2 weeks ago...[/b]
Sunday started off quiet, as Sunday's are wont to do.
The people at Bank of America certainly looked it. So early that most of them weren't even half finished with the cappuccinos and other such complicated coffees that had bought not five minutes earlier at whatever nearby coffee shop the swore up and down was better then the rest. It was this laziness and laxness that the people Ilaria Suzuki, better known as Puck, counted on.
That...and her opening distraction.
The car that exploded through the huge row of double glass doors, amazingly, hit no one. It did, however, scare the living bejezzus out of anyone it just nearly missed. Some would say it was precision skill that pulled something like that off, but in truth it was purely luck. The car rolled and bounced a few times before coming to a stunning stop by slamming into the reception desk that, oddly enough, was empty as well.
A quick shot of gunfire followed soon after, and it was then that the people inside were privy to the group of black clad, almost cliché looking robbers that had invaded their quiet Sunday morning. The leader, a tall man with a black mask
(they all had black masks, so it was hardly a distinction) walked forward and, oddly enough, bowed.
“I would kindly ask everyone to be silent.” he said, his voice not very loud but in the current state of the room it sounded almost booming. “We have your attention, and I am grateful for it. Now, please, gather in the center of the room while my associates have a chat with the bank manager.”
And that was that. The few people that were in the bank gathered up to where the man had indicated
(under gunpoint, but still) and two others went of in search of the bank manager. No gunshots were fired
(or, non heard anyways) and the crew gathered seemed almost
bored. One of the group, however, didn't really fit in the rest, and that was indicated by her questions, as well as her look.
“Kitty...” she spoke, twirling her long teal hair on a finger nervously. She had a black mast like the rest, but she had cut holes on the top for her pigtails. “I was not told why I need to throw that car. Perhaps Kitty can explain it to me?”
“Ugh, Puck...” The woman shook her head as she holstered her P-90 and crossed her arms. “We needed to stun them, make an entrance. See how they all shut up and complied? Would YOU wanna mess with someone who can throw a car?”
“No, I guess not...” Puck clasped her hands behind her back before rocking on her heels. “Just seems like an awful lot of trouble just to get some money.” She looked thoughtful for a moment
(or at least as thoughtful as someone in a black mask could pull off anyways) before she shook her head. “And this will help us, yes? They will give us back the store?”
“Hopefully, yes.” Kitty muttered, keeping her own doubts to herself. The “incident” they had a few months ago was painful enough as it was, and she didn't want to think on it again. “Now shoosh. Here come the guys.”
“Hey boss.” One of the guys dropped a bag on the floor and nodded. “All there, like you said. Retirement gig, this was. Bounce, you got us?”
“Yup.” A slender young female walked up and took the handles of the bags that were on the floor
(about four of them) and vanished. A moment later she reappeared, nodding to the leader of the group before walking over to Puck's side, taking a moment to glare at Kitty.
“Very good team. I'm proud.” He nodded to each of them and then held out his hand, which held several devices. Now take these. I will contact you when it comes time to split the money. If you don't hear from me in three days, you know what to do.”
They all nodded as they all took the small earpiece that the leader had in his hand. Instantly, the woman named Bounce took Puck's hand and vanished, leaving behind several pairs of very amused eyes. Kitty sighed, shaking her head.
“You're her friend.” The leader said, patting Kitty on the shoulder. “Puck does not seem the type to abandon those she calls friend.”
“She blames me for losing the store.” Kitty mumbles, crossing her arms and looking away form the leader's eyes. “And...everything else.”
“She also seems the type to forgive.” He said. Now go. Even though Slice cut silenced the alarms, it's only a matter of time.”
“Right.” she said, nodding to the team in turn before dashing off.
-*-*-*-*-
They landed in a heap in a comfy looking condo, to which the location none of the team had really been privy to. The teleporter only brought them here through the means of her power, and the only one with enough geographical knowledge to simply look out of the window and know where they were was their leader, and she
never brought him here.
“Ow!” Puck sighed and sat up, rubbing her sore bottom. “Why did Bounce have to get us out of their so quickly?”
All she got was a shrug before the other woman yawned, stretching and lying back on the floor they fell on. She pulled her mask off and sighed, her Asian featured contorted into one of pleasure before she sat up.
“We did it. The money is ours. You can get back your store, and I can get back my life.” She hugged herself, beaming with pride. “All thanks to Ryan. Good guy, really.”
“I guess so.” Puck stood up and walked to the bed they were nearby before sitting down. “Why did Bounce not bring Kitty? Our orders were to split up. We are not very split.”
“No one knows we're here.” Bounce shrugged again, a seemingly favorite gesture of hers. “And even if they did, they don't know HOW to get here. So we're safe.”
“But what about Kitty?” Puck finally pulled off her own mask, her hair slightly frizzy and sticking up at all ends. “Bounce left her behind and she will not tell me why.”
The teleporter stared long and hard at Puck for about a full minute before turning away. She didn't say anything because she didn't want to ruin the odd friendship she had with the small woman, so she simply shrugged and got up, walking to the kitchen area before saying anything.
“Kitty can make her own way.” she said finally as she began to pull food from the fridge. “She's capable. And...she told me to look after you.”
Puck blinked, then blinked again. “Kitty told you that? To watch after me? Why do I need watching after?” The pout she displayed was rather pathetic to the point where Bounce abandoned the tomato she was cutting and walked to Puck, placing a hand on her cheek.
“Because she knows you. Now go wash up. Time to eat.”
Puck nodded solemnly, blushing at the contact with Bounce before dashing off to the bathroom. Bounce watched her go with a slight frown on her face, shaking her head. The small girl was entirely too gullible for her own good, and while this was a one time job she knew that, out of all the people she had worked with these past few months to get this job off the ground, Puck was the one with the power and ability she would need to
really get her life back. She walked back to the kitchen and picked up her cellphone and dialed a number.
“It's me.” she said, her voice low. “I want my daughter back. I have what you need.” A beat. “Yes...even a replacement.”
