4322/What Yours Is... Probably Not Yours

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What Yours Is... Probably Not Yours
Date of Scene: 23 April 2018
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Gambit, Black Cat




Gambit has posed:
The Ashton Crawford building. State of the art in security, design and contents. It towers at an impressive sixteen stories and each level dedicated to some form of advanced technological innovation, Remy LeBeau's target? Floor thirteen. Why? Because whats inside shouldn't be and it technically doesn't belong to the men and women who stole it.

A simple job for the Guild, just to keep in good standing with his buddy Fence and associated, history goes a long way but only so far. Eventually the 'live in the moment' takes precidence and the noose will tighten.

Murmuring low under his breath around a mouthful of tools Remy touches the micro-torch to a wirepanel and it sears hot then there is a series of clicks, the outside airduct snaps open, the alarm will go off in three seconds unless hes swift.
Which he is, very, a snap of two fingers and a small beacon flies down the confined shaft and hits a wall, a strobe is released from the dart. A short work around, it will give him time enough to get in and out.

Up and in, he begins to squeeze through the shaft of the fourteenth floor, wriggling his way through. All well planned out and prepared for, like any good thief...

Black Cat has posed:
The thirteenth floor. Why the thirteenth? Let's just say it felt "lucky." But as the Black Cat awaits a security camera cycle ' completion so that she can move safely again, she hears something. Someone else.

Altering her course, she moves in the direction of the clicking sounds. And by the time the flash dart has reached its destination, she is leaning against a doorframe, arms crossed, watching bemused. "Nice ass," she says to the wriggling ass disappearing into the newly opened shaft.

Gambit has posed:
A voice on this floor at this hour? Shouldn't be a thing. Remy pauses. A long moment of listening to his own breathing and then he presses back out, removing himself from the opening to spin with two cards uplifted, an Queen of Spades and a Jack of Hearts.
It is Black Cat his red-black eyes pause on, what looks at first to be wary and defensive slides in to a cocky smirk, yet there is a daring to him. Those cards do not lower.
"You don' very much like like security, chere."
A look past her at the Ashton offices, "Or one dees eggheads who work here."

Black Cat has posed:
The Cajun's observation forces a smile that plays at the corner of Cat's now upturned pout. She tosses her platinum hair playfully over one shoulder and rakes her fingers through. "That's funny. You don't look much like the HVAC guy. And I'd remember an ass like that."

Cat's pale blue eyes sparkle with a hint of green mischief as she looks from one card to the other. "I have the urge...to pick a card, any card. But I sorta feel like these two are all a part of the show." She lifts her gaze back up to Remy with a wink.

Gambit has posed:
"I work out." Remy jokes, a hand reaching back to pat a gloved hand upon his own rear. Those playing cards vanish in to a sleeve and he stares at Black Cat, ankles to crown of her head and down again.
"My gig busted an we gotta do a fight an' run thing or you here for sometin' else? Rather say I like your style as well, all de curves an what not squeezed in to dat get up. Name is Gambit." He mock bows and looks over his shoulder at the shaft, "Cause speak soon if so, we on a timer before security cameras no longer confused like."

Black Cat has posed:
Arching a brow, Cat grins, her eyes sparkling a more vivid green. She slides a hand down over her body, giving the zipper on her leather cat suit a mock tug. "Why thank you. I'm just a stray Black Cat. Trust me, you'll want me on your side. I'm comin' with you~"

Gambit has posed:
"This not a very good situation for trust but what you're sellin' what kinda man I be if I turn it down." Remy steps aside and motions in to the shaft, "Ladies first den, we can work on this whole trust thing. Second vent way in where we wanna go."
He pulls his cuff back, a timer shown on his wristwatch, a quick glimpse at it then her.
"Black Cat. I heard of you, you got a rep."

Black Cat has posed:
Without hesitation, Cat slips into the vent shaft and shimmies along to the far vent. With a small /thump/ the vent cover is gone, and Cat is sliding out with a very feline stretch. "That's a good thing...Rep." She smiles over her shoulder at Gambit.

Gambit has posed:
Like her Remy inkind admires the goods. Black Cat is after all rather well designed, "You parents, they did reaaal good." The man remarks as he climbs in behind her, through the shaft and out the second ventway like he had described. They'll land in an open lab, the lighting is low right now as no one is working. Scooting to a kneel beside her he looks around.
"So, what you here for? So we don't end up trying to steal the same ting. On count of three you call out name of it... "
"One...
"Two...
"Three...
"Go!"

Black Cat has posed:
A slow smile spreads across the painted, full curve of the Black Cat's lips. "I'm just browsin', /Cher/," Cat purrs to Gambit, imitating his accent. "But I prooomise not to steal anything you touch first. You just hafta lay hands on whatever you want... and it's yours."

