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It was the first week in September, and 'Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters' was in full session. Latish in the day, after class had ended, the students were running about, relaxing in the early autumn sunshine. None of them noticed a man sat in a tree, just outside the grounds. He was observing everything, occasionally making notes. He continued to watch throughout the night, never moving from his position.

The next day found him meeting four girls in a Starbucks. All five of them were nursing different drinks as they sat at a quite corner table, a map of the mansion laid out in front of the solitary male. None of them dared put their drinks down, in fear of staining the map, as he began to mark arcs and lines all over the map, at seemingly random locations, drinking his large mug of coffee, occasionally he referred to his notes.

"Is this everything?" one girl asked, sipping a hot chocolate complete with whipped cream.

"For the grounds, yes." He replied.

Quickly the map was replaced with blueprints of the inside of the building. Again he marked a mixture of lines and arcs, before he claimed a blank piece of paper to draw a layout on, once more scattered with lines and arcs.

Then he went back and scribbled numbers by everything.

All five poured over the schematics,

"Not very well protected is it?" one asked, gulping some of her cappuccino.

"No, but the basement has enough for everything." Another pointed out, swallowing some of her tea.

"Well then, let's teach them why security is important." The guy smiled, finishing his coffee.

"I do hope they're ready for guests." The last girl remarked, before taking a mouthful of her orange juice. A quick grin flashed round the group.

That night all five were standing, out of camera shot, at the back of the grounds.

"Kinetic, we need you to get in quick, just in case we have an accident." One girl ordered.

"Okay, Whisper." Kinetic replied.

"Got your route memorised?" the guy asked.

"Yes, Orion." Kinetic sighed, slightly annoyed.

"Morrigan, Robin Hood style please." Whisper requested.

"Count on it." The girl identified as Morrigan smiled broadly.

"Your route is the trickiest," Whisper addressed the last member of the group, "So be careful."

"Hey, you know me… One step ahead of the game."

"Alright." This comment was accepted; "Everyone ready?" nods answered Whisper. "Be careful, there might be a few insomniacs up. I'll do what I can. Just watch out. See you all inside."

The group split up, each oddly garbed member going in a different direction.

The girl identified as Kinetic took a few steps away from the wall, entering a clearing. In the half light provided by the stars and a sliver of moon, her strange outfit could be seen more clearly. Silver heeled boots ran up to the top of her knees, with the black tight trousers tucked in, providing a sleek, slender bottom half. The top half of the outfit continued the slender image, the tight black and silver top was sleeveless, depicting a chunky, black 'K' the back of the 'K' ran down her right hand side, from top to bottom, following the curves of her body, stopping just above her hips, the top slant of the 'K' made a 'v' neck for the top, stopping just above the left shoulder; the bottom slant of the 'K' formed the bottom of the top, again stopping just above her hips; a wedge shaped gap lay between the bottom parts of the 'K', revealing a pale stomach; the gap between the two slanted parts was filled in with silver fabric; the motif was repeated on the back of the top. The lower half of her arms were covered, black fabric covered the palm of her hands to her wrists, with small slits to display the knuckles, silver fabric ran up her arms to just short of her elbows, where a ring of black fabric, about two inches thick ran around the top. The bottom of the top partially covered a wide white belt, decorated with small, sharp, slender obsidian daggers, held in place by a single black band for each knife. However the silver fabric did not shine, it was merely silver in colour.

Looking up at the roof of the mansion, Kinetic smiled confidently and secretively. She bent her legs slightly, before launching herself into the air. She landed lightly on the roof, freezing in place for a moment.

Nothing happened, not alarms or panic. Kinetic's smile increased in size. Gently she reached out her left arm to touch one particular roof tile, apparently no different to its neighbours. Only none of its neighbours caused the tiles in front of Kinetic to slide forward, leaving a hole, just large enough for her to slip in.

Dropping gently to the floor she waited for a while, before rising to close the hatch. Now for the next part of the plan.

Orion was the next to make his move. His long black coat swept along behind him, almost reaching the floor, a thin line of grey ran round the bottom of the coat, a few inches from the very edge. The coat was only held close to his body, by the sleeves and the grey belt, which he had wrapped around his waist, over his coat. The lapels of the black duster, and the inside of the coat, visible as it rippled in response to his every movement, were a fairly dark grey. Light grey trainers padded softly along the ground; dark blue faded jeans had been softened by wear, until they no longer rustled as he moved. A very light grey, v-necked t-shirt edged in black, was un-tucked; its motif was half hidden by the trench coat, but depicted the Orion constellation, picked out in bright yellow.

The broad belt, resting on his hips, had a wide, black buckle; either side of the buckle was a pair of obsidian shuriken, next round was a pair of obsidian daggers, with blades about half the length of his forearm, the hilts were bound in soft, black leather.

He quickly climbed the tree he had been earlier using for observations. Jumping down he quickly scurried from bush to bush. In each shrub he paused for a moment, watching something visible only to him. As he moved he would occasionally leap over something that only he could see.

Once he was close enough to his target he pounced. Diving through the window, he rolled to an upright kneeling posture. Glancing left and right he stood up and began to move to the door. In the half light of the room, his face and hair seemed to shift and change.

