Title: Super Agent Thief
History: Serena is one of the youngest ever secret agents working for a branch of the U.S. government that only a select few people know about. The place where she works is called "ABOSI" (America's Bureau of Secret Intelligence), located in Albany, New York. On the outside it looks like a normal business building, but on the inside, it is a federal building full of agents, spies and many more people. What her fellow agents and co- workers don't know is that Serena leads a double life. Serena works for a very important and rich criminal mafia. She is their top thief\spy, also known as Angel, who is wanted in the United States, England, Japan, Russia, Germany and so many other countries, that no one could name them all. No one knows who she is though, for she is a master of disguise.
Summary: Serena has an exciting life. She is a secret agent for the U.S.A and she works for a mafia as a spy and agent for them as well. Serena receives a job from her boss from the mafia to steal something from a rich actor in England. But, the ABOSI finds out about "Angel's" next steal. So, they assign Serena to go undercover to capture "Angel" before the thief can go through with her plans. What's even worse is that the rich actor is doing a show called "Marry an Actor" and 25 ladies from America are trying to win the actor's heart to be married to him, so Serena is entered as one of those ladies. But when Serena meets the bachelor actor, she finds out it's actually Darien Shields, the very man who made her high school years a living hell. What's Serena going to do?
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon, or any other movies that might tie in with this story. (It's loosely based on Miss Congeniality and Entrapment.) I don't own those.
A\N: Just thought I would try a different type of story, so tell me if it's good or bad but no harsh flames. If this doesn't work, I will remove it.
Chapter 1: Angel
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The museum was closed at this hour. The lights were out and the security system was on. Two security policemen were sitting in a side room on the first floor, laughing and talking. The monitors flickered from scene to scene of the peaceful museum. The small portable TV was turned on and currently showed a group of models in bikinis.
The museum itself was pretty. It had nice fake trees and shrubs on the first floor. Everyone who worked there always had smiles on their faces. There were four floors in all. The bottom floor held the gift shop and entrance to the museum. The second floor held paintings. On the third floor were statues, sculptures and 3D pieces of art. The fourth floor was where the restrooms and café were.
The inside of the museum was silent, with the occasional beep of the security system. One of the guards reached over and grabbed a donut from the white carton in back him. His dark brown eyes scanned the monitors for any sign of a break in. Seeing nothing, he turned back to his partner and continued watching the show. He failed to see the shadow flicker by on the window on the second floor.
Outside and four floors up, a figure stood fiddling with a rope and her belt. Her long hair was tied up in a tight bun and she wore all black, fitting in as a shadow. Cursing a little, she angrily hit the metal clip against her belt. It clipped in.
The lady rolled her eyes and tugged on the rope that tied her to the pipe on the rooftop. It was secure so she lowered herself over the side. This side of the building faced the street, but no cars were driving down it, and the only people who could see her were the two security guards in the museum. But, they were too preoccupied with the models in bikinis.
She stopped outside the second floor and swung over to the third window from the right. She reached into her pocket and produced a glass cutter. It made a small sucking noise as she stuck it onto the glass. Quickly, she swung the cutter around in a circle and cut a circle just big enough for her to crawl through. She pulled the glass open like a window. It was firmly stuck to the glass cutter, which was stuck to the rest of the window, so it wouldn't fall.
Carefully, the thief crept through the small hole and jumped into the room. She unclipped herself from the belt and produced a small areosal sprayer. She shook the can and sprayed it in front of her. Tons of red laser lines criss-crossed all over at about a foot off the floor. The thief looked for her target. There were many paintings hanging on the walls and propped up in glass cases in the middle of the room.
There it was. It was a painting of a beautiful woman with long black hair and deep purple eyes. The thief laughed silently. It was a waste of her skills to steal a painting like that. It wasn't even worth more than a few grand! But, if that was what the boss wanted, she would steal it.
She stealthily tip-toed between the red laser lines. Touch one of those lines, and an alarm would go off and there would be one less thief out in world. Reaching the painting, the lady let out a huge breath of air. She pulling off her black gloves and placed them in her belt. Beneath her gloves, she had on plastic gloves.
