Helena Bertinelli, AKA the Huntress slipped into the factory. She had heard that there was going to be a weapons deal going down that night and she was going to bust it...as well as a few heads. Much to her surprise, however, there didn't seem to be anyone there.
<i>Huh...am I too late?</I> she thought. That's when something caught her eye. A lone crate. "Bingo," she whispered. Undoubtedly that's where the weapons were stored. She opened the crate and coughed. "What the fuck?" she hissed. It was just a dusty old crate! Nothing in it at all! <i>Someone is going to pay for feeding me a line!</i> she thought bitterly before leaving. Huntress decided to return home and get some sleep. She was unaware that the dust she had inhaled WAS the weapon. When inhaled, it caused...
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