud racket of the warehouse. She hadn't fibbed when she told Dare Devil that she knew where the security room was located. What would have been the point? Better to get there, disable anything that could register their presence and slip away. After all, the others might need her.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/474x/5d/e9/cd/5de9cd5645d53b20fd540122c54b5bc2.jpg)</div>Approximately fifteen minutes later, Cipher was just outside the large space, her dark eyes flicking over the countless monitors. No one seemed to be in sight so, with no further ado, she slipped inside and found the nearest computer. Five minutes of guesswork had the whole setup ready to erase any previous footage. Another five had completely wiped the memory and mainframe, destroying her cyber footprint.<br/><br/>She did not wait around, only whispered,<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Security offline."</span>Moments later, she was back on the move, invisible and soundless, walking quickly. She had to find the devil in red. He might require her help.