Sun Tzu wrote "The position of victory is one of determination. The position of defeat is unpreparedness."

The two Triad enforcers were certainly unprepared as Miss Martial burst out of hiding with C'hi enhanced speed.

The first enforcer crumpled senselessly to the ground, face bloody from her blow. To the second enforcer's credit he didn't freeze or try to hang on to the crate. He stepped back, reaching for his gun with desperate haste. But he was just a normal man and he was never going to be fast enough.

Miss Martial's leg muscles coiled then released, propelling her across the intervening distance with ease. Her kick landed squarely on the enforcer's chest, the crack of ribs audible. He coughed blood, releasing his gun as he fell, eyes wide with pain.

Miss Martial followed him down, kneeling atop him she delivered a blow to the side of his head and watched with satisfaction as his eyes rolled up and he went limp.

The heroine stood, body tense as she scanned for other foes, but the abandoned yard was quiet. There was no one else here. Miss Martial nodded to herself in satisfaction, then stepped over to the crate the two men had been carrying.

"Now, let's see what we have here."

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