The men arrived late.
One can never trust the foreign ones to do the job well. They were admitted into the building by a large sculpture resembling a horse. Once inside they broke away the pieces and climbed out.
They turned on the heat so the camera sensors couldn't tell the difference between the wall and a person. Then they waited.
When the men from security came down to check what was going on, they knocked them over the back of their heads so they could take their outfits.
Around this time a smug, wealthy looking businessman was walking around the Art exhibits with a black titanium brief case.
When the men got upstairs they noticed people leaving because it was too hot inside the museum.
They started roping off the exhibit where a Monet was showing.
As they started working on taking it out of the museum, the businessman opened a smoke bomb to set off the water sensors. The bar doors started closing. It closed them in the room they were trying to steal the Monet from.
No one noticed a man sliding his briefcase under the doors to stop them from closing all the way as he slid under them.
He got the Rembrandt off the wall and into another briefcase in a record 10 seconds.
As he slid back under the door, there was just enough distraction that no one noticed him slowly walking away with a priceless piece of art.
Well...maybe it was worth a little over $100 million dollars.
The next day the Art Museum is closed and the NYPD is searching for clues as to who would have stolen the other painting when the other men were in the room where they were caught.
Detective William Garcia is the man in charge of this case. He jumps slightly he hears the click-click of heels on the wood floor behind him.
"And just who are you ma'am," he asks her.
Standing in front of him is a woman of obvious power. She has gorgeous long dark hair down the middle of her back, bright green eyes like a cat's. Her body is perfectly proportioned, slight hips with a coveted breeze way and strong toned legs. Her upper body is toned with maybe a small C cup... he can't look that hard that fast.
"Hmm," she smirks. There's an evil twinkle in her eys he just can't shake.
"I'm with insurance, so you'll cooperate with me because there's a Swedish man who doesn't feel like writing a $100 million dollar check within the next few weeks."
D. Garcia gives her an incredulous look.
"I'm sorry I didn't catch your name."
"It's christine."