Allison pulled infront of the building, just as the three criminals were making their way out.

Parker had a brace and cane in hand with burns painted on her cheeks.

The three were in business suits and roleplayed very well, but when they cleared the guard's line of vision, they dropped it and ran for the car.

Parker tossed the cane to Hardison.

Eliot jumped in the front seat, while Parker and Hardison took the back seats.

Allison took off. "Well done, you almost had me fooled." Allison remarked.

"That's the point. " Parker said, smiling.

Allison grinned.

They stood in the park, nervously waiting as Hardison tapped keys on his little laptop.

"Come on, come on, it's only taking all night. " Nate growled.

Allison rolled her eyes and handed him the cup of hot chocolate she was holding.

He took a huge glug of it, then handed it back.

"I got a couple wi-fi networks with some crappy bandwidth." Hardison said.

They all practically held their breaths as Hardison clicked a few more buttons.

"There you go. The designs are sent."

They all let out a sigh of relief.

"Alright, alright, the money will be in your accounts later today. " Nate said.

"Anyone else noticed how hard we rocked last night?" Hardison asked.

Allison grinned at him.

"Yea, well, one show only, no encores." Eliot said stiffly.

"I already forgot your names. " Parker lied.

Allison smiled slightly at how silly they were acting.

"It was cool though, being on the same side for once." Hardison added.

"No, we are not on the same side. We're not theives. " Nate insisted motioning to both him and Allison.

"Speak for yourself." Allison muttered, quietly.

Eliot gave her a strange look.

"Oh, come on Nathan, tell the truth. Didn't you enjoy being the black king for once, instead of the white knight? " Parker asked.

He didn't answer.

The group dispersed very quickly after that.

Allison and Nate walked towards the car.

"So did you?" Allison asked.

"Did I what? " Nate asked, climbing in the front seat.

Allison slid into the passenger side. "Enjoy being the black king? " She asked.

"A little, but it's over now." He said, a dark look crossed his eyes and his lips pulled into a deep frown.

Allison sighed and looked out the window.

Allison sat watching tv later that day, with a sketch book in hand.

Her uncle had passed out after the third bottle of hard liqour, and was now sleeping peacefully in lala land.

She heard his phone ring. She waited for him to wake up and answer it, when he didnt, she shut off the tv and walked into his room.

He was still fully dressed, he hadn't even taken off his shoes, and he was snoring loudly.

Allison retrieved his phone, accidently disrupting the bottles of whiskey on his nightstand. Although they fell, none broke.

Nate didn't even stir.

"Hello. " She said.

"Who is this!?" An angry voice demanded.

"This is Allison ford." Allison said.

"Where's your uncle!? " The voice commanded.

"He's passed out." Allison said quietly. A frown blanketing her face.

"Well, when he wakes up, politely tell him that he screwed me!"

It hit her who this must be. "Screwed you, Mr. Dubenich? " She asked.

"I never got the designs!" He insisted.

"But, I saw them go out myself." Allison insisted.

"Look, I dont know what you saw, but I never recieved anything!" Dubenich practically screamed. He was beyond hysterical.

"Look, Uncle Nate told you not to trust them." Allison said.

"I dont care! it's not my job to trust people! that was you and your uncle's jobs! that's what I hired you for! I'm freezing all the payments! freezing them!" He shouted.

"Look, I'll come over there and we'll talk this out." Allison said.

"No, no! dont come here! my company has an abandoned airline facillity outside of the city. Wake your uncle and be there in one hour!" Dubenich hung up.

Allison groaned then looked at her uncle. A text came up, she looked back at the drunk man and shook her head, deciding to let him sleep. She put the phone back on the nightstand and walked out, writting a quick note and popping out. She decided against using her uncle's car, in case the license plate was recognized. She called a cab and gave the driver the address dubenich gave her, not knowing exactly what she was getting herself into.

Allison walked into the warehouse cautiously.

"You mind telling me what happened to the designs?!" Hardison angry voice rang out loudly.

"What makes you think I know what happened to them, stupid? " The unmistakable, irritated twang of Eliot's voice asked.

"Look, forget you man, you did it when we came down in the elevator."

