Chapter 1: Chapter 1
Snap, snap.
Ding, ding.
The soft bell sound echoed through the quiet art room. At the same time, the anti-theft glass box made a faint noise as it slowly broke apart, the high-tech security failing bad.
A hand snaked in, fingers snatching up the prized jade thing and putting it on top of the box. A smooth voice cut through the quiet, "A dragon head twined with two bird things, deep red like dirt. Nice carvings."
"You sure that shit's worth $30 million bucks?" Doubt dripped from the voice at the gallery entrance where another figure hung out.
The girl in front of the display flashed a sly smile, not turning around yet. With casual ease, she spun the jade between her fingers before tossing it underhanded towards the voice. Only then did she slowly turn, eyes sparkling with amusement. "An authentic old treasure from way back. What d'you think, hm?"
With reflexes honed by years of doing this, the other girl caught the flying jade. Furrowing her brow a bit, she checked out the intricate carvings, turning it over in her rough palm.
The first girl, unbothered in her white jacket and pants with a green scarf, gave off a casual cockiness. Her smile was gentle yet snobbish, eyes sparkling with earned confidence of someone great at this. An alluring, carefree vibe surrounded her, the kind that could easily draw in suckers and hold them hooked, making her looks an afterthought.
"Gold's got a price tag," the second girl thought out loud, still checking it out. "But rare gems and antiques are truly priceless to sell. This piece could fetch over $100 mil from the right buyer easy. Damn shame it landed in our hands, limiting it to a measly $30 mil sale tops." With a regretful sigh, she slipped the jade into her jacket pocket.
The white-suited thief wagged a scolding finger, her friendly smile sharper now. "Tsk tsk. Coming to us, it loses all value. A penny, a million, no diff. But..." Her gaze roved over the other treasures gleaming under the lights, "If it gets into the right hands, someone who really gets its worth, then it becomes priceless again."
Throwing back her head, the other girl barked out a harsh laugh, at odds with her refined looks. "You got that right. We're just a coupla glorified cat burglars in the end. If we want something, we take it - fuck paying. No matter how expensive or priceless, it's worthless 'cause we never use real money."
With an elegant shrug, the white-suited thief eyed the exhibits with fake indifference. "Lucky for this gallery, we still got a code. You're all safe this time." Her tone dripped scorn and looking down on them. An unspoken rule - never touch anything not on the list, no matter how tempting. Just 'cause the owner's corrupt don't give right to take whatever.
This renowned NYC art gallery hosted some of the world's most precious old things and artifacts. The combined value could buy a small Chinese town ten times over. Cutting-edge security blanket - surveillance cams watched every inch, assisted by top motion and heat sensors linked to a highly trained team. Yet like any system, it had crucial weaknesses for the truly skilled to exploit.
The white-suited thief was clearly a master burglar. What took others minutes, she did with ease in under sixty seconds. High-tech security hinged on shortcomings of raw stuff and parts. A few super-hard diamond-coated tools could slice through the toughest glass box without tripping alarms. Snatching this priceless thing had been kid's play, slipping in and out unseen.
"Ten seconds left, Lily," the other thief remarked calmly, checking an expensive watch as Lily sized up the gallery's goods.
"More'n enough time, Misha," the white-suited Lily responded with a serene smile, already walking towards the exit.
The two out-of-place hotties, one in white and the other red, strolled through the crowds casual as any visitor. Only at the doors did Lily pause, throwing a side look back. Her mouth curved in the faintest smirk as she violently struck the wall sensor.
The shrill wail of alarms split the air. Moments later came the thunderous footsteps as security's response flooded in. Misha raised one arched eyebrow at her partner's showing off, unbothered, long-used to the theatrics. One slick palm-strike dropped the first responding guard before he could draw his gun.
"The VIPs are gone," Lily drawled with amusement, "Yet our gracious host hasn't said bye. Rude as fuck."
Within, the situation went to pure chaos as every security division poured into the main hall. Confused civilians and staff added to the pandemonium, trying to figure out the disturbance amidst the blaring noise. All the while, the surveillance systems mysteriously blacked out one-by-one as hidden fail-safes kicked in. Amidst the mayhem, no one batted an eye at the two striking women striding towards the exit.
"Useless rabble," Misha scoffed once outside, eyeing the sleek red Ferrari convertible waiting to whisk them away. Sliding a loving hand across the hood, she shot her partner a looking down look. "They had the balls to claim they were the best security. Yet they missed our sneaking in, let alone stop me waltzing out the front door." She pulled out the multimillion-dollar jade statuette from her pocket, checking it out as they settled into the leather seats.
Behind the wheel, Lily flashed a devious smile, hair whipping around her face in the accelerating wind as they peeled out. One hand rested lazy on the door while the other worked the gearstick, the picture of calm confidence. Though the rush of the score still thrummed through her veins, she exuded electrifying satisfaction. "In this world, is there anything us pros can't snatch?" she purred, more statement than question. "I'm a tech genius when it comes to sneaking in and cracking security. Paired with your crazy skills, there's no system too sophisticated or secure for us to break into."
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone