where shipping and receiving happens

At the docks there are a group of men moving large crates from a boat. ANyone familiar with the area would recognize the men as working for the Bertelli family. Off to one side are two men one is incredibly large with a small head and four arms and the other is small and lean but there seems to be a strange deep red gauntlet going up his arm.

As the two are overseeing the operation the red armed man suddenly turns his arm morphing into some form of cannon. A beam fires out of it blasting an arrow out of the air. "Rich, WE GOT COMPANY"

Mirage crouched on a nearby rooftop.  She was intently studying the scene below her, the two meta human thugs watching over the moving of the crate.  She was becoming very interested in what was in that crate.

The mysterious woman in red had been tracking the Bertelli family for some time.  One crime that she busted up had opened the door up to their secretive existence.  It seemed that they had taken precautions against anyone interferring with their shipment.

Mirage sighed.  It was times like this that she really could use some assistance from the rest of the Legacy.  She was used to being the rabid lone wolf loose in the city but she was almost smart enough to realize the benefits of having someone to watch her back.  Too bad that her ego kept getting in the way.

She was contemplating her attack when the one called Armory shouted out something.  They couldn't have seen her, Mirage was very sneaky when she wanted to be.  Who had shot the arrow then?

A masked man heavily armed and in urban camoflauge leaps down from a nearby building. Bow in hand he notches an arrow but quickly has to duck as the four armed man throws a crate at him.

Steel Thunder looked at the action begining below him.  "Damn, Micheal, I knew legacy was based here but I didn't think I'd run into them on the first night."

"And you should't!" called back Micheal from his radio,"leave well enough alone. you haven't even tested the offensive systems yet."

"Well then I guess we should do it know, huh?"

The man known as Steel Thunder flies toward the action.

Hunter.  Of course.

Mirage frowned.  Things had been tense between the two of them after their heated words a few months back.  For her part, Mirage had tried to smooth things over with the man.  She actually liked him.  He was brave, skilled and had a drive that was comparable to her own.

Mirage was not about to let him take on these two thugs by himself.  She flicked her wrist in a very feminine gesture, snapping open a crimson fan with long blades at the end of each spine.  She threw the fan at the thug with the four arms, hoping to give him a distracting cut.  She'd teleport down and follow it up with a generous meeting of her shapely boot meeting his face.