S.T.E.A.L.

Ok so this is a story I came up with (unfinished)
I hope you like it!
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== Prologue ==
Friday, October 26, 2007, 8:00 PM EDT
Maura glanced at her office door for what seemed like the hundredth time since she had received the call from her boss five minutes earlier. Normally, her seventeenth-floor office was surrounded by a bustle of activity, but almost everyone had gone home for the night, and didn’t seem to regret it. The job was a dull one, but it had to be done, even if it meant spending eleven hours a day filing paperwork for a car company owned by a billionaire business tycoon. It all seemed rather pointless, Maura thought, seeing as the man had never actually visited the building. At twenty-two, this was only her second year working for his company, and yet she had already found ways to make work more...efficient, for lack of a better word. She had not shared her methods with her coworkers, but preferred to keep them to herself. 
Suddenly, there was a sharp knock on the door, and Maura jumped and nearly fell over. She quickly straightened the plaque on her desk, which read Maura B. Fraser in faded lettering, and slipped a headband over her thick, natural curls, before bounding over to the door. However, she opened it to find, not her boss, as expected, but a tall, unfamiliar person with short, bright pink hair and extremely blue eyes. 
“Who are you?” Maura managed to say.
“That,” said the newcomer, “is an excellent question, Maura.”
Surprised that they knew her name, Maura said nothing more, but gestured to the chair on the other side of her desk.
“Please, sit down.”
They nodded and settled regally into the chair. 
“You may be wondering why I am here. The truth is, I have noticed some very excellent qualities of yours, and I would like to formally invite you to join an agency of mine.”
Maura was confused. 
“You mean like another company?”
“...More or less. But this won’t be anything like what you’re used to here.”
“As long as it’s faster-paced, I’m in.”
The mysterious person smiled. 
“I haven’t even told you what it is yet.”
Maura waved her hand impatiently.
“I need a break from this snoozefest. Explain.”
They started to say something, but stopped, and drew a shiny silver card from their sleeve.
“As soon as I leave the building, call your boss and tell him you’re quitting. Take ten minutes to pack up your things and go home. Put on the darkest clothes you have, but make sure not to wear shoes. At exactly 9:30 PM, this card will flash green. Pick it up and place your right thumb on the circle that appears. Good luck, and I will see you soon.” 
They stood up and walked out the door without another word, shutting it softly behind them.
Maura sat frozen in her chair, dazed from the encounter. Was she really expected to just...quit? It would be a welcome change, but it seemed rather sudden. Rip off the Band-Aid, she thought as she picked up the phone on her desk and dialed the number of her boss. 
"Good evening, Mr. Jones."
"What is it this time, Ms. Fraser?"
"I would like to resign from my position at this company."
There was a few seconds' silence, and Mr. Jones sighed before saying,
"All right, if that's really what you want. I’ll give your resignation to the higher-ups.”
“Yes, Mr. Jones! Thank you, Mr. Jones!”
Maura hung up the phone with a sense of giddy excitement. She glanced at her watch, which read 8:15, and began packing her things into an empty cardboard box in the corner of her office. As she stared around the now-empty office, she picked up the silver card and slipped it into her coat pocket.  At 8:25 exactly, she carried the box out of the tall building and didn't bother turning back. She walked down the streets of downtown New York and down a staircase into a subway terminal, where she waited for a few minutes until a train came. She sat down and placed her box on the empty seat next to her, and thought about the mysterious person. What could possibly be so important that they wanted her to quit her job, and why in the world did they want her? 
The train slowly emptied out until only Maura and her box were left. Maura got out five minutes later and walked up into a parking garage, where she slipped into a small white car and drove across the Brooklyn Bridge. She pulled into another parking garage ten minutes later, locked her car, and climbed the stairs to her fifth-floor apartment. She tossed her coat and box on the couch and checked her watch, which read 9:10. She realized with a start that she only had twenty minutes to get ready, and she dashed into her bedroom and frantically ruffled through her drawers until she pulled out a pair of fitted black leggings and a long-sleeved black top. She slipped them on and pulled her curly hair up into a black head wrap before checking her reflection in the mirror. Her dark skin and black clothes made her almost impossible to see in the dim light of the room, and she smiled to herself as she made her way into the living room. 
Maura pulled the card out of her coat pocket and set it on the coffee table, waiting for the clock to strike 9:30. As it did, the card flashed a glaringly bright green, as promised, and a small black circle appeared in the center. She hesitated only a second before pressing her thumb to the circle, and as she did, a hologram of the pink-haired stranger appeared, and it said,
"Go to the abandoned convenience store on your street corner. Pick the lock and go inside to the supply closet. Feel around for the knob on the back wall. There is a door here. Open the door and step through it. You will fall from a great height. When you land, place your thumb on the card again."
Maura was confused, but did as she was instructed. She slipped out the apartment door, locking it behind her, and ran as fast as she could down the street, keeping to the shadows. She pulled out a bobby pin and picked the lock of the dark, derelict corner building, and went straight to the supply closet. There was indeed a knob on the back wall, and she opened it and stepped through, bracing herself as she fell down, down, down, and landed on a soft surface in an empty room. She placed her finger on the card again and, before she could react, she felt a brief pain in her shoulder and everything went dark.
