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[mintchip]

WHO: Emerald Sustrai and Roman Torchwick
WHAT: Stealing a helicopter.
WHEN: Like 3am or so
WHERE: Genessia TV News Studio
WARNINGS: Crime! Like that's a surprise.

Part of being good at crimes was not getting caught. Which is why when you're a thief, you know that despite that a military-grade chopper would be a better find, it's a lot safer to steal one from a less secured facility like a news station. Weapons could be acquired and modified to fit the aerial vehicle with ease, but stealing something as big as a helicopter meant being safe was a little harder.

Then again, so was being limited on resources with a very unique appearance for the area, which was why Emerald was dressed in what was essentially a black turtleneck and pants, her hair up in a beanie, and a mask over her features. She might not actually be a member of the White Fang, but she's certain it would send a chill down some peoples' spines if certain brats caught a glimpse of it, and it protected her identity well enough. She was working with Torchwick tonight anyway, so it already went hand-in-hand with the job. It really was too bad that it would've been too much of a giveaway if Mercury had come, but she was better at stealing when she was on her own anyway. She just wished this outfit was so hot.

"Guess who found the power box?" Emerald said into her device in a private message to Torchwick. "The cameras should be down long enough for us to get in. Save your showboating until we're on our way out."

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[maybeitsmaybelline]

Unfortunately for Emerald, Roman was used to working with others, so he naturally fell into a supervisory role after he enlisted her help. That meant that while she was searching out the power box in a stuffy outfit, he and Neo were waiting at the 24 hour diner across the street. Not that he was slacking off, mind you. Their booth gave him a decent view of the reception desk at the news studio and he was reviewing blueprints between cups of coffee.

The flickering of the studio lights caught his eye even before his phone buzzed. He sighed and pushed his half-finished cannolo across the table to Neo-- it would be a shame to let it go to waste-- before slipping out the side door of the diner to answer the call.

"Don't worry about me, street rat. I'm a bit more in practice than you are at this point, don't you think?"

He almost picked someone else for that very reason, but better the devil you know than the one who might be a Schnee Corp mole. He held up a pair of opera glasses to get a better look at the darkened studio.

"Looks like the guard at reception is headed your way. There's a fire escape around the corner to your left. Think you could get in through a second floor window to stay out of his way?"

[mintchip]

"I'm not worried about you. I'm the one in the most danger if you blow my cover."

And she didn't exactly trust Roman not to blow her cover if it came to stroking his ego. That was one of the major hesitations she'd had with getting involved in this. Being stuck surrounded by all the goody two-shoes and only being able to talk to Mercury when she could get a minute totally alone where she actually felt secure was rare.

Honestly, the whole situation sucked.

Emerald shut the power box and twisted her pins to get it to lock again quickly, like it hadn't even been opened. Instead of responding to Roman's directions, she headed to get out of the way of the guard. She's got her weapon ready though. Honestly, if he's going to try to turn the power back on, she's going to just kill him. She's got a mask on and she knows how to clean up her messes, it won't be a big deal. If he continues on, of course, she'll just let him go.

[maybeitsmaybelline]

"I couldn't care less if you're in danger, but you can trust me to act in my own best interest and you're more useful to me with your cover than without it."

He wanted to be annoyed when she ignored his directions, but it was hard to be angry about something he was half-expecting. She was at that age where you thought you knew everything so of course she was going to do things her own way. Kids.

Now that the lobby was clear, he had his own business to attend to. He sauntered across the street, pulled out his lockpicks, and made short work of the door. According to the blueprints there were two stairwells on opposite sides of the building. The south staircase was closest to the heliport, but that was also the most likely place to find security--

Wait.

In the dark lobby, the pinprick of red light was obvious. The cameras were still recording.

"Security system's got battery back up," he warned Emerald.

He paused while he considered shooting out the camera, but why bother? If the rest of the power was out, it was probably recording to internal memory. They wouldn't see the tape until he was long gone. He tipped his hat and swept a mocking bow before he moved on toward the northern stairwell.

"Let me know where you're headed and I'll take the cameras out. Just avoid the lobby, all right? I rather like that one."

[mintchip]

"I wouldn't dream of thinking you cared."

She's mentioned it, in fact, because she knew that he didn't. She was the only one who would watch out for herself here- whether he was interested in keeping her in her current position or not. Emerald rolls her eyes when he informs her of the security system being on back-up. Not at Roman, of course, but the cameras. This was why she wore a mask in the first place, despite the White Fang being a means to an end for them.

"Should we find the security office or head for the helicopter?"

If they headed for the security office, they could probably delete anything they didn't want to be seen. On the other hand, getting the helicopter and getting out probably meant they were less likely to get caught in the act. Roman had more of a tendency to attract young girls to crime scenes than anyone else did, so Emerald kind of wanted to get out of there.