Catra cried out when her phone began ringing. She had rather expected that her text would be the end of things for a while. Leave it to Adora to be a huge idiot and not understand what she was trying to say. She stared at the screen for a moment or two, having a fiery inward debate as to whether she should answer or not. But eventually her need to hear that voice outgrew her desire for pettiness. "Adora, what the fuck are you-"

"Catra!" God, she was as excitable as a puppy. And just as hard to ignore. "Oh my gosh, it's so good to hear your voice again! Augh, I'm such a jerk, I should have called you days ago..."

She knew she should be hanging up. This was not a conversation she should be having. But her hands refused to do what she told them. So instead she opted to be a bitch instead. "Oh, please, don't even sweat it. You've been having so much fun with your pretty new girlfriend, you haven't had time to call or text. Whatever." The line went silent for a moment, and her brain was flooded with a wave of endorphins. God, retribution was satisfying.

"How... did you hear about that?"

Catra rolled her eyes and sighed. "I didn't just hear about it. I saw the damn pictures. She posts practically everything she does on Facebook. Our new tech guru was able to find out what you were up to in under a minute."

"Wait, 'our'? So then you're... You're still with the Horde?" Did she have to sound so disappointed?

"Duh. It's family, Adora, which I thought you understood until you suddenly abandoned us. Which means you got to miss out on the awesome news. We're in Luna now. Expanding the territory. So... here's the thing." She swallowed, finding it harder to make this announcement than she had been just a few minutes ago. "Look, Adora, no point in fucking sugar coating this thing. You need to come back to the Horde."

There was another pause in the conversation, and this one didn't feel nearly as good. "Obviously that's not going to happen. I'm content where I am now. And Catra, there's so much room for you too! You could join us. I-I'm working on my GED, and I'm gonna go to college, a-and-"

"Adora, you're not listening to me. You need to come back to the Horde. Or something bad will happen. Something really bad. Are we clear?"

"I left because I was sick of them doing evil things. Do you really think I'm going to fold to threats? I... I can't believe you're letting them do this! Letting them make you into their little... messenger..."

She huffed softly, pacing her room as the conversation got more heated. "This was a courtesy! Who do you think got the job to hunt you down, huh? Who do you think is gonna have to do the dirty deed? Come on, forget about Hordak and Weaver for a second. I miss you, idiot. If not for them, come back for me. I'll take care of all the stuff you don't want to do, ya know? Just... think about it?"

"Goodbye, Catra." And that was it. The line went dead.

Before she had a chance to properly rage, there was a knock at her door. "What!?"

The door opened and Scorpia's head poked in. "We're uh... we're gonna go on a bank heist. Interested?"

"...yeah alright."

Once Catra was less conspicuously dressed, she stepped out into the main part of the warehouse. Plain jeans, a long-sleeve shirt, combat boots. You had to be as invisible as possible to avoid suspicion. Waiting nearby was Scorpia, similarly dressed – even if she did kind of stand out just by nature of her size.

She was more surprised to see Entrapta also standing around, though she hadn't actually changed out of her weird clothing. Not that Catra was complaining exactly. At the moment, she was maybe a little sore about completely striking out with Adora, and glad to be around someone who seemed quirky and adorable. "Are you uh... helping?"

"Tangentially!" she said with a chipper smile. "Boss man got me all kinds of shiny new toys that I get to try out. We've got a van all rigged up with short-range communication stuff and some mobile hacking gear. So I'll be supporting you guys, just like in the movies!"

Catra chuckled softly and strolled over to a nearby armory – such as it was – to grab herself a gun. With a swift move, she slid it into the back of her pants and carefully tugged her shirt over it. It wasn't like they really needed a bunch of tech support. But at the same time, she didn't have the heart to upset a pretty face. "Tell me we get cool earpieces and shit."

"You get all the earpieces!" Man, she had a grin that was downright scary when she got excited. It was awesome.

Scorpia brought the van to a stop in a parking lot not too far from their destination. The two of them stepped out into the fading sunlight, each tucking a small bit of technology into their ears. "Okay, that's a big check check, Wizard, how do we sound?"

There was a slight buzz, and then Catra could hear her voice coming through pretty clearly. "Ten-four, Stinger. All green."

Oof, this was... really fucking lame. "We're hitting a podunk bank that probably doesn't even have CCTV, I don't think we need goddamn code names."

Scorpia just laughed at her good-naturedly and slapped her on the back. "Shame, because you're Kitty either way." She walked on before Catra could properly retort, heading for the front door of the bank. "Game faces on."

The inside was... well... it was really damn unimpressive. They had specifically chosen a smaller bank in a suburban neighborhood. There was just two people behind the bulletproof glass, another two at the desks off to the side, and one lone security guard who could have easily been in his seventies. In a way, she was legitimately glad there were no people around trying to do their business. She might not have had the same hang-ups about killing as some people, but she preferred not to drag unnecessary casualties into it if she could help it.