"Where is it?" the lady whispered. She glanced up at the one video camera in the room. It took twenty minutes to scan the room from left to right. Regarding it, she figured she had about four minutes before she would be caught on tape.
She reached up and to the back of the painting. Slowly, she began to lift the painting up. She took her pink gum out of her mouth with her free hand and placed it behind the painting.
"One, two, three," the lady whispered again. She lifted the painting off and placed the gum on the metal button before it had a chance to released. She removed the painting from the frame and tucked the painting under her arm. She placed the frame back on the wall. Smirking, she took out a card and stuck it to the gum.
With a quick glance to the video camera, she wrapped the painting in soft wrappings and placed it on her back under a strap. In less than 30 seconds, the thief was outside the window, closing it with a smile. She tugged herself back up to the roof after putting her glass cutter back in her belt.
"Done in less than an hour," the thief smiled as she packed up her things. She left no clues of her appearance, with the exception of the gum and card. Laughing softly, she took off into the night.
Meanwhile, back in the security guards' office, the brown eyed guard leaned back as the credits came on from the show. He laughed and took a swig of his coke and turned back to the monitors. His eyes widened as he looked at the second floor, room three, monitor.
"Joe! Look here! Is that what I think I see?" the brown eyed guard cried and pointed to the screen. Joe frowned and looked at the screen. His eyes widened at the sight.
"Shit! Call the cops, Mark!" Joe shouted. He grabbed his gun from the counter and ran out the entrance of the office. "I'll catch that thief if he's still in here."
"Hurry!" Mark called. He picked up the cordless phone and dialed the number for the police. The phone rang once, then twice on the other end. Mark fidgeted anxious for the other line to be picked up. "Pick up the phone, dammit!"
"Hello, you have reached the police station. What is your emergency?" a husky feminine voice came through the phone. Mark glanced at the monitor and saw Joe running up the stairs to the second floor.
"Put Newman on the line, Jessica!" Mark snapped. He heard Jessica huff and then the line clicked.
"Hello?" a masculine voice said.
"John! The Allridge Museum has been robbed!" Mark shouted. "A painting is missing!"
"All right, I'll get four squad cars down there in a second. We'll be there in 15 minutes," John said. He hung up the phone as Mark did. Mark took off after Joe, towards the second floor.
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30 minutes later
"I can't believe she did this to us again!" John Newman cried from the second floor in the museum. Police were everywhere, taking pictures and looking for clues. He glared at the card sticking to the wall in the picture frame. It was a card that had a picture of a golden haired angel on it. "She has been getting away with this for too long!"
"So it is Angel that stole this painting?" a man stepped up from behind John. John furiously ran a hand through his dark brown hair. He had hastily pulled on his dark trench coat and probably looked a mess.
"Yes! It's her all right. She is the only one who leaves an angel tarot card as a calling card for her thieveries," John replied. He was very tired and agitated that Angel had slipped through his fingers yet again. "Seven years of trying to catch her! And where has that gotten us? Absolutely no where! Damn her!"
"We know that she came in through the window," the man said. He gestured to the cut glass. John nodded. "Nothing else is for certain though."
"At least we have something," John muttered. He glanced at his watch. "It's 4:00 am? Morgan, get me a coffee!"
A young intern with sandy blonde hair nodded and took off to the stairwell entrance. John turned back towards the scene of the crime. He walked past a few men and women to look at the window. A perfect circle was cut into it. He narrowed his eyes and looked out at the downtown buildings, standing silently around the museum.
"I think it's time to bring in the big guns," John whispered. He swiftly turned around and walked over to another room on the floor. No one was in this room. It had two benches in the center. A few small paintings were scattered around the walls. John sat down on one of the benches and whipped out his cell phone. He began punching in numbers and held it up to his ear. On the fourth ring, some one answered.
"Yeah?" came a voice on the other line.
"Dan, this is John Newman number 359364829," John said. He glanced over to the entrance to the room to make sure no one was listening in. "Connect me to Agent Smith number 8529472619. It's for a job."
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A\N: Does it sound good? Next chapter Serena will come in as herself. The plot will get better. It will be a Darien\Serena story too. So, please, please, please, please review! This will be a good story!
