Encountering a Master Thief..

OOC: Pretty much the setting more or less:

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IC: Dark looming skies, composed of roaring thunder and vicious lightning, surrounded Los Angeles, a storm was brewing. Among the rooftops during this storm was a dashing costumed vigilante, known as Soulshade. This costumed hero was believed throughout the world to be nothing but a myth, for never had a trace of evidence proving his existence been uncovered, despite the governments best attempts to track him down. What was Soulshade doing during this storm? Of course a man like Soulshade could take care of himself, so taking shelter from this wuss of a storm was laughable. His thoughts were of course spoken to soon, as raging winds would sweep the area, threatening the safety of nearby people, as objects would be flying all over the place.

The reason behind Soulshade's activity in a storm at this late hour was simple, he was following a lead about a supposed master thief, who was supposed to be very skilled. He didn't have an alias of his own, but this thief was said to be very skilled. Millennium had sent him on a mission to investigate this character, for Clayton was a suspect of many crimes, and Millennium wanted to keep tabs on Clayton should his criminal activities get worse, to the point that they would have to "interfere". Obviously he would have to avoid being seen, otherwise things could get out of hand. Soulshade decided he should enter a nearby warehouse to get out of the storm, he would begin his search for Clayton once more when the storm passed. Soulshade took on the form of a warehouse worker after breaking the lock of the door with brute force. He entered the vicinity then and began to look around, making sure the coast was clear and he was all alone. He thought to himself, "Well it's not bad in here, I could sleep in here while I wait for the storm to pass." He didn't believe anyone was in the vicinity, perhaps the coast was indeed clear...

Warehouses at night. How many nights of his life had Clayton spent in those places? Even he couldn’t give you an exact number. What he could do, though, was tell you why he was there that night. He was after a cache of experimental weapons that were supposed to be there. He checked the exact box he was told they would be in, on the exact shelf he was told it would be on. Nothing. He even checked the crates around it. There was nothing but baby dolls and nothing in the baby dolls but cotton stuffing. It was bad information for the second time that month. He was going to have to fire his booking agent.

He was disappointed. It was a disappointment he never though he would ever experience; the disappointment of cotton stuffing and rubbery baby heads. He wondered if he was experiencing something close postpartum depression. Clayton decided it was only fair that he shouldn't have to clean up after himself in his postpartum state. “I guess my expectations were too high… Babies really are depressing once you've actually got ‘em.” He muttered to himself while he turned to walk away from the mess.

It was then when he heard it. A cracking noise that would have been hard to pick out if you weren’t doing something that required you to be paranoid of every sound. He was not alone in the warehouse. It was time to hurry out. He reached into his jacket holster to draw his gun. He realized he should have cleaned up his mess. While hurrying to make his escape, Clayton tripped on one of the rubber baby heads. His gun slid under the set oh shelving across from him while he lie perfectly still. It sounded like footsteps were coming closer. He deemed hiding his best course of action and quickly rolled under the shelving closest to him, across from his weapon. It was still dark, he hoped that would be enough to keep him hidden.

ooc: sorry for late post, and sorry that it isnt my best work, been kinda busy and now I'm just plain tired lool xD

IC: A soft yet recognizable thump, something had obviously crashed to the ground at that moment. Soulshade, disguised as a warehouse worker thought to himself, [i]"Did someone see me shapeshift? Was I caught red-handed, breaking and entering into this establishment? If so, I'm going to have to... make them UNSEE what everything...."[/]i Soulshade would swiftly sprint from his position towards the quickest route to the fellow intruder, his disguise not hampering his abilities, he was fully ready to catch this cretin. Soulshade's movements were swift indeed, yet tranquil as the clouds, his every step nearly undetectable to the naked ear, his training had prepared him in the art of stealth and speed.

Soulshade would soon realize that the fellow intruder wasn't in sight, he couldn't have escaped yet, Soulshade would have heard SOMETHING. He would stay in place for now, listening intently on the movements and sounds of the area to make sure he didn't' lose this intruder. Soulshade would whisper with an annoyed yet calm tone, "Come on out little mouse... I won't bite." Soulshade would then await a response, something was bound to happen, he would just have to be patient.

Suddenly, there were feet in front of him. They were attached to legs. Those legs were attached to a person. A person that more than likely did not want him there. The air was still and the room was completely silent. The figure in front of him whispered, and Clayton heard every word over the sound of his beating heart; they creeped him out enough to make him decide it was best to just cut his losses and leave.

He rolled out as quickly as he could manage while remaining silent. Unfortunately for him, stealth just was not going to happen that night. His tumble landed him almost directly on top of a rat. The rodent let out a shrill squeak as his weight landed on its tail. Startled, Clayton pushed him self up and away from the rat. He would need to get himself onto his feet now, and out quickly.