Allison walked out and cocked an eyebrow.

They didn't even notice her standing there.

Hardison had a gun pointing at the other man's chest.

Eliot seemed strangely calm. "Yeah, that makes sense." Eliot said sarcastically. "You had the files every second." He accused.

"Look here kujo, I did what I was s'ppose to." Hardison insisted.

"You better get that gun out of my face..." Eliot began.

"What did you do!" Hardison commanded.

"... Before I make you eat it." Eliot finished with a growl for good measures.

"You know for thieves, you're not very vigilent." Allison said smirking.

They jerked in surprise.

"I could of had a gun and shot you both, and you would of never known I was here." Allison said, walking closer.

Hardison pointed the gun at her briefly, before returning it to Eliot's chest. Obviously deciding the man was more of a threat than Allison was.

"Where's your uncle?" Eliot demanded.

"Drunk and unconcious." Allison said.

"Did you two do it? Y'know you're the only two to ever play both sides." Eliot said.

Hardison pointed the gun at Allison. "He's right. Did you do it? I knew something was funny when you said 'speak for yourself' back there at the park." Hardison asked angerly.

Allison rolled her eyes.

He walked forward. "Well? did ya?" Hardison said.

The gun was now pressed up against Allison's chest.

With speed that could only come with practice, Allison grabbed her pepper spray and spritzed a tiny ammount into the man's eyes.

Even a little bit, made Hardison howl and fall to the floor.

Allison grabbed the gun from off the floor and moved it in Eliot directions. "You armed? " She asked him.

"I dont like guns." Eliot said rolling his eyes at Hardison.

"Good." Allison said. She reached into her pocket and grabbed a water bottle, which she handed to Hardison.

He used it to rinse the painful spray from his eyes.

Eliot looked back at her, then, glanced over her shoulder.

Allison heard the clicking of a gun behind her and turned now pointing the loaded gun at Parker.

"See, now, you bark at us for not hearing you and you didn't even notice her till she was right up behind you. And what's with pepper spraying me in the eyes?!" Hardison complained, getting up off the floor.

"My money's not in my account, that makes me cry inside my special, angry place. " Parker said, coming around in front of Allison.

"What I'm wondering is, where did you learn to handle a gun?" Hardison asked.

"Perks of having an overprotected uncle. He made me get my permit as soon as I could, and as for the pepper spray, I apologize, but I dont like guns pointed at my chest." Allison said.

Parker grinned. "It was pretty cool, you have to admit."

"Maybe if I wasn't the one getting maced." Hardison said.

"How about we get back to business. Who stole the designs?" Eliot asked, cracking his knuckles.

The warehouse errupted with accuasations.

Allison sighed, and discharged several rounds into the ceiling.

Everyone looked at her with wide eyes.

Parker had a huge grin.

"Now, did you come to get paid?" Allison asked.

"Hell no, transfer of the funds, global economy." Hardison said.

"This was suppose to be a walk away job. I'm never suppose to see you again." Eliot said.

But Allison was deep in thought.

Hardison made a move for the gun.

She glared at him, her brown eyes glinted dangerously. "I will not hesitate to mace you again. " She snarled.

Hardison gulped.

Allison looked at the three of them and the around at the building, realization striking her. She began to chuckle. "He's clever. " She said, looking back at them.

"Who?" Eliot asked, wrinkling his nose.

"You're all here because you didn't get paid. And you're pissed." Allison said with a sadistic laugh. "He's clever, because he knew the only way to get us all here at that same time and the same place, is to tell us. We're. Not. Getting. Paid..." Allison said, her face turning dark.

They glanced at each other. All of them slowly coming to the same conclusion Allison had.

There was a bomb in the warehouse.

"I'm outta here!" Eliot shouted, taking off.

"Me too! " Parker yelped, doing the same.

"I'll come to!" Hardison hollered, following them.

Allison quickly ditched the gun and sped off after them. She reached the door first and ushered everyone out.

Hardison tripped, but Eliot dragged him to his feet.

Allison went to leave, but turned around to see a huge ball of fire rushing at her.

The building exploded, throwing the five in different directions.

The last thing Allison saw, was the warehouse going up in smoke.