Next Chapter Preview:
----- Serena goes to work. -----
----- She receives two assignments in England. -----
History: Serena is one of the youngest ever secret agents working for a branch of the U.S. government that only a select few people know about. The place where she works is called "ABOSI" (America's Bureau of Secret Intelligence), located in Albany, New York. On the outside it looks like a normal business building, but on the inside, it is a federal building full of agents, spies and many more people. What her fellow agents and co- workers don't know is that Serena leads a double life. Serena works for a very important and rich criminal mafia. She is their top thief\spy, also known as Angel, who is wanted in the United States, England, Japan, Russia, Germany and so many other countries, that no one could name them all. No one knows who she is though, for she is a master of disguise.
Summary: Serena has an exciting life. She is a secret agent for the U.S.A and she works for a mafia as a spy and agent for them as well. Serena receives a job from her boss from the mafia to steal something from a rich actor in England. But, the ABOSI finds out about "Angel's" next steal. So, they assign Serena to go undercover to capture "Angel" before the thief can go through with her plans. What's even worse is that the rich actor is doing a show called "Marry an Actor" and 25 ladies from America are trying to win the actor's heart to be married to him, so Serena is entered as one of those ladies. But when Serena meets the bachelor actor, she finds out it's actually Darien Shields, the very man who made her high school years a living hell. What's Serena going to do?
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon, or any other movies that might tie in with this story. (It's loosely based on Miss Congeniality and Entrapment.) I don't own those.
A\N: Just thought I would try a different type of story, so tell me if it's good or bad but no harsh flames. If this doesn't work, I will remove it.
Chapter 1: Angel
-----+*+-----
The museum was closed at this hour. The lights were out and the security system was on. Two security policemen were sitting in a side room on the first floor, laughing and talking. The monitors flickered from scene to scene of the peaceful museum. The small portable TV was turned on and currently showed a group of models in bikinis.
The museum itself was pretty. It had nice fake trees and shrubs on the first floor. Everyone who worked there always had smiles on their faces. There were four floors in all. The bottom floor held the gift shop and entrance to the museum. The second floor held paintings. On the third floor were statues, sculptures and 3D pieces of art. The fourth floor was where the restrooms and café were.
The inside of the museum was silent, with the occasional beep of the security system. One of the guards reached over and grabbed a donut from the white carton in back him. His dark brown eyes scanned the monitors for any sign of a break in. Seeing nothing, he turned back to his partner and continued watching the show. He failed to see the shadow flicker by on the window on the second floor.
Outside and four floors up, a figure stood fiddling with a rope and her belt. Her long hair was tied up in a tight bun and she wore all black, fitting in as a shadow. Cursing a little, she angrily hit the metal clip against her belt. It clipped in.
The lady rolled her eyes and tugged on the rope that tied her to the pipe on the rooftop. It was secure so she lowered herself over the side. This side of the building faced the street, but no cars were driving down it, and the only people who could see her were the two security guards in the museum. But, they were too preoccupied with the models in bikinis.
She stopped outside the second floor and swung over to the third window from the right. She reached into her pocket and produced a glass cutter. It made a small sucking noise as she stuck it onto the glass. Quickly, she swung the cutter around in a circle and cut a circle just big enough for her to crawl through. She pulled the glass open like a window. It was firmly stuck to the glass cutter, which was stuck to the rest of the window, so it wouldn't fall.
Carefully, the thief crept through the small hole and jumped into the room. She unclipped herself from the belt and produced a small areosal sprayer. She shook the can and sprayed it in front of her. Tons of red laser lines criss-crossed all over at about a foot off the floor. The thief looked for her target. There were many paintings hanging on the walls and propped up in glass cases in the middle of the room.
There it was. It was a painting of a beautiful woman with long black hair and deep purple eyes. The thief laughed silently. It was a waste of her skills to steal a painting like that. It wasn't even worth more than a few grand! But, if that was what the boss wanted, she would steal it.
She stealthily tip-toed between the red laser lines. Touch one of those lines, and an alarm would go off and there would be one less thief out in world. Reaching the painting, the lady let out a huge breath of air. She pulling off her black gloves and placed them in her belt. Beneath her gloves, she had on plastic gloves.
