(first time submitting – any mistakes, well, oops (all I can say))
She signaled her partner that hovered in the shadows casted by the nearby crates a few feet behind her to hurry up; their robotic pursuers had turned their backs on the two for a moment and she planned on using this to their advantage. Quietly, her partner finished disconnecting the restraints securing the fluxer to its crate and heaved the canister rather carelessly onto his shoulder. He nodded. She signaled again to the beam above them that ran the width of the warehouse. Both maneuvered onto it, immediately dashing across it for an adjacent window where they had rigged the alarm. She flipped through with flare, mostly just to lighten her spirits. The fact of the time they had wasted back there was relentless in her mind; it annoyingly changed many of the planned possibilities, added too many unknown. What if the fiddler they had used to disable the alarm had failed during that time and not only did she know but the normal police had been notified. Would they allow them to get caught liberating stuff from a warehouse, which really was not one, people would know if an inspector actually inspected the place, by the police to discredit them in the future? Wait, they probably would not have their system connected to the network. She turned to the device pasted to the vertical edge of the open panel, avoiding her partner who followed her lead of being a bit flamboyant and narrowly bumped her. A goofy smile was spread over his face. As she reached to remove it, she inspected the makeshift gadget and it seemed fine, blinking lights and the specifics. Quickly she pulled it from its setting and turnabout to face her friend. Now, they just had to get through the "deadman's" space that laid before them to the edge of the roof and finally to the safety of the shadows below. Muscles tensed to spring from the darkness that cast the hiding place.
"B! They're-coming! 12'clock, 45 d' up!" Skid pressed his friend.
"Then get the fl"-she didn't get to finish.
"Kids - now give that back to 'mommy,'" said a cloying voice. A feminine form crept from the shadows of a ledge from the side silhouetted by the full moon, eyes glowed eerily.
(To individual commenting about them stealing from their mom: it's not their mom. It will be explained)