There are three things that I most assuredly don't own - the soul of Walt Disney, the blood of a unicorn, and the rights to the X-Men.



He'd looked the plans over once and memorized them almost instantly. Fontaine had it spelt out really easily as usual, and there lacked a challenge of almost any kind. Money was tight though, so sometimes he had to take the best he could get. The objectives were minimal: get in without being noticed, grab the item, and get out without being noticed. Probably the only thing about the whole job that threw him off about the job was that he was only stealing a token from a museum display. It did not require an immense amount of thought upon the subject - Fontaine was contracted by men all over the city, and even in parts of the country or around the world if they deemed his particular methods necessary. Those that stole for their own private collections just seemed slightly... oddballish to him.

Touch looked back at his target, a fairly well kept building admist a city of delapitated complexes. It was used primarily as a science researching facility, and the piece was supposedly there for testing and examination. Of course, that almost meant an easier security system than a museum, so the heist had to pretty much be made tonight. He stood on the ledge of an adjoining building, and sized up what he was in for. The plans were basic in that all the floors were uniformly designed, so any complications in design could be analyzed on one floor and be expected on the other seventeen. There was a ventilation system that was incredibly complex to navigate, as many of the tubes were used for venting poisonous gases from experiments, and was pretty useless to his cause. However, the security system was composed of mostly cameras located in the hallways. The radio interference they would have caused would have disrupted studies, so they were kept, for the most part, out of the major rooms in the facility. Essentially... it was a piece of cake.

Backing up a few paces, Touch ran forward and sprung himself onto the roof the facility. He walked to door in the center of the rooftop and opened slowly, waiting for the button that acted as an alarm trigger to come into sight. He pulled out a roll of black electrical tape and slid it over the button first, to keep it pressed down, and than over the lock of the door, to keep it from possibly locking behind him.

Easy enough ran through his mind for a moment, but he knew better than to have his doubts. Certain areas of the building were not filled in on the plans, which meant anything from addition security measures to guards stations or any number of hurdles, and failing this mission was not an option for him - it never was. He went down three flights to get onto the floor he needed, and performed the same trick as before on the door he needed to access the main part of the floor, where the offices and laboratories were kept. It was an easy floor to recognize, as it was hired about by private parties, such as the museum, to do their research and testing on, and in turn, were adorned with certain aspects to seperate one office from another. He looked immediately above the door, where the sole camera on the floor was located, and pulled out an industrial sized magnet, placing it underneath. The movement of the camera stopped as the circuitry was fried by the magnetic fields pulsing through it. He looked down the hallway, and with absolutely no other security protocols stopping him, continued walking down it. "Tucker... Schneider... Olsen Chemical... McCoy... Blathski...," Touch murmured to himself as he passed by each door. He was silent as he approached the door labeled Restoration and Analysis of M.E.T. Property.

"This is disgusting," Touch thought to himself as he entered the laboratory, wondering how this could be so easy. The room was in general disarray, but he spotted his quarry almost immediately - a bronze sword located within a glass case off towards the back of the room. He carefully navigated through the various items the museum must have been restoring at the time. He slipped on his leather gloves and picked the lock on the case in a few seconds, placing it on the table and removing the sword from its place. The entire lab was free of security features, and there was absolutely nothing keeping him in check. Letting out a sigh, Touch headed out the door and proceeded to walk down the hallway. He looked to the doors again, reading the name plates as he walked towards the door to make his exit. Suddenly, an explosion rocked one of the offices he was walking by and slammed the door clear off the hinges. The alarms in the building went crazy, and emergency lights started flashing.

"What the hell..."

He looked through the dust as it settled and saw four big men searching through one of the laboratories. It was smaller, but looked even moreso with the papers and files they had strewn about. One of them had the tower to a computer under his arm, and the others were simply opening up folders and throwing them down.

"What the hell is going on here?" Touch said as he stepped into the room with the four men. Without looking, they each drew a hand gun and pointed it in his direction. He looked towards them and closed his eyes.

One second.

Another.

A shot fired.