The building looked unimportant.

No one and nothing around. 

Only a few stragglers, homeless in the back streets looking for an empty warehouse to sleep in. 

Two more people slunk around the corner, sticking to the shadows and alcoves. Hoods covered their faces, unmarked clothing, rough looking enough to blend in with the others. Staggering enough to have had a rough day. 

The couple passed the building with a homeless man sitting on the front step, and ducked into the alley two buildings down. There they pressed into the brick wall and scanned the area. No one to see them as they scaled the wall and flipped onto the roof, keeping low and watching. 

The next alley, they jumped over. Going back to a crawl, the man in the black hoodie taking the lead, they made their way to their last jump. But stopped and leaned over, looking for any cameras or other people. 

On the corner of the next roof, hanging down but able to swerve to wherever it detected movement, was a tiny black camera hidden in the shadows. The girl in a blue hoodie took a small knife out of her pocket, took a deep breath, then threw it. The blade circled, right up to the wire of the camera and snipped it, landing on the window sill beside it. As they made the jump, she grabbed the knife and stuffed it back into her pocket. 

As they stood on the rood they kept vigilant, knowing that their target had the means to have this whole place decked out. But as the girl and boy had guessed, they were too cocky to put up any real defense. 

So they made their way to the back wall, away from the others on the street. Then looked over the roof's edge, to see a window sill right below them, just wide enough to jump on to. Right where they knew it would be. 

The girl went first, the guy watching her back. They peered into dark window. There were people prowling around inside, guarding a hatch in the ground. They nodded to each other, hauled themselves back up onto the roof, and stripped off their hoodies. 

The boy reveal a black suit with green accents, the same color as his eyes that peered out from a mask. He rolled his clothes up and stuck them behind a vent, then turned to his partner. The girl had a suit to match the boy's, but hers was dark grey with light grey touches. Both of their suits fit like a glove, showing off bodies lined with muscles and power. 

Her mask was the grey twin to his own, her golden curls pulled back into a high pony tail. Her grey eyes met his and she grinned. "Let's go." He grinned back then they jumped back onto the ledge, before picking the lock with the girl's knife she had strapped to her thigh, one of two, and pushing the glass in just enough to crawl through. 

The landing they stepped onto creaked with age. But none of the guards noticed, used to the sound of the old building around them. The couple made their way down to the ground, ducking behind boxes, crawling from cover to cover.

Until . . .

They were in range. 

The guy nodded, and at the same time, they both threw chunks of rocks and debris from the floor at two of the guards. When they went down, the other two guards gaped, for all of a second before the girl brought down the end of both her daggers to their skulls. They slumped to the floor with the other two and didn't get back up. 

A scanner required a keycard to open the hatch. The boy picked the card from the pocket of the head guard, then swiped it over the blue pad. 

With a hiss the compartment opened, revealing stairs down into the ground. A glance from one to the other had the guy going in first and the girl watching his back. 

As the two infiltrated the base, no alarms sounded. 

They snuck down, ducking through doors with the card, knocking out guards when they had to, and making their way to the room they knew they needed. 

Pipes lined the walls and artificial light made a sickening glow. Both wanted to get out as soon as possible, but they were here for a job. The bag around the boy's shoulder had everything they needed. This would not go wrong. 

Two more guards down and they opened the door into a training facility. As the sun was going down outside, the room was empty. But, when the boy flicked on the light and the girl said "Fall in!" manipulating her voice, three doors out of seven opened up. 

Filling one doorway was a girl with broad shoulders and a sharp jawline. Her skin looked like tree bark, green eyes and green hair finished off the nature look. The next one had a small girl, white hair, thick and wavy, sparkled with the false lights. Her skin shimmered like freshly fallen snow and her eyes were silver. Aspen and Eira. 

Leaving the last girl, with skin like onyx and spiky hair to match, as Melany. Her eyes were pure black, no light entering or leaving. She was the one to watch out for.

"So . . . " Melany raised a perfect eyebrow and crossed her arms. "You've changed the battle field. How nice." The words were like venom, spat at her enemies to get them on unsure footing, doubt themselves.

It didn't work.  

"We've brought gifts." The man purred, slipping something from his bag and into the girl he was with's hand. "And words from your friends." He walked one way, the girl walked the other. Both positioning themselves on either side of the group of strange females. 

"Bring it on." The leader hissed back. With those words, like they were some sort of signal, the other two girls struck.