Black Canary stood near a broken window, her sharp gaze scanning the dark streets below. The dim light caught her blonde hair as she adjusted her gloves, steeling herself for action. She was all too aware of the stakes; weapons were moving through this place, and they needed to stop it.

Emerging from the shadows, Huntress stepped into view, her crossbow slung over her shoulder. Her eyes were intense, reflecting a fierce determination.

“I don’t know about you,” Helena said, her voice low, “but I’d prefer to make a little noise. A few thugs in handcuffs and a couple of broken bones sounds like a good night to me.”

Dinah smirked, excitement flickering in her eyes. “We can’t go in guns blazing. We need to be smart about this. How about we split up and flank them? I’ll use the element of surprise; you take the front.”

Helena nodded, her expression shifting to one of focus. “Alright, but if things go south, don’t expect me to hold back.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Dinah replied, her voice steady.

With a shared look of understanding, the two women slipped into the shadows, ready to confront the threat lurking within the warehouse, each prepared to watch the other’s back.