6

These are the Newark docks. Many containers are kept here overnight. And there are warehouses. And it's always a great night for burglaries.

Tonight, the Daughters of the Dragon are on patrol. Colleen Wing has received a tip-off that Murakami survived the collapse, and is still at-large. Wing can't imagine that Murakami can do half as much damage if Bakuto, Sowande, and Alexandra are all dead. But there again, she once thought that Bakuto was dead, and found out she was wrong a little too much later...

Misty Knight is adapting well to life as a cyborg. Her arm has gotten many upgrades. If not for her gender, she'd be sure she could take on Deathlok in a fair fight. Oh well; she'll just have to wait and meet Nebula...if the Guardians' of the Galaxy travels ever take them to the Big Apple...

(Nova-forbid if it ever does...)

There are new sensors in Knight's arm. And that's not the only place she and Rand Enterprises have appended them...

A sensor of hers detects a visitor at the back gate. She alerts Wing, and they both rush to the back gate to greet this mysterious intruder...

At the back gate, Jones rips off the padlock with her bare hands, and tears the gate open. She marches through.

She meets the Daughters of the Dragon, standing in a rank before her. Wing's fist is glowing white. It stops glowing when Colleen recognizes Jones as an ally. Knight disarms her arm in disappointment.

Knight reminds Jones she needs to replace that lock. Jones sighs, and says she'll add it to her to-do list.

They ask her why she's here, of course. So, Jones tells them: she's helping a client, and there's some loot being held in a warehouse here he needs back. So naturally, the Daughters of the Dragon allow it. But they warn her that if she causes more damage than she's worth, they're chucking her right back out that gate.

Jones agrees, and proceeds. Wing follows her from a distance.

Jones follows the directions to the warehouse Lieberman told her about. It's a long way around. She circles it, looking for a way in. Certain Jones has found what she's looking for, Wing returns to her duties.

Something appears to stalk Jones, from the rooftops and the tops of the containers. It looks like...Ant-Man in a black suit. He leaps from top to top, apparently stocking Jones. Perhaps, he...plans to go rappelling down the Power Woman's low-cut?

Jones finds a way in, at long last. Black Ant perches, and waits...

Once in, Jones pushes a lever nearby, and turns on the lights. She doesn't believe what she sees. Alas, some of it is expected, considering what she's looking for. She just...didn't expect to find out the possibility that...Lee isn't the only librarian Beyonce's robbed...

The shelves are tall, and numerous. They're arranged far and wide. And the warehouse, for some reason, feels...much bigger on the inside...than it looks from the outside...

Jones feels sleepy, all of a sudden. She snaps out of it. She stalks the bookshelves, looking around. She reaches for the recently-updated list of books Lee's lost. If only there weren't so many others from so many other libraries...

Most of these aren't even in English. In fact, many are printed in languages Jones wouldn't have known existed until now...

She doesn't have to look for very long, strangely, before finding the first. She takes it off the shelf and inspects it. It's the same book, alright. She sighs, puts it back, and looks for the other books.

She finds them all adjacent to each other. Strange... She goes back, one more time, to account for all the books of Lee's she's found. It suddenly occurs to her they don't all occur in the same place each time she looks...

What is this? Who stacks these, anyway?

Jones feels she's being watched. She turns slowly. There's someone. They're standing at the far end of the rows of shelves she's between. They wear a black robe. And they DEFINITELY do not have Beyonce's figure underneath...unless they're wearing more beneath that robe...

So much for meeting a trio of women who would've burst out into "Single Ladies" when Jones first met them. Crap; Jones was subtly anticipating that...

But not too much, of course. She'd beat to death anyone who found out she secretly adores Beyonce's music...

Jones flexes her bare arms, and tries to fly over to the person. Surprisingly, she does it perfectly. This scares and amazes her; up until now, she could never get her flight down right-or UP, rather... She lands perfectly, within five paces of the robed person.

He doesn't react. He just stands there.

Jones asks if he's Beyonce. He moves, and takes off his hood...

He's a bald Asian, with a mustache. He identifies himself as Wong.

"What," Jones asks, "just Wong? Like Adele? Or Drake? Eminem...?"

Wong gives her a cold look.

Jones smiles, and rolls her eyes. "Something tells me you've heard that bit before...Mr. Wong."

He's MASTER Wong, actually...of the Mystic Arts. He is a librarian...although he's taken a lot of time off his job recently.

Jones asks him what his job is. And she asks him why he's taking time off.

There's a black ant on Wong's shoulder. Jones tells him to be still, and raises her hand to squash it...