A/N: Alright well here it is, the heist! I feel kinda bad because it seems like I've been building up to this for a while and it just seemed a little anticlimactic to me. On the other hand it was never supposed to be this huge affair either, but part of a bigger plan.

That being said I'm sorry for taking so long to get this done, school has been kicking my ass and I haven't really had the time or energy to write. In fact, it's thanks to your kind reviews that I got the motivation to sit down and write this. So thank you, and I hope you enjoy this latest chapter!

In the past few months Weiss had: infiltrated a high class function; robbed one of the wealthiest men in America; been shot at; faked her own death; helped stitch up a bullet wound with some peroxide and a wash cloth; nearly been shot at again; and been followed by and lost a group of gangsters following some slight her passenger had made against their boss.

But for some reason, none of those things had made her feel anything like she did now. As she walked down the maintenance tunnel her heart was thumping so hard that she was sure it could be seen on the security cameras she passed. Adrenaline was pumping through her system filling her with nervous energy as she focused her gaze ahead, determined not to look around or check over her shoulder.

Remember the biggest thing that gets people caught is suspicious behaviour. Act like you're supposed to be there and you'll become invisible. Red's voice chimed in her mind. She fiddled with the earphones she was wearing, a discreet direct line to her friend should she need any help. Though she wasn't sure she would be able to hear her partner in crime over the thumping in her ear.

She looked up as her objective came in view and allowed herself a quick glance around to make sure she was alone as she reached into the custodian's bucket and pulled out the long metal string.

In the span of a few months she had nearly died more than once and had died, as far as the rest of the world was concerned, but she had never been more afraid than when she swiped the ID card Red had forged for her and found the elevator to the maintenance tunnel occupied.

Throughout her life she had told more lies than she could count-granted most of them were to herself-but none of them felt as important as when the somewhat portly man in grease-stained coveralls greeted her jovially and tried to make conversation with her and she had to fake a heavy Polish accent and pretend she could barely understand him.

She felt the sweat bead down her spine and was worried that she would end up giving herself away when Red's voice chimed soothingly through her earpiece.

"Don't worry about Stan. He's gonna get off a floor above you to deal with an electrical problem that may or may not end up corrupting the camera feeds for the next hour and a half."

Weiss relaxed slightly upon hearing this, and when Stan exited the elevator with a wave and a friendly smile she returned it before heaving a great sigh of relief once the doors had shut.

And now she was standing in front the transparent tube, wrapping the wire around her hands a couple times before placing it around the cylinder and sawing her hands back and forth as quick as she could. And as she finished cutting through it and reached into the bucket once more to pull out the container hidden within, she realised she was excited.

She popped the cylinder into the tube and watched it fly up with a whoosh before realigning the tube. She grinned to herself as she walked swiftly down the hall to the docking exit. She ducked around a corner and stripped herself of her coveralls, making sure to rip off the nametag and pocket it, and as she strolled out onto the street toward where their car was waiting, she realised part of why someone as intelligent as Red, who could do literally anything with her life if she wanted, chose this specific criminal profession.

She had gotten in and out, done her part, experienced the biggest adrenaline rush of her life, and now the giddiness of seeing it through coupled with knowledge that no one had gotten hurt was bringing a big grin to her face. But on top of all that there was one reason she could see the appeal of doing this for a living:

It was fun.

*(OoO)*

"Alright, everything's done on my end. You're up."

"You say that like I'm the one who hasn't done this before." Ruby mumbled to herself as she approached the clerk's desk and adopted her most charming smile. "Hi, I'm Sameen!" She said, "It's my first day here."

She watched as the clerk lifted her eyes form her computer, noticing how her eyes lingered on her skirt and the opening in her blouse before reaching her eyes.

"I wasn't aware we were getting any new employees today," she said skeptically.

"I spoke to Felix in HR, and he told me to come here to get my ID." Ruby responded. She stood up a little straighter while adopting the smallest of frowns, using her body language to say she was nervous but knew she was supposed to be there.

"Let me go check," The clerk said, as she stood up from her seat and walked over to a small box on one of the tables behind her. "Sorry about that." She said as she returned holding a package labeled Sameen Groves on the front.

"That's fine," Ruby said. She followed the woman to the door sitting behind a group of desks, pulled out the ID card and pressed it against the electronic lock. A red light flashed and the lock beeped loudly. "I'm not fired already, am I?" She asked with a chuckle.

The clerk laughed and shook her head, "No, it's probably just first day glitches." She reached down and pressed her own ID to the lock. A moment later the light flashed green and Ruby heard the locking mechanism shift.

"Thanks. Oh," She smiled as she stepped closer to the other woman and reached up to brush off an imaginary piece of lint. "You've got a little something…" The woman's breath hitched slightly and Ruby smirked while her other hand discretely unclipped the clerk's ID badge. She smiled and told the woman to have a nice day before looking ahead and making her way toward the back of the room. She reached the door at the back without issue and swiped the clerk's ID badge before opening it.

She now found herself in a narrow hallway that branched at the end. She smiled to herself as she made her way to the end of the hallway and turned left, her smile grew as she was greeted with a barred door standing between her and several thousand dollars. It was hard to contain her excitement as she approached the door, swiped the clerk's ID once more and entered the four-digit code. When she heard the door unlock and swing open her grin grew so much it started to hurt slightly.

She stepped in, opened her briefcase and placed it on the nearest table before approaching the shelfs at the back of the room. She whistled to herself as she ran her fingers through each stack of hundreds, separating out the ones that contained dye packs, before placing them neatly in her briefcase.

"Are you whistling?" Weiss asked incredulously through her ear piece.

"Yup,"

"Alright then,"

Ruby smirked and placed the last of the stacks in her briefcase. She snapped it shut, walked out of the vault, making sure to close the door behind her, and proceeded to double back the way she came. She sneakily placed the stolen ID badge behind the clerk's computer, and smiled to herself as she walked out the front door and down the street toward the silver Toyota.

She checked her watch-9:34-and smiled. After months of things not going according to plan and generally sucking, it felt good to finally do something right. No one shot at them, there wasn't any yelling or fighting with her team mates, nobody was stealing her money from under her nose. She had walked in, taken the money and walked out.

And to top it all off, She thought to herself as she opened the driver's side door. I beat my record!