"I gotta go talk to one of the dudes over there. Shouldn't take too long." She smirked at Scorpia who nodded in understanding. Since there was no one around, Catra was called over almost immediately. She took a seat across the desk from a handsome guy in a decent suit. It really would be a shame if she had to put a hole in him. "Mark Jacobs, how the heck are ya?" she chimed as she sat down, making sure to read the name off his plate for 'Wizard' to hear over the earpiece.

"Hoo boy, Mr. Jacobs, you don't hide a single thing, do you? Facebook, Instagram, goodness he even has a Tumblr!"

Catra had to stifle a smirk as the banker smiled at her. "Well now, what can I do for you, ma'am?"

"Tell him you're Susan Daniels. There was a withdrawal from your account for fifty dollars, but that's it. So it doesn't seem like identity theft. That should give us enough time to come up with a proper bit of leverage." She passed the information along, and Jacobs nodded before turning his attention on his computer. "Hah, here we go! His children are attending St. Aldrich, academy for wealthy parents. Their names aarrreee... Henry and Joanna. I think we can use that."

She offered a pleasant little hum in appreciation. "I'm gonna be real with you, Marky Mark. I'm actually not here about a little missing cash. Well, I am, I guess. Eh, semantics." She shrugged and glanced around. "Here's the point. I need to know exactly and precisely who has access to those little buttons that call in the police. Otherwise, I'm going to have a companion of mine check up on Hank and Jo at St. Aldrich. And my friend can be very violent about checking. I'd hate to imagine your kids taking a tumble down a flight of stairs or something."

To his credit, Jacobs just kept plugging away at the computer as though she wasn't threatening him. Guy had a poker face like a statue. He lowered his voice into a hushed whisper as well. "Well, bonus points for not just coming in guns blazing. Honestly, we used to have those panic buttons but uh... they kinda burned out a while back. And as you can see, Sanders isn't really a top-of-the-line defense machine."

"Oh my jeez, this man is actually doing whatever we tell him? This is a fascinating development! I can't say I saw this coming, at least not so early."

Once again, Catra smirked softly at the running commentary in her ear. "Oh wow, do you guys have client surveys or something? You deserve a fucking award for helplfulness." Her grin grew as she leaned back in her seat. "I kinda expected I would have to put a hole in your knee or something first. That's great. Look, I'm gonna make you a beautiful deal. All you have to do is just play it nice and cool – be like Fonzy. Go into the teller area, gather together as much as you can, cash or valuables or whateverthefuck. And then you come back here and give it to me real smooth. Everybody's happy. Well, mostly everybody's happy."

He looked like he was starting to get exasperated, and even if the rational part of Catra's brain understood that, there was no way in hell she was getting this far and letting him fuck it up."How exactly am I supposed to do that?"

It didn't help that she was getting a little frustrated herself. "You seem like a clever dude, Mark, my man. Just make it happen. Or ol' Sanders over there is gonna catch a bullet first. Two days 'til retirement, ya know?"

"Son of a..." He sighed and stood up, adjusting his clothing. "You're a monster. Give me two minutes. And when we're done, you get the hell out and don't come back." With that, he went walking into the small area where the two women were doing whatever it was bankers did when they were banking. She couldn't make out what he was saying to them. Naturally there was every chance that he was warning them, telling them to call the police, whatever.

"Hey, Ent- Ugh, Wizard? Are you uh... monitoring the phones or whatever it is you folks do? Just to make sure they don't try anything slick?" she muttered softly, doing her best to not look crazy.

There was another crackle. "Naturally! So far, they've only received one phone call. And that was from one Mrs. Esme Tanglebottom about a monthly transaction. Nothing at all to be concerned about, you're doing marvelous!"

The compliment from the chipper voice didn't hurt, but Catra forced herself to not let it go to her head.

"Yeah! This is great, I'm used to there being a lot more violence and a lot less agreement. Catra, you're obviously going to be one hell of a lieutenant. We'll be out of here in no time."

Scorpia added her own compliments to the little conversation, perhaps a little too energetic. And hopefully not so loud that Sanders heard her. She was supposed to be on lookout, not boot-licking. She rolled her eyes and sunk into her chair a little more. "I'm guessing your missions also tend to involve more chatter? Just let me get through this so we can get back to base? Jesus..."

Jacobs finally returned with a formal-looking canvas bag that looked to be at least pretty decently filled. "I told them we had a client coming in later with plans for a large withdrawal. I honestly can't believe it worked. Here." He practically threw it into her lap with a scowl.

"Yeah, well, you'd be amazing what kind of excuses people are willing to accept when nothing is going on." Catra stood up gracefully from the chair and dramatically held the bag by the strap across her shoulder like an heiress with a purse. "Ta!"

Back in the van, her companions seemed quite pleased with themselves. Catra wasn't really feeling it. In the end, they hadn't made out with a ton of money, this had mostly been a power move to establish themselves in the area. And ultimately, a job well-done just wasn't enough to make her forget about that damn conversation with Adora. The girl had taken her one chance and dashed it on the floor. But still... she knew.

Catra couldn't kill her. That just wasn't going to happen.

But if she wanted revenge, then it should be a heart for a heart. Adora broke hers, so now it was Catra's turn. And she had a pretty damn good idea of where to start.