************Emotion-al Thief*************
"Yeah, ok. You want me to go now? Uh huh, yeah you're the boss."
Callie hanged up the phone and sighed as she stretched out in blue jeans and a fuzzy green sweater. She yawned and stretched again standing up and heading for her closet.
"Time to go to work." She smiled.
Tucking a stray black curl behind her ear, Callie opened her little closet, shifted through a couple of jeans, and, lifting up a fake shoebox, exposed a keypad. Punching in a code, she waited as a breakaway part in the back of the closet twisted outwards... behind it held all the things she would need.
A rope, some assorted high-tech gadgetry, and a gun heavier, Callie closed the closet back up, changed into an all black jumpsuit, and went over her plan.
Get in, get the goods, get out.
Good plan.
Callie was out the door.
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During the drive over, she couldn't help but shake with the anticipation of a new job. Or maybe that was the drivers' next to her anticipation about buying a new car.
Whatever...
Her thoughts drifted to her first job, already years ago. Just a simple in and out late at night in a warehouse. Only a couple of rent-a-cops to worry about... but she had been new to the whole thief-for-hire business and was caught by the three on duty.
Nothing to worry about though, she had felt their fear, made it potent. She used her powers and found their worst memories of being scared... terrified. She enhanced them and caused the guards to stop, frozen and afraid.
Next, having been able to better master her powers she made the fear into energy and through her mind blasted a hole in the warehouse roof, making her escape before the cops could recover. It was messy, but she'd gotten better since then...
Callie loved fear, and anger, hatred was fun too... but rage, that was what she longed for. Rage was precious and pure- completely untamed and so much more... yummy- not to mention powerful for her emotion-driven energy blasts.
Unfortunately, she was pretty certain she wouldn't feel anything as exciting as that tonight. All she had to put up with for this gig was a couple of rich folks and their precious little brat, and that was only if worst came to worst and they actually noticed her... from what she had heard, they had enough to deal with lately.
Whatever.
Callie smiled to herself and sped the car up faster, almost unconsciously draining the excitement out of the driver to her left. The one still pining over his new car.
Her smile broadened as the adrenaline rush pushed her foot farther down on the gas petal.
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"Yeah, ok. You want me to go now? Uh huh, yeah you're the boss."
Callie hanged up the phone and sighed as she stretched out in blue jeans and a fuzzy green sweater. She yawned and stretched again standing up and heading for her closet.
"Time to go to work." She smiled.
Tucking a stray black curl behind her ear, Callie opened her little closet, shifted through a couple of jeans, and, lifting up a fake shoebox, exposed a keypad. Punching in a code, she waited as a breakaway part in the back of the closet twisted outwards... behind it held all the things she would need.
A rope, some assorted high-tech gadgetry, and a gun heavier, Callie closed the closet back up, changed into an all black jumpsuit, and went over her plan.
Get in, get the goods, get out.
Good plan.
Callie was out the door.
***************
During the drive over, she couldn't help but shake with the anticipation of a new job. Or maybe that was the drivers' next to her anticipation about buying a new car.
Whatever...
Her thoughts drifted to her first job, already years ago. Just a simple in and out late at night in a warehouse. Only a couple of rent-a-cops to worry about... but she had been new to the whole thief-for-hire business and was caught by the three on duty.
Nothing to worry about though, she had felt their fear, made it potent. She used her powers and found their worst memories of being scared... terrified. She enhanced them and caused the guards to stop, frozen and afraid.
Next, having been able to better master her powers she made the fear into energy and through her mind blasted a hole in the warehouse roof, making her escape before the cops could recover. It was messy, but she'd gotten better since then...
Callie loved fear, and anger, hatred was fun too... but rage, that was what she longed for. Rage was precious and pure- completely untamed and so much more... yummy- not to mention powerful for her emotion-driven energy blasts.
Unfortunately, she was pretty certain she wouldn't feel anything as exciting as that tonight. All she had to put up with for this gig was a couple of rich folks and their precious little brat, and that was only if worst came to worst and they actually noticed her... from what she had heard, they had enough to deal with lately.
Whatever.
Callie smiled to herself and sped the car up faster, almost unconsciously draining the excitement out of the driver to her left. The one still pining over his new car.
Her smile broadened as the adrenaline rush pushed her foot farther down on the gas petal.
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