Alex POV:
First floor of the warehouse
The metal door quietly clicks shut behind me.
It's colder than I expected inside the warehouse. These damn Russians and their thick skin... It's not like it's a problem for me, though, since I quite literally have the hide of a bear.
Inside, there were rows and rows of wooden crates in neat rows, stacked from the ground to the ceiling, which was, in fact, quite tall. I peek in one of the crates. 4 AK-47s and a bunch of ammo. Yikes, definitely illegal.
A pretty good description of this warehouse would be the Costco freezer aisle, but instead of milk, there's just illegal weapons.
I reach my senses out again to check the locations of all the guards on this floor. There seem to be around 20 footsteps, all with the subtle metal rattling, showing that they're all armed. The steady breathing shows they're all relaxed, though. To be fair, who in their right mind would storm a mafia base in the middle of the night.
Perfect. They're just sitting ducks. Alright, time to put some of the infiltration skills Nat taught me into play.
I slow my breathing. Drop my weight lower. And then I move.
My first target is leaning on some crates, playing a mobile game on his phone. I sneak up to him, muffle his screams with the leather and fur on the forearm of my gauntlet, and use my other arm to choke him to unconsciousness in 5 seconds.
You see, when most people think of choking, they think of it as squashing the target's airways and making them pass out from a lack of oxygen. This takes roughly 30 seconds to 1 minute, and can be done by squeezing the neck.
However, if you apply pressure on a specific artery on the neck, you can do something called a blood choke, which restricts blood flow to the brain. This hurts a lot more, but gets the job done much faster. I learnt that the painful way.
Anyways, after I blood choked my first target and he fell limp, I just rolled him into a fetal position and dumped him in one of the many crates.
Once he wakes up, we'll be long gone.
One down, a lot more to go.
I hug the walls of the warehouse like a shadow, as I sneak through the facility, completely invisible to all senses. I stay still, always in the blind spots, and only move when the other guards are moving to hide my footsteps.
I'm not even consciously doing it. It's all instinct and muscle memory.
Next, theres three guards slacking off and smoking in the broom closet, talking about how if they wait long enough in the broom closet, they'll get a secret ending or something. They don't know that they just made my job a whole lot easier for me.
I enter the room. 5 seconds later, I leave, leaving 3 unconscious bodies lying in the closet, and I quietly shut the door behind me.
Next.
I crawl above my next two targets, holding on to the various pipes that line the ceiling. I make sure there's nobody around. When I realize that the nearest guard is 4 rooms away listening to music, I drop.
I fall knees first onto one of the guards, knocking him out instantly. Before the other one could react, as I was still falling, I grabbed his head, making him fall with me, and hit his head on the concrete floor, which knocked him out cold as well. Also shoved into crates.
The next one, the one who was listening to music, I easily sneak up on him and choke him out. This one I just shove in the ventilation shaft in the ceiling. Hope you're not claustrophobic, buddy.
Another three down. I'm burning through these guards like Caseoh burns through his food.
Another one, taking a leak in the washroom. Bashed his head into the washroom walls. What can I say, I caught him with his pants down. Sat him down in one of the toilet stalls and locked the door. If anyone sees him, they'll just think he's taking a shit and leave him alone.
Outside the bathroom, some guards are playing poker on an empty crate, with their guards completely down. What's the point of being a guard if your guards gonna be down hahaha... Ok, sorry, moving on. Anyways, I make quick work of them, hiding their bodies under the crate they were using as a table.
Really, I might be way too overleveled for this zone. I end up taking out every single guard on the first floor within less than half an hour, with no challenge at all. However, the hostages are nowhere to be found.
I sneak my way up to the second floor, hoping that Peter had better luck. There are only two footsteps I can sense on this floor, meaning that only one guard and Peter are up. I make my way towards them.
As I'm moving, I sense a lot of steady breathing above, and when I look up, there's body after body, unconscious and webbed to the ceiling. These guys gotta start looking up more often...
I finally made it to the scene, and Peter's just now sneaking up to the last guy. I tap him on the shoulder, making him jump, hitting the ceiling, and sticking there.
I whisper to him, "Found the stacys yet?" Which he responds to me by shaking his head no.
"I thought you would have more luck." He whispered back.
I look at the final guard in this warehouse and make a plan. "If they're not here, and we don't know where they are, it wouldn't be so smart knocking out the final person who might know, right?" I grin at Peter.
"Already on it."
Pete proceeded to web up the last guard to the wall without warning.
"Cука блять!" The final guard yelled out, surprised at the ambush.
Ok, interrogation time.
I walk towards him, exuding as much bloodlust as I could, and yes, I also learnt how to exude bloodlust from Nat.
The russian mobster looks terrified. I mean, he should be, considering a massive man, presumably a savage barbarian, covered in leather, and wearing the head of a bear as a helmet, is walking towards him, leaking killing intent.
He says something in Russian, but I don't really understand it, so I whip out my emergency weapon. Google Translate. Russian->English.
He says something along the lines of "Please don't kill me! I have family!"
I growl out, trying to sound as menacing as possible. "Tell me where the two teens you kidnapped today are, or else I'll rip your balls off and shove them down your throat."
Google Translate: English -> Russian.
The feminine robotic tone repeats what I just said back in Russian, losing all the menacing aura, but still keeping the message.
He pales more than I thought possible, and in panic, starts talking.
"The higher-ups told us to deliver all of the hostages we've gathered over the last few months at the docks for shipping tomorrow night! We sent all the hostages we had a few hours ago, you'll find them at the north docks tomorrow night!!!" The female monotone voice of Google Translate speaks.
...Shit. I got here too late. And there could be more hostages.
Learning what we needed, Peter and I swiftly made our leave, as we needed to rest up and prepare for tomorrow night.
As the two made their leave, they didn't notice the numerous small hidden cameras blinking, recording everything that went down.
Same cameras with a small SHIELD logos on them.
(a/n sorry I wont be able to upload until next week because finals are fucking me in the ass rn)