Irene growled as she sat inside the bank. Stupid Sherlock. Thinks he knows everything. Ha! Compared to her, he knows nothing! Irene smiled to herself and jumped slightly when the lady called her. She stood up, brushed herself and walked over to the counter. "Hello, my name is Jackie Sande and I wish to open an account."
Wrrrinng! Weee oooo weeeooo! Wrrrinng! Weee oooo weeeooo!
Everyone in the bank freaked out. The siren went off in ear piercing screeches. Irene dodged in and out of the panic and slipped into a back room. She took her little device out of her pocket and fiddled with it. She had set off the alarm and now pinpointing the cause of the alarm in the south-western side of the bank, where she would be robbing the north-eastern side. Irene smiled. Easy as pie. She slipped on a black jumpsuit and climbed a stack of boxes, opening the vent door. She slipped in easily and popped the door back on. She closed her eyes for a second, visualising the layout of the vent system. She needed to get to the security room. She opened them and headed straight ahead. A couple of lefts and right and she looked down through a trap door.
Irene opened it carefully and straight to her left was a camera. It wasn't pointed to her and Irene easily fiddled with the wires, freezing it. No one was in the room. The camera in the vault weren't near the vents so she couldn't freeze them without being seen. Plus, they reset every five seconds. She dropped down and raced to a dashboard filled with keyboards. The wall was covered with screens. She tapped on the keyboard until the vault was on the monitors. She hacked into the server, typed in a code that she received from a source and entered it. On the screen popped up settings. A play/pause, fast forward, rewind and record buttons appeared. Irene smiled. She hit the record button, played it for five seconds and then typed in another code for it to replay on a loop. She retraced her steps, leaving no indication and shot back up the vent. Before she left, she unwired the camera and unfroze it.
The man sat outside the vault, swinging his umbrella and clicking open his pocket watch. Five minutes to go. He crossed his legs on the chair, waiting.
Irene snaked around the vents until she hit the vault. It didn't have a little window like the other rooms, but a bolted down door. Irene reached into her deep pocket and pulled out a little parcel. Inside were four little buttons. Jim gave them to her in case she needed to open something without taking down a building. She placed the little controlled bombs on the four corners and covered her eyes and ears.
Boom!
The muffled boom was heard and Irene smiled, easily lifting the door. A wooden board was underneath. Irene pulled out her laser and traced a square, pushing it when it was carved out. She popped her head in, scanning the vault. She smiled and jumped down, landing squarely on her feet. The vault's walls were covered in little drawers, with the wall on Irene's right containing a giant drawer. She walked up to it, noticing it was thumbprint locked. She rolled her eyes and breathed on the lock, the print turning up, unlocking the door. She smiled. Idiots, they should clean it more often. She opened the drawer and found several bags of money and precious gems. Also sitting in a corner was about twelve bars of gold. Irene's eyes sparkled. Suddenly she heard a noise and looked up at her entrance. The roof was covered in laser sensors. She groaned. When she passed through the roof it must have activated something, "Great, the main door it is." She knew she was going to get caught now. "Stupid security." She mumbled and pulled out the list from Jim.
"Two bars of gold, a sack of gems and the little box in the corner. 3"
-JM
Irene opened the slim backpack and took two bars of gold and one of the sacks but struggled to find the box Jim wanted. She used a chair that was in a corner and reached inside the drawer, smiling when she laid fingers on in. Pulling it out, Irene noticed it was fairly small, about the size of her hand. Shrugging and not really wanting to know, she popped it in her pack and closed the drawers, breathing the print again so it locked. She looked around the room and put the chair put to its original place. Irene scratched her head as she analyzed the door.
"Oh, crap." Irene sighed and tapped the door. It could only be opened on the outside, as no lock or keypad could be found. "Hang on." Irene noticed a small sheet of steel that was different from the surrounding steel. It had been cut out and replaced. She fingered the bolts that held it in placed. She smiled and pulled out an army knife, switching it to screwdriver and set to work. Irene had free the little square and ripped it away. Behind it was the inside of the door, filled with wires and pipes. She sighed, her patience wearing thin. The alarm went off ages ago, soon she would be caught. Pulling out the little device, Irene set off the alarm again, this time setting the source in the basement.
"That should give me about ten minutes." She agreed. Looking inside the door, Irene began touching the wire, tracing their origins to find the ones that were connected to the lock. She found the right ones and switched her knife to scissor mode. She cut a purple wire, followed by a grey one. The alarm was cut off. Now she needed it to unlock. Irene found the wires, all nine of them and noticed which ones connected to the nine buttons on the keypad. Irene quickly figured out, by wear 'n' tear and heat, which ones were used to most. She pulled on them, reacting as if someone was pressing them from the outside. Soon, a click was heard and the door slowly creaked. Irene quickly pulled her arm out and bolted on the screws. She pulled open the door and popped her head out, checking the hallway. No one. She slowly walked out, pulling the vault shut and turning a right. She had gone no more than five steps when she heard a voice.
"And where do you think you are going?"
Irene immediately stopped. She didn't dare turn around. The voice was male, calm and didn't sound like a security guard. It was too patient. Irene smiled. "Just going for a walk. Got lost on the way to the bathroom."
"Don't even try that." The voice responded. "Don't lie, I know what you just did."
"Then why did you ask me?" Irene grinned to herself. She knew she was insane for being cheeky.
"Just making conversation." The voice said, then making a tiny blowing sound, like he was brushing something off.
"Wrong time for that, don't you think?" Irene laughed and titled her head. The voice laughed as well.
"Tell you what. How about we finish this conversation later? Maybe in front of a judge and jury?" Irene breathed in and turned around, facing the stranger.
It was a properly dressed man with a black umbrella. He stood a few steps away from the end on the hallway and smiled. He looked like someone, but Irene couldn't put her finger on it. He looked around in his 40s and had a faint sense of menace about him. Irene didn't back down. "We both know that isn't going to happen."
He threw back his head and laughed, its echo bouncing off the walls. "Oh, true. We can try though." Irene's eyes sparkled.
"Sir, you are one sadly misinformed man."
"And you Miss, are one sadly misinformed woman." He retorted. "How did you get in?" Irene shrugged.
"You don't make it very hard."
"Ah, so for a thrill is it?" The man smiled. Irene frowned slightly. "How interesting."
"Many things are interesting. Like the fact that I am going to leave this bank free." Irene's fierce eyes bore into the man's. His gaze matched hers.
"My dear, why would you think that?"
"This." Irene held up her small device used to trigger alarms. "Boom." It was all she needed to say. The man frowned.
"Fine. You play the game well. However, do not think for a second that I won't be watching you."
"Even in the bathroom?" Irene titled her head. The man instantly shot back.
"Especially in the bathroom." It took him a second to realize what he said. His cheeks went slightly pink. Irene smiled.
"How naughty. Such a shame we are enemies. Au revoir!" Irene blew a kiss and turned around, walking down the hallway. While she did, she swung around the little device, her threat still clearly present.