White Fox kept to the shadows, moving fast but quiet, eyes scanning for anything out of place. The pattern was there if you knew how to look—clean jobs, no mistakes, just a hint of flair left behind. Black Cat. Felicia Hardy never did anything halfway. Whatever she was after this time, it was big enough to make noise without getting caught. White Fox exhaled, steadying herself. She didn’t know yet if this would end in a fight or a conversation—but either way, she was going to find her.