She woke up in a large circular room about half a minute later, surrounded by people in black uniforms who were all typing on large keyboards. As she quickly got to her feet, she realized that the walls were actually gigantic, curved screens, filled with notes and maps. She stood up a little straighter and tried to hide her surprise as the pink-haired stranger approached her. 
“Maura, so glad you could make it. Welcome to S.T.E.A.L.”
“Who are you? And what does S.T.E.A.L. stand for?”
“Call me One. Everyone does. S.T.E.A.L. stands for Students of Thievery for Equality And Legitimacy. We're an underground organization whose main purpose is to create equal balance in the world.”
"So...like Robin Hood?"
One laughed. 
"Exactly. Robin Hood founded S.T.E.A.L., actually. We're in need of new members, and we decided to recruit you for your...unique talents."
"Do you mean how I found a foolproof way to make it look like I was filing paperwork while I was actually doing other things?"
"Yes. You seem to be the kind of person who schemes for good, and we need someone like you. Do we have a deal?"
Maura, still taken aback by this, nodded and held out her hand. One shook it. 
"Then, welcome to S.T.E.A.L., Maura Brooklyn Fraser. We're proud to call you one of our own."
== Chapter 1 ==
Friday, June 5, 2021, 10:00 PM CDT
The watch that started everything looked just like any other. Slightly battered, with its polka-dot band and Minnie Mouse-shaped face, which encased a tiny, flickering digital clock, there was no way anyone could have been suspicious of it. When Zayna found it at the bottom of her backpack during end-of-school cleaning, she certainly hadn’t been. In fact, she had taken it to her room and set it on her desk, planning to take it apart. Now, she sat there, fiddling with one of the tiny screws that held the cover on. She finally managed to twist it out, and she pried the cover off.
As Zayna picked up the circuit board, something caught her eye. She slowly flipped it over and was surprised to see that the underside of it was a smooth silvery color, with none of the usual bumps or shiny bits on a normal circuit board. The only markings were a miniscule string of letters along the top. In the lamplight, Zayna could just barely make out the words, “Bad for Good”. She slowly ran her finger along them, wondering what they could mean, and as she did, they shimmered bright green. Zayna whirled around to find a tall, amused-looking woman with very thick, curly hair behind her. Intrigued, Zayna got up and tentatively approached her. The woman laughed.
“You do know I’m a hologram, right?”
Trying to hide her surprise, Zayna nodded.
“I figured, but why are you in my room? Does this have anything to do with that crazy circuit board?
The woman smiled.
“You’re just as smart as I thought you’d be. This has everything to do with that circuit board.”
Zayna didn’t quite know what to make of that.
“Okay...so, what does ‘Bad for Good’ mean?”
“Good place to start. It’s the motto of an organization. I’m part of it, and I hope you will be too.”
Zayna was growing more interested with every word, but she wondered why she was going to be a part of this ‘organization’.
“Why me?”
“Because, Zayna Imaan Siddiqi, you have certain...talents that we’re looking for.”
By now, Zayna wasn’t surprised that the hologram-woman knew her full name.
“What ‘talents’?”
“You’re smart, you’re good at sneaking around, you’re protective, and you’re crafty. We need you.”
“Well, what kind of organization would need those kinds of things?”
The woman smiled mysteriously. 
“You want to know? Go change into the darkest clothes you have. Take exactly 15 minutes to get completely prepared. When you’re ready. go into your little sister’s room and look behind the mirror. Bring the circuit board with you. If she doesn’t wake up while all of this is going on, you’ve passed your first test.”
Zayna was stunned.
“I guess my parents shouldn’t be woken up either?”
“Correct. This organization operates underground.”
Zayna didn’t hesitate before saying, “I’m in.”
The woman blinked away. Zayna checked her alarm clock, which read 10:05, and set to work. She found black leggings and a black long-sleeved shirt, and she carefully wrapped a black hijab around her head and hair. At exactly 10:20, she crept down the hall to her sister’s room. She very, very quietly opened the door, trying not to wake her sister as she tiptoed along the carpet and into the closet. Her little sister’s closet presented an extra challenge, because the door was always closed at night due to “monsters”, and it squeaked. She opened it as quickly and softly as possible, and slipped inside before closing it again.
She stopped in front of the mirror and tried to figure out the best way to lift it so she could see behind it. Her parents hadn’t bothered to move it, and it was too heavy for her sister to lift, so she assumed that none of them knew there was anything behind it. She slipped a hand behind it and flipped it forward, revealing a long drop a lot like a laundry chute. Zayna took a deep breath and stepped forward, plummeting down for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, she hit a soft surface, and looked around at the plain white room in which she had landed. She held up the circuit board, and realized that a small circle had appeared in the center of it. Instinctively, she pressed her finger to it. She felt a small prick of pain, and everything went black.