A young woman was standing in an alley, watching the street silently. She seemed perfectly normal -wearing a ratty t-shirt, torn jeans, and scuffed shoes-except that her face was covered by a wooden mask, shaped like a cat's face with her hair covered by a red cloth. A hood covered her hair as well. The only thing giving her gender away was the vague figure visible through her baggy shirt. In her hands, she held a gun.
With a shake of her head, she opened the door in the alley wall beside her. An alarm sounded in the building as she strode in confidently. "Please excuse the intrusion," she told the people in front of her, her voice sounding mechanical, garbled by a device. Two men stood behind the counter with her, and a woman was browsing the jewelry selection.
"You," she gestured to the man closest to her. "Please, turn off the alarm. And you," she tossed a sack to the other man. "Kindly fill this." The alarm was cut off quickly and the one who had shut it off helped his coworker to fill the sack.
She looked at the woman and said, "I'm sorry for inconveniencing you. You may leave." The woman, obviously pregnant, nodded and waddled out in terror. The woman gone, the villain turned to the men. "I'm dreadfully sorry." She accepted the full sack. "But, this is of utmost importance." She bowed perfectly, turned and left. The only proof that she had been in the jewelry store was the empty display cases, the terrified men, and the printed apology on the floor beside the door. Redcat's signature.
The villain, hauling the heavy sack, gracefully leapt up the walls to the roof. She continued her journey, leaping from roof to roof. Occasionally, she paused to make sure no one was following her.
The woman continued across town, not stopping until she stood on an abandoned-looking warehouse. She slid down the wall and stood outside the open doors. "I've got the shipment." She called from the doorway.
"Come in. Come in. My bodyguards know better this time." A slick, disgusting voice replied.
"Giran, I'm not coming in, so you show your stupid face. If you don't I can knock the rest of your teeth out." She growled. "I know you just loved losing that one."
Chuckling, a man stepped from the shadows. His messy gray hair shadowed his face, covering the glasses perched on his nose. Hanging from his lips was a lit cigarette, already half-gone. Around his neck was a gold chain, half hidden by a white button-up. On top of that, he wore a loose purple suit jacket, purple dress pants, and perfect black dress shoes. "I see that you do indeed have the shipment. Your payment is here."
"Have one of your little pets bring it here," snarled the woman. "Then you'll get this stupid shipment."
"I see you're just as happy as always." The disgusting man laughed again. "Go ahead and slide her the briefcase." Another, much more intimidating man, stepped from the shadows behind Giran. He slid the black briefcase he held across the floor to her.
Kneeling, she opened it. After examining the contents in the case, she dumped its contents into the sack. The jewels went into the briefcase. "Here you go." She tossed the case back. "You can keep the tracking device." With that, she dashed away.
The woman stopped a few streets down, chuckling. That exchange had been simple for once. She got her money, he got his shipment, and both of them went their separate ways. She was uninjured, so that was a plus.
The woman ducked into an alley. She walked a complex maze before pulling her mask off to reveal a delicate face, short bright blue hair, and startlingly bright gold eyes.
The woman walked out onto the street and into a pub. "Hey, T! I'm here!" she yelled into the kitchen as she passed it.
"You're early." A man replied softly as he followed her. "How is Matt?"
"He's great. He's happy," she replied. They stepped into a break room. The woman began putting her stuff away, including the sack.
"That's good. He's getting good grades still?" The man, a very tall guy, sat and looked at her, gray eyes glittering above his thin mouth.
"Yeah, obviously." Her voice dropped as she told him the last part. "I'm so proud of him, I could die."
"Well, I'd rather not lose you to death." The tall man patted her head. "Now get changed and get to work, you're here for a reason!"
Nodding, she grabbed some clothes out of the small locker she had been putting things in and headed for the bathroom. When she emerged, she was wearing a neat white button-up, a black vest, black pants, and a pair of black shoes. She was tying her hair back as she left the room.
Casually, she jumped over the full bar. "I'm here to help, G!" The man she addressed nodded, his wispy green hair trailing. A faint smile graced his green, barely-there face. He looked like a pillar of man-shaped fire that gave off no more heat than a normal human would.
"Oi! Hurry up, L!" A man yelled over the din of people and handed her a paper. "I got a customer who's important!"
"Got that, S!" she replied, already serving up the order written on the page. S was the head waiter, G was the head bartender, M was the head chef, T was the owner, and L was the one who did everything. Tonight she was a bartender.
A/N: Hi! I'm, here with a BNHA story! I hope you guys like it! Please leave a review if you enjoyed it. The update schedule for this fic... is undecided, but I've basically got it all written, so you'll get lots of updates!