Kate Bishop

Kate Bishop crouched on the edge of a Manhattan rooftop, watching the nondescript warehouse across the street. The arms dealer she’d been tracking for weeks was inside, and tonight, she wasn’t letting him slip away.

She drew an arrow from her quiver, the tip designed to take out the streetlight above the two guards posted outside. With a swift motion, she loosed the shot, and the light shattered, plunging the alley into darkness.

The guards hesitated, confused, their hands instinctively going for their weapons. Kate dropped down into the alley, her landing soundless, and quickly moved toward the back entrance.

Just as she reached the door, a voice echoed from behind her.

“Who’s there?”

Kate spun, a grin tugging at her lips.

The guard froze, his eyes wide, just as an arrow struck the brick wall beside him. Without another word, he turned and bolted toward the warehouse.

“Smart choice,” Kate muttered, stepping inside.

The warehouse was vast, dark, and echoing with the faint sounds of men talking and crates being moved. She could hear them preparing for a shipment. Time was running out.

With a single motion, she drew another arrow—this one equipped with a taser. She fired, hitting one man square in the chest. He collapsed instantly, twitching before going still.

Another man spun around, pulling a gun.

“Not tonight,” Kate said, firing again. This arrow glued him to a nearby crate, his struggles useless.

The rest of the men inside had finally caught wind of her presence and were rushing in from all sides.

She didn’t need backup. She was the backup.

The last guard turned to flee, but before he could get far, Kate fired an immobilizing arrow, hitting him in the leg. He dropped to the ground, cursing.

Kate stood over him, breathing steady, scanning the chaos she’d just created. “I’ve got enough questions for you. But first—where’s the rest of your stash?”

The guard remained silent, and Kate grinned. The night was just getting started. She heard a piece of metal fall across from her and ducked behind cover quickly, drawing an arrow.

“Who’s there?”