"This town isn't big enough for the two of us," Parker mumbles. Pacing up and down her room, she's trying to think of a plan.
This plan ends up taking two weeks... It started off as kidnapping, but that's slightly more illegal than stealing. After Parker kept on searching the area, low and behold the mystery girl never turned up. There was a robbery at the bank though, and when Parker confronted O'Riley about it, he explained that his fellow cops laughed in his face about his suspect idea. Nice.
"Yeah, I got it. In through the roof, air vents and then out the same way. Yes, I've got everything." Parker leans against her doorframe impatiently, dressed in all black. Archie is sending her on a job to a onetime, small charity auction at the local city hall... To steal as much merchandise as she can. It's a job unlike any other – one where she's in control of what to steal.
Air vent training started when she was about thirteen. and it seemed she was no stranger to tight spaces. So, Archie didn't hesitate to let her 'roam free' – so to speak – for this mission.
He finally moves out of the way of the door, and she goes bounding down the stairs. "See you later!" She calls, before the sound of the door crashing open and shut again echoed throughout the building.
The night is warm, whilst being accompanied by a cool breeze. Parker's hair is braided into two separate braids. She pops a bubblegum into her mouth, and begins to near the hall. Archie has already lectured her about not getting too far ahead of herself... "Think ahead, Parker. Plan and be careful, do not just rush in there like a kid in a candy shop, okay!" At the time she was temporarily distracted though, because her icecream was melting and she had to save it before it would tragically fall to the ground.
The city hall was in sight, and she can see the bright lights illuminate the pathway ahead. Making a turn for the darker alleyway that leads for the roof, she took this chance to double check her bag. Everything was ready. She was ready.
The climb to the roof was fine, and she lands on both feet at the top. There's a main air vent to climb inside next... Using her lock pick to – wait a minute, it's already unlocked. She frowns, but climbs in anyway. With her flashlight armed inbetween her teeth, Parker begins to climb down and inside the larger map of vents. She knows the way to the main holding room, and knows how to stop the security system. It's not a major event, quite secret in fact... Not too much security because of the charity who are holding the event.
She's almost there, when... "Oh, you have got to be kidding me." A sarcastic voice whispers.
"You!" Parker hisses, as the pair become face to face just a few metres away from each other.
Parker cannot let her mess up yet another mission, how on earth would she ever convince Archie she was good enough to go it alone? So, beginning to crawl after her, Parker must get the merchandise from this girl. "Oh, no you don't!" A sharp kick to the knuckles stuns Parker for a mere few seconds, and she grabs the leg that kicked.
"That's my stuff!" Parker fails to keep her grip any longer, and the leg, followed by the ankle slips out from between her fingers. Continuing the chase through the vents, soon both thieves have lost their sense of direction. Loud, jazz music can be heard from beneath them.
They've both stopped. Parker knows that going away from the loud sounds of the party bustle below is the safest option, but that means either turning back around and being the chasee, not the chaser. Or, go to the left... And, possibly leave with nothing. Before she can decide which fate to choose, or even consider, the clanging noises in front of her show that her opponent has chosen to go to the left. Following in pursuit, they begin to head forwards... Further, and further. Until – "shit!" Parker takes this as her cue to stop dead in her tracks, and her quick reflexes mean that she manages to grab the rucksack handle on the other girl's back, as she falls down a sudden drop in the air vent.
Having managed to balance her feet just barely along the edge, Parker is now fighting to snatch it away. "You can't take that!" "So, it's not yours." "It's not yours either!" "Well, finders keepers, losers –"
"NYPD, stop right there!"
"No, that's not how it go –" the feeling of her leg being grabbed means one thing and thing only. The phrase 'you're going down with me' has truly come to life, and Parker's enemy is literally about to drag her down with her.