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Set in the Ultimate Spider-Man universe which means this story could happen after Taste of Venom or before. That's comic book continuity for you.
Black Cat
New York at night. It was a sight to see but she wasn't interested in the twinkling lights of towers. She was focused on something very important. Her goal for the night.
With every tool at her fingertips, she had no problem getting inside the Lower Manhattan office building. The place she was looking for was very non-decrypt was it not for the sign located next to the door: Eckleberg & Associates.
For anyone passing by this may seem like a law office. But for her this office held the prize she had been looking at for a long time. Eckleberg & Associates was just one of the many businesses that partook in one kind of item: Diamonds.
The hall was quiet as she moved with cat-like reflexes. She wore special shoes as to not leave imprints in the carpet. And even if they did, the cops would discover the shoeprints belongs to well over five million types of shoes.
She produced a small leather case which contained her lock picking tools. While her clothes were practically skin tight. There were hidden pockets sewn into it as a way to store her gear.
Inside the leather case were various pieces of metal that were curved and twisted. While there more modern ways of lock picking. The old methods were the best in situations such as these.
The office had the usual security installed. Alarms, hidden cameras, motion detectors everything that a place dealing with a product such as diamonds would have. They would stop anyone else coming and trying to steal their inventory. But not her.
After a few seconds the locks clicked and the door opened. It revealed a small compartment where there was another door that had a keypad instead of a knob. A customer would have to be "Buzzed" in before opening the door. Otherwise, you had to know the code.
She smiled as she put away her tools and then produced a more modern piece of equipment. It was an electronic "reader". It was able to go through millions of combinations and produce the right combination in seconds. She attached it to the keypad and waited for the right number to come up. In less than four seconds it came. She gently pressed each button and then saw the lights turn green. She gently twisted the knob and went inside the office.
This part was probably the easiest as she walked through the offices and went straight for what she wanted. The vault that contained the office's diamonds. It was located at the end of a long hall and the massive steel door indicated that not just anybody could come in. The vault door required a simple combination to open it. Apparently the place had skimped on that part of its security. But rather then putting a stethoscope to it and listening for the tumblers click into place. She already knew the combination and few simple twists of the black know allowed her to pull back the heavy steel door and allowed to view her prize.
There it was, sitting inside its black velvet-lined box and even in the poor light they sparkled. Just like the towers standing outside the windows of the corner offices.
She wouldn't allow emotion to come when she did these things. Getting caught wasn't an option and even so. Her name would certainly cover the incident up as well as her money.
While there were no lasers or motion detectors that cris-crossed the vault floor. She still had a desire to use her skills. Otherwise all those years of training would go to waste otherwise.
She stood at the foot of the vault and then did several backwards somersaults. There was no need to hurry up. The owners were out and no one was going to show up at this time of night.
She landed feet first in front of the box. She produced a small bag and emptied the diamonds into it. The bag then went inside of the many hidden pockets of the costume. It was time to go back the way she came. Closing the vault door, then going through the office and closed both doors behind her. There was one last part of the plan. Getting out of the building. But that too was also planned.
She moved several feet down the hall where there was a hole in the ceiling. All it took was a simple gymnastics move and she got herself into the ventilation shaft. She carefully then put the grate back into place and making sure it was secured. She then moved carefully through the ventilation retracing her steps back to once she came. It took her less than three minutes when she came onto the roof. Where she came in contact with the cool night air and the sounds of police sirens and traffic. The image of the city was breathtaking and it felt good to take it in. After she relaxed for a second she went back to business. She moved carefully to the ledge of the building and looked out into the city. She took a breath, mumbled a few words and then jumped.
She fell several feet a second but she was also used to this. She pulled out a grappling hook and then just like in the movies she aimed and fired. The hook went flying and grabbed onto a piece of a building nearby. The sudden change in direction slammed her insides against her body. The feeling was exhilarating and there was nothing that could replace. Not a drug, not a car, not all the money in the world could replace the feeling she experienced as she sailed though the air and disappeared into the night.
A few days later David Eckleberg came into the office after a business trip to London . Everything appeared normal as he said hello to the receptionist. He was going inside to deposit some product he had received in London. After going through the usual security measures. He went inside and put away the new merchandise. It was only when he looked over at the small black box that he discovered that the diamonds have been taken. He had been robbed and no one even knew about it.
To Be Continued