A/N This is a gang of thieves, but not who'd you expect to be robbing the Smithsonian.
James, 5 foot, blue eyes, long curly black hair that falls into his eyes spreads the Smithsonian plans out on the makeshift table of cardboard boxes. "Rayven will be in the ventilation shafts of the bathrooms by the exhibit." I crack my ten year old knuckles, the Smithsonian was hosting a two week exhibit of the Mona Lisa. And my crew was going to steal it. No one would suspect the group of six ten year olds (Well James is eleven tomorrow) to steal the priceless painting right of their walls. "Basil E. Frankweiler will gain us access. From there on Jonas will loop the security feed and Ray will work her magic."
The next day, opening of the exhibit.
The room is filled with people craning their necks to get a look at the Mona Lisa, while I hang close to a group of school children whose teacher is giving them a long lecture over manners. I nudge a girl with curly blond hair,
"I love your bracelet!" I exclaim and we giggle, she loops her arm with mine. Strangers with compliments are almost as good as strangers with candy. "Do you want some skittles?" I ask pulling a bag out of my pocket (Backup never hurt anyone!)
"I'm Ally."
"Blue Bell." And as we chatter aimlessly I check the security, the camera positions, and the switching of the guards.
After the group leaves, Ally promising to call me later, I slip into the bathroom; locking the door behind me. Quickly checking the stalls I whip out my favorite blue screwdriver, flathead, and take off the ventilation grate. The closing calls goes over the intercom as my slender body slips into the vent, replacing the grate.
"The bird's in the nest." I whisper into my comms, "Great job Night. The guard switch is in five minutes twenty three seconds. Get the painting and get out." James commands and I smile, he was worried.
"Over and out Bat."
"Don't you dare-" I rip out my unit. The five minutes and twenty three seconds later I exit the vent, being succumbed by the darkness as I exit the bathroom, and slip to the exhibit. I had two minutes until the guards would be in place, just enough time I thought to myself as I set to work. I finally am able to slip the painting off its hook when I hear footsteps behind me, to light and precise to be a security guards, so I melt into the shadows; as a girl slips into the room. She gasps and whisper shouts into her unit, "Hale, it's gone." I slip out of my hiding place and make my way to the bathroom, but she catches me.
"You're just a kid!" She hisses, "So are you!" I point out. WE begin to argue but both of us seem to realize something. "The guard change!" We hiss together. "Follow me, I've got a ride out of here." Clunking footsteps from the hall ring in my ears and I take off after her, Mona Lisa tucked under my arm.