Thread: Rising Powers (Alvis Alendran & Raina Reader)

It had been a good night, the last three places she hit had gone off without a hitch, which was rare for her. Usually, something or someone got in the way which forced her to bail early, which was always a pain in the ass because it meant a twenty-mile walk and two hundred mile bus ride back into civilization. Not that she wasn't accustomed to it by now and safer was always better, but the longer she got to play usually translated to a bigger haul overall, plus if she made it through this place without a hiccup it meant she could hang out in the city a bit longer, find some real action and then maybe case some more places. That was the real trick to her success, and something she learned over the years. Despite her natural gifts she didn't get rich very quickly when she had to turn tail fifteen minutes into a heist because she didn't plan ahead, she knew it was better not to rely too heavily on her talents to make herself scarce since it only turned into an inconvenience in the long run, which was why she put painstaking effort into casing each and every place before hand, like any other thief. Staff schedules, security patrols, camera locations and their ranges, everything. Cameras were the most important. She didn't care if she was caught on them, no, considering her Venetian mask , hood and long flowing white trench coat, she was pretty anonymous, infact she loved grandstanding infront of the cameras, it's how she earned her name. Some papers were calling her The Venetian Others simplified it to Venice Which she took a liking too. The medias hyper fixation on the mask was what she wanted, because the mask became her identity, nothing else mattered, which was perfect for her because when everyone talked about the mask, it meant less people were focused on how she pulled off her heists and how she would escape everytime, because when things did get bad? She was never there to be a caught, because that was the real trick, and something she ensured never was seen on camera. Finally. She muttered as the final object of value within her hand disappeared like magic, yet another trick she made sure was out of the cameras sights. Shit, I might actually get to go out for a drink after this. She laughed feeling mildly cocky as she turned the corner to strut within the camera's line of sight, wanting to put on one final show for which ever sorry officer had to review this tape when suddenly the wall before her exploded into flying brick and rubble. What in the flying-- Panic mode kicked in and both of her white gloved hands slid into either side of her coat, withdrawing two matching Sig Saur 938's and opening fire on what ever had just come bursting through the wall as she darted behind a pillar. The sound of the gruff, mildly aggressive voice catching her ear as she tilted her head, yet refraining from taking a look. It was a person? Had they used a car? It was quite dark and there had been too much dust and rubble before she kicked into defensive mode, but whoever this was it sounded like the gun fire didn't scare them. Are they armed too? Police or Criminals? Shit, she had to get out of here, but whoever this neandrethal was, the silent alarm was certainly tripped by that stunt, one of the first things she noted to becareful of when casing this place. She had to get out of here, but her options for a quick escape were zero with the stranger around and police on their way, if this one wasn't in fact an officer and something in the back of her mind told her they weren't. Refusing to speak, she reached an arm around the side of the pillar, firing three more shots from the gun in her right hand before dropping the gun to the floor and breaking into a sprint down the opposite hall, firing behind her as she ran with the other gun, dropping it just like the first once she heard a click.