Creak.. Theta pushed a trapdoor, climbing out of the ladders into the warehouse above. He had been here many times before. The air was filled with the musty smell of rotting wood in crates.
His body still aching, he steadied his sword and gazed around the warehouse. He spotted nothing. He climbed a few crates to get a better bird's eye view, and happened to see something relatively surprising.
One of the scouts, people dressed as warehouse employees, was passed out on the floor. This instantly triggered the senses of Theta, understanding someone had infiltrated the warehouse. He jumped off the crates, landing softly. His senses had been heightened, and the pain no longer hurt him as much. This was one of his abilities.