Morrigan leapt from tree to tree, as she crossed the grounds. Her outfit blended with the trees, so well that she might as well have been invisible. Brown soft leather high heeled boot covered her feet, running almost three quarters of the way up her lower leg, before having a turn over, revealing a lighter brown inside; the grey-brown pair of cotton trousers were tight, revealing every curve in her upper legs. Brown leather greaves covered both forearms, laced up with a leather thong very firmly. The most unusual thing about her dress was her top, or maybe it could technically be called a short tunic, stopping just below her groin, sleeveless and with a curved neck-line, it was a patchwork of different colours and fabrics, ranging from brown leather to blue corduroy and red cotton, the patches were large and each edge was marked by large stitches, running perpendicular to the line, in thick black cotton thread; a thin brown leather strap ran around her waist, attached to another one which ran over her left shoulder, a small silver metal buckle lay on her chest; the last part of the top was a tassel of thick green-blue wool hanging off the edge of the much thicker right shoulder strap.

Her movements were almost soundless, any noise created merged with the creaking of the tree branches in the wind.

Reaching the edge of the trees, she still had a good two hundred metres to cross, but with no cover. Smiling she climbed higher into the branches. She stopped when she was precariously balanced on the highest branch that could support her.

A bow materialised in her hands, the shaft, aimed towards a window, was almost invisible, made as it was of clear plastic. Letting go to the bow string, the arrow arced through the air, sticking above the window.

An almost imperceptible smile crossed her face, visible for only the briefest of seconds. Changing the grip on her bow, she placed it over a wire running between the tree and the arrow. The bow shrank, loosing most of the wood past her hands.

She pushed off her perch, rapidly descending to the window below, her legs folded up beneath her.

As she shot through the open window, she expertly rolled to a standing pose; her bow, now a sturdy stick, still clasped firmly in her left hand.

Almost haphazardly she released it, moving towards the door in the deserted bedroom. The stick dematerialized before it landed on the floor.

Whisper had made her way to a grill just outside the wall; squatting down beside it in the half-light her outfit was easy to pick out, black trainers peeked out of the bottom of blue jeans, two red bands ran round the left leg just below the knee, and another two ran round the upper part of her right leg; a brown belt with a double row of metal studs held the belt up. A thick strapped red cotton top had yellow edging around the neck; another also ran down the sides of the strap on her right side; the yellow edging encircled the bottom of the top; a motif in yellow was on the front of her top, it consisted of an upturned half-circle on the upper half of her top, bisected by a straight line, moving all the way down the top, at the end of each line was flared slightly, creating a roman effect, the symbol formed was the Greek letter 'Psi'. A purple off the shoulder top, with only quarter length sleeves, decorated with darker purple swirls, lay underneath the red top. Red fingerless gloves covered her hands; the gloves ran up to about three inches above her wrist.

Gently she began to pull on the grill; it easily opened, allowing her to slip in. Cautiously she closed the grill, the click echoing loudly to her ears.

Moving down the passageway, she went as quickly as she dared, while trying to minimize the sound of her trainers slapping on the floor.

Once at the spiral staircase, her movements slowed, becoming deliberate and carefully placed, as she climbed. One hand held the metal banister rail, while the other ran along the cold stone central pillar.

At the top, she paused, her eyes glazing over for a microsecond; before she opened the sliding door. Quickly she passed through the opening, closing it behind her rapidly.

Looking left and right she started towards the stairs, a definite smile on her lips.

The last, and as yet unnamed, member of the trope had approached the main entrance. Clambering up a tree and making her way onto the gate-post took only a short while.

Standing erect on the stone wall, a slightly breeze ruffled her costume: a pair of black trainers, and blue jeans covered her bottom half; with a darker blue loose t-shirt over the top, it was scattered with small gold stars, had sleeves extending to her elbows, a curved neck, and was fairly long, hanging unchecked to just below her hips; over her t-shirt was a green, long waistcoat, it was made of light cotton, lined with black cotton, it hung lower than the t-shirt, reaching to mid-thigh, the shoulders of the garment peaked out slightly, a black, five-pointed star covered the centre of her chest, where the two halves of the front met for a small part, extending from the top of the star to the bottom of it, the edges were curved, allowing the garment to flow and dance in the breeze as well as reacting to every single movement.

A small leap launched her into the air, landing lightly on the grass next to the gravel drive. Rising from the crouched position, she started towards the building. She moved in a series of dashes and pauses, seemingly relaxed.

Her lips were constantly moving, as if offering up a continuous silent prayer to some watching deity. The deity in question must have been listening, since despite her lack of care and discretion in her approach, no alarm sounded.

Once she had reached the manor walls, she paused, before slipping into the porch. The frond door was glanced at, but just as swiftly dismissed; not even trying the handle, she swarmed up the inside wall of the porch.

Reaching out, the window over the door was easy to pull open. It was the work of moment to slide in and drop lightly to the floor.

Now her movements changed style, instead of her previous pauses and dashes, she seemed to meander her way down the hall. Popping into the kitchen she snagged some food, after looking in the various cupboards and the fridge; before moving on.

Confidently she approached the lift doors; standing, waiting for the lift was another person. Moving next to the taller guy, she smiled at him, ignoring his face, she recognised him as Orion by his clothes.

Whisper walked up to them, nodding as she joined them in their wait. None of them spoke; words were not necessary at this point.

A ding disturbed the silence, as the doors opened, revealing Morrigan in the lift. The others stepped in to join her. The doors closed and Kinetic dropped through the hatch in the top of the lift.

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