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Dusk was beginning to set in when Vivi was finally let off her shift. Fumbling with the keys to her small apartment, she let herself through the door. She stared halfheartedly into her rooms which were surprisingly bare for a teenaged girl like herself. A large curved white couch dominated the room, a small black stained wood and glass top coffee table was set before it. The floor was hardwood with not a rug in sight. Leafy plants were set in the corners and opaque white curtains drifted in a slight breeze brought in by the enormous French style balcony windows. There were two doors on opposite walls. One led to a small bedroom, the other led to the kitchen. Both were as bare as the main room.
Dragging a hand down her face, Vivi stumbled to the plant sitting in the far corner of her main room. She shoved a frond that was resting on the wall out of the way. The wall appeared to be smooth, yet when she applied pressure, a square separated from the rest of the white expanse to reveal a hand pad. She rested her fingertips along the grid and a line of light passed under her hand, identifying her prints before uttering a soft beep. A portion of the floor opened up beneath her feet; living on the first floor had the perk of an easy access to a level beneath the basement of the apartment complex Vivi lived in. she had created the area herself in secret. No one had any idea there was an entire level below the basement. Her elevator was in the farthest corner of the basement, in a warehouse section. She had built a faux wall behind the last, unused row of shelves.
Now she entered the elevator and punched in the button. She descended and slumped against the wall. She glanced at her wristwatch as she propped her head on her arms. Ten o'clock. She would have to work fast if she wanted to get any sleep that night. It would be the last heist for a while; it was the only standing appointment she had before cutting ties with Slade. She couldn't take on any new clients while he was hunting her; she needed to lie low and keep a low profile for a while. She was lucky; her client wasn't one that was connected in any way to the Titans, Slade couldn't trace her through this job.
Entering her secret lair (she just loved calling it that), she strode over to the case that held her suit. It stood fitted on a mannequin, ready for use. The racer goggles gleamed from the hanging lamps from the ceiling and the "v"s blazed on the torso and thigh. She opened the case and slid into the suit, stripping off her day clothes as she did. The final two pieces she put on were the goggles and the mask that covered the lower part of her face. She tugged the hood over her hair, tucking all the stray pieces but the bangs; that was a lost battle, the strands fell out eventually no matter what she did, often at the most inopportune times. It was safer to just leave them out rather than having them blind her if she ran into any trouble.
Ready to take on the world, she jumped onto her hover board. Custom designed and built, naturally. All of her gadgets were; it kept any one from duplicating them or tracing her though a provider. She zipped up the steep slope that would carry her out through a secret exit and onto the darkened streets of Jump City.
Her mission was more of a cleanup of someone else's failure than an actual retrieval. It turned out that the schmuck originally hired to take on the heist had managed to get his sorry kiester arrested before he could deliver the goods. So Vendetta had been called in. She just had to get into the jail, pick up the package and get out. Simple enough, she could slip past the guards and out with no one the wiser.
If only.
Getting into the jail was easy enough. Sure, it was high security, but that didn't mean much once Vendetta placed a loop video on each of the cameras she passed. The guards were a slightly bigger problem; knocking them out would alert other guards if they couldn't contact those she'd encountered, yet she couldn't just walk past them either. She applied a sticky gel to the bottoms of her feet- temporary Spiderman abilities that would dry out in a few minutes after application. A bit more went onto the tips of her gloves as well and she climbed over each patrol via ceiling. Simple.
Her client had been kind enough to send her a key card to her target's cell. He would still have what she needed, so all she had to do was pick it up and get out. There was no need to get the Titans involved this time; they attracted an incredible amount of attention and, fun as they were, she couldn't afford to be found out by Slade. She'd pay them a visit when things around her quieted down a bit. It was a shame, really. Vendetta had been looking forward to a new rival.
Vendetta was exiting the targets cell- and locking him back in it, much to his dismay and anger, not that he could voice it; she'd gagged him so that he wouldn't draw attention to her escape- when she heard a deafening explosion. Cringing at the sound, she ducked hurriedly around a corner as a few guards rushed down the hall to the source of the detonation. She crept after them, curious herself. At any rate, she could use the confusion to make her getaway that much easier. She kept a safe distance, sticking close to the walls and the indents created by the entries to each of the cells.
