"Alright, Kim. You need to take the next left. Then right, then left again."
"I've got it, Wade. It's a vent, not a labyrinth."
"Just let me have this one. There's nothing to hack in there. I need something to do."
Kim grumbled, but acquiesced. Sometimes, his job seemed much easier to hers when she really thought about it. It made her wonder why she was paying him a cushy thirty percent of each take. Her mother might've been onto something when she'd said to never go into crime with friends or family. That was lesson number one growing up. Number two was never leave any incriminating evidence, and three was always have blackmail material. Sage wisdom, really.
Kim pulled up the grate directly above her target, and nearly swore.
"Nothing to hack, Wade? I've got motion sensors and infrared lasers directly below me."
"What? There shouldn't be any...whoa." The radio cut out for a moment. "Yeah, that's a lot of alarms."
"Hack them, then."
"I can't hack them, they're part of a closed system. This building doesn't even have wifi."
"Hack those lasers."
"How, Kim?" How am I supposed to open a door that doesn't exist?"
"Use the net."
"Just go ahead and rappel or something."
"I'm docking your pay for this."
Kim shut off the comm before he could retort. While banter was integral to their emotional well-being, she did need to concentrate here.
That, and hum the theme to Mission Impossible.
There were, by her guess, at least eight motion sensors, a few dozen infrared tripwires, thermal sensors, an oxidization alarm in the display case of the artifact she was there to steal, and there were most likely pressure sensors in the floor. And there were cameras. She briefly considered giving Shego this one, but decided that that was far too easy..
Her suit took care of thermal sensors. One down, five to go.
She began her descent. From five meters up, it took her almost a half an hour to descend. Not a single camera saw her. That was the trick with motion sensors; go slow enough, and they don't trigger. That or just hold a sheet in front of them. The triplasers were simple enough to avoid. All she had to to was slowly descend from an angle instead of straight down, despite that being conventionally impossible. The pressure sensors on the floor were easy. She just didn't touch the ground. She planted her feet on the base of the display case.
Oxidization sensors now. Those were tricky. The artifact needed to be kept in a controlled atmosphere, which, if broken, triggered an alarm. The obvious solution was a simple smash-and-grab-and-run. Kim kicked over the stand, grabbed the glass box containing her prize, and slipped out of her harness. Oxidization sensors typically just shut off when pulled, instead of automatically triggering an alarm, and pressure sensors on the floor wouldn't trigger for anything weighing less than an average human without recalibration (No museum guard was ever diligent enough to do that. At least, none of the ones at any museum she'd ever robbed) and that stand had been both hollow, and made from what felt like balsa wood.
One quick leap/tumble, and Kim was out of the room, and sauntering confidently back to the museum entrance where Ron awaited with their getaway vehicle.
She actually made it outside, and had been greeted by Ron and Rufus when the obligatory hitch in their heist made itself known.
"Kim Possible!" A familiar voice echoed throughout the alleyway.
"Oh!" Kim's eyes lit up. "It's Shego and...er…" She turned to Ron. "Who was the other one again?"
"How should I know?"
"Well you fought him!"
"Er, excuse me."
"We didn't exactly exchange buisness cards beforehand."
"Oh, so you're the kind of man who'd fight with someone without to much as asking their name first?"
"Hello?"
"Oh come on, Kim. It wasn't like that. He was actually kind of a buffoon."
"I am not a buffoon!"
"Quiet down, Junior." Kim snapped. "The grown-ups are talking."
"Can I smack her around now, Dr. D?"
Drakken nodded his approval at the same moment that Kim shouted "Only if you ask me nicely"
A/N: Do not try anything you read in this story at home. EVER. Besides, stealing from museums is way easier than it is in fiction.