Gambit has posed:
Remy's booted heels are tipped back on, a chuckle escapes him at her words and he gives a sly look, its almost as if he wants to say something but doesn't instead turning and heading towards one of those lettered and numbered labdoors. He moves like a man on a purpose. He knows where he is going.

Once in front of that sealed vault like smaller lab he drops to a kneel, those tools come in to play again and hes working at the door.
"You a minx, kinda remind me of someone. Girls like you, dey always get me in to trouble. Each an' every time."
Remy speaks over his shoulder. There is a whir of a camera above Black Cats head, it is swiveling left and right. The Cajun ignores it. Hes got faith in the gadgets hes employed. Fence has never steered him wrong.

Black Cat has posed:
"Looks like you know what you're doin'," Cat observes as she hovers over Gambit, watching and admiring what she sees. "C'mon D'you think I could -possibly- get you into trouble? Tch. I'm on /your/ side, remember? I'm just enjoying the view. Nothing wrong with a little harmless admiration, is there? A kitty can't live on jewels alone..."

Gambit has posed:
Remy pauses long enough to grin over his shoulder at Felicia, "I'm good with my hands too." He adds to his credentials, "An' I think you already getting me in trouble." Whatever he means by that she is likely to find out. There is a 'pop-hiss' and that door opens up to reveal a strange device, its alone in the room and sitting in the center of a table, he walks around that table, lowering down to stare level. "No pressure plates, no hidden alarms. Dis almost too easy.... " A brief suspicious look is given to Black Cat.

A fast flash of his hand and hes grabbing that device up and stuffing it in to a bag he has folded up at his side, shoving it away.

"Now is time to ru-"
REEEEEEEEEEEEEE REEEEEEEEEEEE REEEEEEEEEE

Red alarm lights flash around them, the blaring sound ear ach inspiring and a spike to nerves. Not an 'attack' but enough to cause a migraine.
"Run, time to run." He shouts above the sound. Racing past her towards that grate they had opened previously. He generally likes to find another way out from the way he came in but they're now out of time. Security here is heavily armed.

Black Cat has posed:
Cat slaps a small black box up onto the wall near a security camera, to scramble any camera within a 100-foot radius. As Gambit disappears into the duct, the armed security at the door finds themselves tripping over one another, and falling into a pile. Other alarms begin going off throughout the complex, which sound different from these, and flash with yellow lights.

"Critical System Failure. Critical System Failure."

The female voice repeats its dismal announcement, and any remaining security not already in the room are being diverted to other locations to put out fires there. No, ACTUAL fires. Something's overheating in three quadrants. The sprinklers begin to spray, but the ones in the room Gambit's headed into...ironically, that one's jammed.

"Rotten bit of luck, eh?" Cat cooes to Gambit as she emerges from the original vent. "These guys just didn't know they were playing with fire." With that, she reaches to the wall and pulls the fire alarm, just for good measure.

Gambit has posed:
"Rotten. For them... " Remy says with a grin coupled with suspicious eyebrow raise.
"Maybe you a good one to have along after all." That shaft opening is peeled back and he motions, "I liked the view, you go in first. Four rooms down we go out the eastern walk, be a balcony there we can hide out. It's in a blindspot. Just windy and cold this time o' the morning."

Black Cat has posed:
"Ohh Gambit, you have NO idea how good." Cat wiggles her eyebrows and follows his directions to the finest detail, emerging in the blind spot and stepping out onto the balcony to shiver like a good, dutiful, and cold little thief.

Gambit has posed:
"I take your word for that. For now, chere."
On the ledge he slides over and sits down, letting his boots dangle off while the wind whips around them, dashing hair and loose clothing to the chill.

"We only got to wait for alarm to die down and them to get bored, then we can carry on. I hope that suit is insulated, it a bit nippy."

"I got a new game of Tetris on my phone if you get real bored. I admit, I did not expect to be entertaining."

Black Cat has posed:
"Oh, on the contrary. I feel like you spend most of your life being entertaining." Cat smirks at the twist she's put on the word, and shakes her head. "I've got no use for games on a phone. Life is -much- more exciting."

A gust of wind tousles her hair wildly and Cat disentangles it from her petite domino mask. "Staying at the scene of the crime and freezing. That's a whole new take on the game, for me." She grins and scoots a little closer. "But for the record, I like Tetris. How tightly the pieces fit together. It's very...satisfying."

Gambit has posed:
"We nice and safe here. Never suspect a thing. Make it real easy to just walk away once they done freaking out, at least in that window before they bring in investigators." A lean back against the building and he hunches in to his jacket a lil, then offers up a scarf towards her, it runs to the theme of his color tastes, a dark grey on maroon.

"It kill the time when alone, like I said. But right now, at least I got some company. You uh... definitely gon' be trouble, girl."