She'd been on a higher floor when she carried out her mission, so she had a perfect view of the arena that had been created on the main level of the jail. She stood at a railing above what seemed to be an intersection of hallways. The stories of cells reached high above even where Vendetta was located, and ringed the open space. There appeared to be no guards around and Vendetta briefly wondered what could have happened to them. That thought was soon chased away however, when she saw just who had made the explosion. Cinderblock, Slade's monstrous creation, stood at the intersection, glancing down each of the corridors as if he were lost. Vendetta cursed her luck; Slade's lackey WOULD infiltrate the jail the same EXACT night that she did. This was just perfect. And his ruckus would attract unwanted attention for sure. More specifically the attention of-yes there they were now.
The Teen Titans. They entered with a crash of their own, creating a dramatic entrance as they appeared with the settling of dust and debris. Vendetta rolled her eyes. They would be the flashy type. The group launched into battle immediately, calling out little taunts that were laden with incredibly lame puns while they attacked the block man. Vendetta couldn't help it; she stayed a bit longer to watch.
They worked well together, that much was obvious. The teenagers were the epitome of what was looked for in a team; they knew where each one was at all times, who worked best with who and when another needed help. It was…cool. Vendetta knew that she would never that level of trust with anyone else, much less an entire group of people. Yet the Titans made it look so simple. Vendetta propped her elbows on the railing, resting her chin on her hand, eyes fixated on the battle below her.
She would later curse their teamwork for getting her caught.
Somehow, in the midst of the fight, Raven just had to look up around the levels of the jail. Why, Vendetta would never know; she didn't particularly care either, all she knew was that it was time to get out. Fast.
The cloaked girl shouted out a warning to her friends; they looked up immediately, their fight with Cinderblock momentarily forgotten. Vendetta took a step back from the rail, but hesitated; maybe no one would abandon the rock monster for her? Luck was not on her side. Robin launched his grappling hook at the railing before Vendetta, allowing the cable to drag him up to her level. Panicking, she lashed out with her foot, cleanly knocking the claw off the rail. Robin plummeted to the ground, flipping gracefully in the air to land safely. That was when Vendetta kicked it into high gear. She leapt lightly onto the rail, springing from the rounded metal to latch onto another rail above it. She climbed this way up a countless number of stories, opting for speed and a direct exit rather than rambling about the jail with the Titans hot on her trail. At least they had given up on her for the moment in favor of chasing down Cinderblock; she could hear the distinct sounds or a battle emanating from a hallway they had all run down.
The girl took a few minutes to calm herself on the rooftop of the building. Her breaths came out in long heavy pants. She could feel the icy shiver of cold sweat pouring down her back, her forehead. Her body trembled with poorly restrained fear. Out in the open, vulnerable, it wasn't safe. Moving on was dangerous, staying still more so, and returning to the confines of the jail was the most dangerous option available. Vendetta knew full well when the cards fell out of her favor. She wasn't naïve enough to believe that anyone would come to save such a wretched and lost little soul. Still, it'd be nice…I there were someone to look after her instead of just herself. She quickly tore herself away from that line of reasoning; no one would ever save a thief, hell, she wouldn't even save herself.
Vendetta was disappointed in herself. She knew that she had the ability to remain undetected by the Titans, yet why had she allowed them to see her so easily? It was a rookie mistake to get caught up in watching them. It would ruin everything. She had to get out before they could attempt to track her. She needed to get home. The only thing going for her was the fact that she had managed to retrieve what she had been sent after. It was a small package wrapped in brown paper. Useless to her, but apparently invaluable to her client. They would pay good money to get it back. Well, they would have to, because the girl thief fully intended to underground for a long time. She couldn't risk Slade finding her, and after tonight's blunder, she would be lucky if he didn't come falling from the sky on top of her.
She didn't realize how accurate her fears would be, she didn't see the distinct metallic glint of city lights off a steel shoulder pad, or she would have known that hiding would be useless; that she was already caught in the trap was tightening like a noose around her throat.
Slade stepped away from the dim light as the girl sped by on her hover board, allowing the inky black of the alleyway to swallow him up. He wouldn't lose his thief; he needed Vendetta for his plan, and there was nothing the boy could do to stop him from getting what he wanted.