It would be another hour before the sun would rise, obscured by dense clouds.

Disguising himself was one of Lupin's favorite aspects of his trade. A uniform and hat, a mask, a viable ID card transformed him into a completely different person to those around him. He could experience life as a security guard for a few hours, commiserating with the other guards who, like him, looked like they wished they could have slept for another hour or two. The three original guards, however, tied down and stripped to their underclothes, were having a far from ordinary day.

Drip coffee was available to guards at a break room. Lupin gulped it down, surprised by how strong it was. Goemon and Jigen were directly outside the room. Having memorized the directions to the premier box, they walked along, blending together with the other security personnel. The number of personnel became fewer as they reached the respective locations they were guarding.

The Centre court was massive, much larger than Lupin had anticipated. It was overwhelming when the court was empty. He imagined it was much more so when the court was full, and there was a match going on.

Finally, they reached the box where the royal family and others with more money than they knew what to do with watched tennis matches. The three of them were able to step over the railing and enter the box. It was a bit underwhelming, but you couldn't beat the view. The box was directly in front of the tennis court.

Goemon had made quick work of the CCTV system around the premier box, damaging the cameras both inside and outside the box. In their place, Lupin had set up fake images of the box at different angles. Because the court's security measures were pretty advanced, they knew this method couldn't go on for long before someone in IT figured out what was going on. Still, it bought them enough time to filch the money and leave.

Jigen and Goemon kept their post near the box entrance, stifling yawns as Lupin walked into the center of the box, making a beeline for the seat of riches.

He went to lift the seat, to cut open the upholstery, when he realized someone's hands were already on the seat.

Lupin's head jerked upward, and his eyes met those of Fujiko Mine.

She was disguised as a security guard, her coppery red hair pulled into a ponytail with a hat obscuring most of her face. She looked much less surprised to see Lupin than he looked to see her. Though in uniform, though it was 5 a.m., she radiated elegance.

"Hello, Lupin," she said, breaking into a coy smile.

Lupin continued to make eye contact with her. She was gorgeous.

"Did I catch you . . ." Unexpectedly, Fujiko took Lupin's hat and pushed it down over his eyes. "Off guard?" she finished, immediately starting to tear the seat using a knife.

"Fujiko what the" – Lupin stumbled backward, pushing his hat upright. Jigen and Goemon had come up behind him, staring at Fujiko with disdain.

"You decided to swoop in at the last second?" Jigen asked as Goemon leaped over to pull the seat from Fujiko's reach. "Did you use a listening device? Track our car? Were you the one who sicced those men on us?"

"Not sure what you're talking about," Fujiko answered, dodging the back end of Goemon's sword until she saw a glimpse of metal, then stepped back. "I knew there was a man who stored thousands of euros in one of these seats. I'm guessing you've heard that as well. I didn't need to get the information from you."

Goemon had carefully used his blade to open the seat, revealing a brilliant stash of bills.

"We don't have a lot of time, and I don't feel like negotiating, so let's split this four ways," Fujiko continued, her eyes darting up to one of the CCTV cameras.

"Like I'd believe that," Jigen said, following Fujiko's eyes. "But yeah, let's get out of here."

Their escape was less than graceful. So that Goemon had his hands free to use his Zuntakskun, Lupin had to awkwardly carry the seat cushion with the currency inside. Jigen and Fujiko were behind him. After finally stumbling out, Jigen raced ahead to get the escape vehicle. The sound of yells and thundering footsteps pursuing them were drowned out by the roar of the vehicle engine.

After scrambling into the vehicle — Jigen in the driver's seat, Goemon in the passenger seat, and Lupin and Fujiko squished into the back seat with the seat cushion — they drove off.

The vehicle they drove was one that Lupin had converted into one that could also travel through water. It allowed them to escape the security and police that would inevitably be after them while giving them a nice view of the city from the River Thames. Lupin thought it'd be a while before he could look at the river without shivering, so he decided to focus on Fujiko instead.

"What brings you to London?" he asked, shifting into a relaxed pose, though it would have been easier to do without the cushion pressing into his elbow. He moved the cushion to the floorboard.

"That, actually," Fujiko said, directing her eyes to the cushion. "I had hoped that taking the money meant I could afford to stay here a while, attend a Wimbledon match, rub shoulders with the elite, case out a few of the museums. But I'll probably have to lie low."

Lupin looked at her, feeling a little guilty. Was it because the four of them were detected?

"Not because of the heist," Fujiko continued. "There's more activity coming from the Tymiaor. Their business has surged over the past six months. They have more to lose now, so they won't accept any rivalries or threats to their trade."

Lupin thought he spotted Jigen's hands grip the wheel more tightly. Tymiaor was a name Lupin vaguely recognized. It was part smuggling ring, part gang. If someone needed a valuable transported on the down low, their success was bar none. Their methods of transportation were often creative, taking paths many would not think to follow.

The leaders ruled with an iron fist. Those who were pulled into the work were not released until they were dead. Any signs of the organization's activities disappeared behind the barrel of a gun.

The gang's all-consuming enmeshment, their propensity for murder, meant that Lupin and the others avoided partnering with them.

"I wonder if that's why the police haven't suspected us," Lupin thought out loud. "They have had their hands full with Tymiaor."

"From what I've heard," Fujiko started. "Tymiaor has had the police in its pocket for years, through bribery, mostly. Because the killings have been isolated incidents rather than public threats, the police have only monitored them rather than arresting them. The volume of valuables they have been smuggling is causing some members of the police to question whether losing the country's valuables is worth covering up the police's reputation, I am guessing. Having the police distracted is good for us, but what isn't good is having Tymiaor as a threat."

Lupin felt himself go cold.

"Are they after you?" He asked, searching Fujiko's face.

"No, they don't know I'm here, that I know of." She made eye contact with Lupin. "I would warn you all to lay low. At least for the next few days."

"Will do," Lupin said. "You do the same."

"Well, this is my stop." Fujiko opened the vehicle's sunroof and prepared to jump onto the river's shore. "I grabbed my share of the money."

Jigen grunted, his tone doubtful.

"So long!" She waved gracefully and landed on the shore. Pausing, making sure no one else was around, she took another look at the pile of euros she had stuffed into a slim purse. Her eye caught a flash of white. Reaching inside the purse, she pulled out a blank note card. Fujiko had seen these before. She took a breath and blew on the face of the card. All that appeared was an address, with a badly drawn heart on the end. Fujiko smirked. Lupin must have hoped she would bring a housewarming present. Closing the purse and surreptitiously monitoring her surroundings, she started to walk away.