Liberty slipped through the basement floor; an eidolon of worn leather and frayed cloth. She snapped back to tangibility, kneeling on the floor and taking deep, slow breaths. Long periods of intangibility drained her body of oxygen, choking her blood with carbon dioxide. Her vision stopped swimming after several long moments.
A hand wrapped in a worn leather glove runs a thumb over her utility belt, checking each compartment with a touch. Her other hand pats the scarred grips of her revolvers. Then she rises.
The air around her warps as she solidifies microscopic sheets, bars and branches, while rendering other portions intangible. Slowly semi-opaque golden plates materialize, a segmented armor made from solidified air, a paper thin composite of diamond hard segments and flexible sheets, each separated by a section of armor that was intangible but charged to detonate. Creating a lightweight suit of reactive ablative whipple shielding from nothing but air.
She flexes her fingers inside the golden gauntlets and crouches, placing her palm against the floor... feeling the minute vibrations of sound waves passing through the solid ground. A noetic mantra routs these sensations to the subconscious portion of her brains spatial memory- granting her an intuitive knowledge of her surroundings.
Liberty would need it. She was in enemy territory now.
Even the Noir Rose's evolutionarily enhanced vision would not be able to authenticate the mysterious presence secretly navigating its way through the sub-levels. Freshly showered and adorning a casual pair of grey cotton utility warm ups and his trademark facial wrap, he began his daily exercise regiment starting with the Kettlebell ballistic warm-up. Completely unaware that death was slipping in through the backdoor.