The Passion of Crime
By: OniiStar
Chapter 2

Author's Notes: Woah! Look at all the reviews I got for the first chapter. I'm so happy! Well, here is the new chapter for my loyal fans! R/R

Disclaimer: The usual disclaimer applies.


~********~
The next day the girls went shopping for new supplies, and a new vehicle. They pulled into the garage of an old, run-down warehouse, and the garage door slowly closed, the wheels squeaking with loud protest. They opened the van door, and they stepped out, holding two black leather briefcases. A young man in his late 20s stepped out of a small office room, and greeted them with a smile. "Back so soon?" he asked jokingly.

"You ripped us off," Phoenix said, pulling out a dangerously sharp dagger from her coat. The young man gulped and said, "Yeah, well. It was all I had." "Yeah right. Who are you really?" Demon asked, from behind her clown mask. It had a tear drop painted under the upside down 'U' shaped eyes. And the lips were red, and in a sad smile, as in the tragedy mask. "I'm Nickolas, I told you," the young man said, sweating nervously. Demon smirked, then laughed, "We're joking man. Sheesh, loosen up." Nickolas looked as if he was about to die right there, but he laughed along with them, very nervous.

Phoenix put her dagger away, and smiled behind her mask, "Anyways, we need a new vehicle for our work. And, some new artillery(sp?), not to mention a new get-away motorcycle for each of us." "Going altogether this time, girls?" an older man said, stepping out from the shadows. Death nodded, and each of their had a smile on their face. They would trust this guy with their lives, which is basically what they did when they asked for anything.

"So, Vaun, what rides do you have for us now?" Demon asked. "I was saving this one for you guys," said the older man, Vaun, grinning. He gestured for his assistant to pull off the plastic cover off a vehicle, and Nickolas did so. Under the cover was a brand new silver Monte Carlo, glittering in all its fantastic glory. Death placed her briefcase on the ground, and pulled off her right glove as she approached the car. She ran her hand along its front, and smirked behind her mask, as she saw the new gadgets added in. She opened the door, and sat in the driver seat, gesturing for the other two to come check it out. Phoenix, who was the usual driver, nodded in approval as she saw many digital screens appear on the place where the radio went.

"This is a tight little thing you got here Vaun," Demon complimented. Death got out of the vehicle, and the radio immediately appeared, but disappeared as soon as Phoenix sat down. "And, it knows its mommies, too," Phoenix said with amusement in her voice. "How much?" Demon asked. "For you, I ask for only 200,000," Vaun said. "Not a chance. No higher than 125,000," Demon responded. "130 and I'll toss in the three motorcycles, along with a new laptop for your computer pal," Vaun negotiated. Demon thought for a moment, then seeing the slight nod of her partners, rested the briefcases on the Monte Carlo. She opened the latches, and neatly stacked 100s were shown, "Here, 140 even. We need 15 mini explosives, 10 mimeras (AN: Mini cameras), and the usual guns with ammo," Demon said.

"Nickolas, get their stuff," Vaun ordered his assistant. Nickolas pulled the plastic covers off of three motorcycles, each black with their own different color flames on the sides. The flame colors were red, silver, and gold, which were the Dark Angels three colors telling everyone that they had made the hit. Nickolas went to the back, and moments later came out, rolling a cart with a few briefcases on it towards them.

After checking their purchases, they loaded the motorcycles in the back of the black van, and Death followed them in the Monte Carlo.

*~~~* Winner Corporation *~~~*
"Miss Tenshi, I'm going for a lunch break," a male teen, with platinum blond hair, said. He was being accoumpanied by two men, one with a long braid up to his hips, and another with unruly dark brown hair. "I'll keep an eye on the building then sir," Miss Tenshi replied in a sweet voice. "You enjoy yourself now," she said, as he left. She quickly walked to the large window in his office, and peeked outside to make sure they got in the car and left.

Pulling out a small palm-sized screen, she looked at all the halls using the mimeras to make sure it wasn't a trick. Quickly, she removed her blue wig, and her raven hair fell down to her shoulders, and she quickly stripped out of the grey dress. She was now standing in her black body suit, wearing her clown mask, which had a mischievious smile on it face. Neatly folding her clothes, she placed them in a duffel bag, and places the blue wig on top of it. She pulled out her cell, and in a few seconds it rang, quickly she answered. "Death, systems checked and ready," she spoke in monotone. "Demon, all explosives ready. Phoenix is waiting in the dark alley, located at point 5A," the other monotone voice, Demon, spoke. "Let the music play," Death said. Suddenly, loud rumbles were heard, as explosions were set off around the building, blocking off the central vaults chamber.

"And, the games start now," Demon answered. They hung up, and quickly the plan was set into action, Demon was on her laptop scanning the large building for any approaching bodies. Death ran into the room, and quickly set her laptop on the counter, processing information into the laptop. The huge vault opened, and revealed many bars of silver and gold, along with irreplaceable antiques and paintings.

Death calmly walked pass the unimportant items, and approached a smaller vault in the back. She placed a wire that was attached to a small calculator type machine, with that done, she pressed the red button on it. The huge combination lock crankily started turning, then she placed her contacts on. The retina scanner scanned her eyes, then the computer screen falshed the words, "Access Granted". Death opened the vault, and a single CD case was sitting on a shelf, she grabbed it and in its place put a note. She turned to leave, and the vault closed again, quickly she shoved the things she used in a bag, and ran out of the central vault.

She tossed the bag to Demon, who was waiting by the door, "Let's get back to your office." They ran to the office, and Death stripped down, then quickly slid her secretary clothes on. She placed the wig on, and Demon left the room, tossing on the floor the remainders of the sleeping gas. Miss Tenshi sat in her chair, her body carefully placed on her desk, as if she was caught by surprise.

Demon had hopped onto the window cleaner's little stand, and dropped the duffel bag below her. Phoenix caught the falling bag, and quickly hopped into her motorcycle, and sped off. Fifteen minutes later, Quatre and Duo came back surprised, and shocked, at the mess in the halls surrounding the central vault. The people were already waking up, and Quatre left Duo to check on the central vault.

When Duo came back, he saw Miss Tenshi crying and looking very frightened, "I would understand, Mr. Winner, if you fire me." "Miss Tenshi, I assure you I am not going to fire you," Quatre said kindly. Miss Tenshi left to the lady's restroom, and sat stood in the stall, holding an earpiece to her ear.

"Quatre, the blueprints are gone," Duo said. Quatre's kind face vanished, and he looked at Duo, frowning, "This fire is growing each time they strike. What are they doing?" "I found this in it's place," Duo said. He handed Quatre the note, and it read:

Hickory Dickory Dock
The mouse ran up the clock
The clock stuck one
And the mouse ran down
Meanwhile, we stole your Gundams!

Dark Angels

Quatre crumbled the note, and threw it in the waste basket, "We have to tell Sally, and the others. This fire needs to be put out." Meanwhile, Miss Tenshi walked back into the room, and winked at the window cleaner, who nodded slightly.

To be continued.....
~***********~

Author's Notes: Well, it looks like this story was really liked. I hope you enjoy this fic, and I'm trying to update it at least once a week depending on reviews. Romance will be in here! I promise! Well keep voting.