“How in God’s name are we gonna get up there?”

Her shrugged. “I dunno. Seemed easier on the map.” She surveyed the huge building – it was harborside, which would make for an easy getaway, but they had to get in first. And get to the fifth floor. And get the loot, Bale, and keep from dying along the way. Biting her lip, she looked at Renojack. “Can you get us in?” His eyes were doubtful, but still, he nodded. “Yeah. Come on.”
Three masks were donned. Sparrow, dove, osprey.

The trio crept around to the front of the building. A lone man, suited and wearing sunglasses, was standing in front of the handprint pad for the entrance. Tuna looked to Renojack, who nodded. A quick toss of a blade, and the huge form crumpled to the ground. Renojack was over to him in a second and sliced his hand at the wrist neatly. Pressing it into the pad, he mouthed, Let’s go.

The doors were kicked in easily. Men swung around, only to be gunned down by the trio. Tunafish leapt to the side, narrowly avoiding a bullet, and yanked the gun out of a dead worker’s hand. It was big – much bigger then her shotgun. Swinging it to the right, she took out three more guys and ducked down below a table. Her and Renojack took care of the rest quickly and efficiently.

The sound of an intercom made Her jump out of her skin. ‘We’re hearing gunshots. Is there an intruder?’ Before she could decide what to do, Renojack picked up the transmitter and relayed, smoothly and easily, “The intruder’s been taken care of. All’s fine.” He set it down, grinning at the two women. “Don’t think he’d memorize his employee’s voices.” Her grinned at him. “Fantastic. Let’s go.”

It took them only a few moments to ascend in the elevator. The three pirates readied themselves. “We’ll grab Bale later,” Her murmured. She had her eyes on the door. “Let’s get the loot first.” Tunafish nodded, her eyes betraying nothing except her cool determination to finish her job.

The doors slid open. It took all of two seconds to determine that there was a guard on either side and the president of the company just in front of them. Renojack sent one bulky man falling to the ground with a bullet in his heart, Her stabbing the other in the neck. Tuna crossed the space between herself and the bigwig like lightning and had a knife in his mouth before he could blink. “Marcus, innit?” she asked casually. “I’d have plenty of fun killing you, I bet, but I’d have even more fun letting you try and stop us, huh?” Spinning him around expertly, she pushed him across the room with a grin. Mr. Calloway stumbled forward, grabbing a table to steady himself and glaring at her. Tuna, however, was not looking at him anymore. Her eyes were fastened on the packs Renojack and Her were carrying out of the safe. “That’s the haul,” Her announced cooly. “Eight bags. They’re heavy, watch out.” She tossed two to the younger woman, who caught them and slung them across her back. Renojack pulled a few over his shoulders. “We ain’t got all day, mates. Come on.” The trio traipsed out of the room. Her threw a grin at the suited man on her way out the door. He did nothing but glare, his eyes smoldering. As soon as they turned a corner, he bustled over to his desk and pressed a button on the intercom. “Fourth level. Intruders have not been detained. They have our funds. Debilitate them.”

Subsequently, a horde of armed grunts were waiting for them when the elevator door opened. Her and Renojack dove to the side as a wall of bullets greeted them. Tuna hit the deck, feeling a sharp sting on her arm as she went down. Ignoring it, she rolled to the side as soon as the shots faded. One brief second was all the other two needed. Her lept forwards into the crowd, Renojack just behind. In the chaos that followed, the mass of employees were quick to forget the third member of the group. Too busy were they avoiding slashes of knives and the strike of a deadly baton. In the midst of them, Her and Renojack fought back-to-back, cool and confident.

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Holy fartcakes this was long. D: More parts coming, just gotta copy and paste.