"Where is it?" the lady whispered. She glanced up at the one video camera in the room. It took twenty minutes to scan the room from left to right. Regarding it, she figured she had about four minutes before she would be caught on tape.
She reached up and to the back of the painting. Slowly, she began to lift the painting up. She took her pink gum out of her mouth with her free hand and placed it behind the painting.
"One, two, three," the lady whispered again. She lifted the painting off and placed the gum on the metal button before it had a chance to released. She removed the painting from the frame and tucked the painting under her arm. She placed the frame back on the wall. Smirking, she took out a card and stuck it to the gum.
With a quick glance to the video camera, she wrapped the painting in soft wrappings and placed it on her back under a strap. In less than 30 seconds, the thief was outside the window, closing it with a smile. She tugged herself back up to the roof after putting her glass cutter back in her belt.
"Done in less than an hour," the thief smiled as she packed up her things. She left no clues of her appearance, with the exception of the gum and card. Laughing softly, she took off into the night.
Meanwhile, back in the security guards' office, the brown eyed guard leaned back as the credits came on from the show. He laughed and took a swig of his coke and turned back to the monitors. His eyes widened as he looked at the second floor, room three, monitor.
"Joe! Look here! Is that what I think I see?" the brown eyed guard cried and pointed to the screen. Joe frowned and looked at the screen. His eyes widened at the sight.
"Shit! Call the cops, Mark!" Joe shouted. He grabbed his gun from the counter and ran out the entrance of the office. "I'll catch that thief if he's still in here."
"Hurry!" Mark called. He picked up the cordless phone and dialed the number for the police. The phone rang once, then twice on the other end. Mark fidgeted anxious for the other line to be picked up. "Pick up the phone, dammit!"
"Hello, you have reached the police station. What is your emergency?" a husky feminine voice came through the phone. Mark glanced at the monitor and saw Joe running up the stairs to the second floor.
"Put Newman on the line, Jessica!" Mark snapped. He heard Jessica huff and then the line clicked.
"Hello?" a masculine voice said.
"John! The Allridge Museum has been robbed!" Mark shouted. "A painting is missing!"
"All right, I'll get four squad cars down there in a second. We'll be there in 15 minutes," John said. He hung up the phone as Mark did. Mark took off after Joe, towards the second floor.
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30 minutes later
"I can't believe she did this to us again!" John Newman cried from the second floor in the museum. Police were everywhere, taking pictures and looking for clues. He glared at the card sticking to the wall in the picture frame. It was a card that had a picture of a golden haired angel on it. "She has been getting away with this for too long!"
"So it is Angel that stole this painting?" a man stepped up from behind John. John furiously ran a hand through his dark brown hair. He had hastily pulled on his dark trench coat and probably looked a mess.
"Yes! It's her all right. She is the only one who leaves an angel tarot card as a calling card for her thieveries," John replied. He was very tired and agitated that Angel had slipped through his fingers yet again. "Seven years of trying to catch her! And where has that gotten us? Absolutely no where! Damn her!"
"We know that she came in through the window," the man said. He gestured to the cut glass. John nodded. "Nothing else is for certain though."
"At least we have something," John muttered. He glanced at his watch. "It's 4:00 am? Morgan, get me a coffee!"
A young intern with sandy blonde hair nodded and took off to the stairwell entrance. John turned back towards the scene of the crime. He walked past a few men and women to look at the window. A perfect circle was cut into it. He narrowed his eyes and looked out at the downtown buildings, standing silently around the museum.
"I think it's time to bring in the big guns," John whispered. He swiftly turned around and walked over to another room on the floor. No one was in this room. It had two benches in the center. A few small paintings were scattered around the walls. John sat down on one of the benches and whipped out his cell phone. He began punching in numbers and held it up to his ear. On the fourth ring, some one answered.
"Yeah?" came a voice on the other line.
"Dan, this is John Newman number 359364829," John said. He glanced over to the entrance to the room to make sure no one was listening in. "Connect me to Agent Smith number 8529472619. It's for a job."
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A\N: Does it sound good? Next chapter Serena will come in as herself. The plot will get better. It will be a Darien\Serena story too. So, please, please, please, please review! This will be a good story!
Next Chapter Preview:
----- Serena goes to work. -----
----- She receives two assignments in England. -----