The smoke slowly left mickey's lips and calmly drifted out in all directions, dissipating in the night air. He needed to relax a little before he pulled the job, he always did. Walking slowly down the street with the "funny" smelling cigarette in his left hand, he looked back over his shoulder at the only other building still open for about a mile in either direction, a 7-11. There was one car at a pump and two parked at the store, probably employees. He turned his head back and finished the joint, then dropped it on the sidewalk putting it out with the heel of his hi-top. Tonight, Crash was going to break the law. He was wearing a backpack, and it was almost empty. He needed money, the cash he had brought with him was almost used up. The fastest way he knew how to make money was dealing. And the one supply there would always be demand for in New York? Guns. He looked up at the roof of the gun store. about 10 feet over his head, next to the gun store though, was a three story abandoned apartment building. Likely abandoned because of the proximity to this "sanctuary" Crash had heard about.

After climbing up the fire escape to the roof of the abandoned apartment building, Crash looked over the edge at the gap between buildings. At the ground the alley was about eight feet wide, give or take. He looked at the roof of the gun store, about twenty-five feet down and thought Yeah, no problem. He walked back about half way to the other edge of the roof, and turned around to face the right direction. He started running, about as fast as he could, measuring each step so that the last step he took, was his right foot pushing as hard as it could against the edge of the rooftop. He flailed for about two seconds before he landed and rolled, looking around to find an entrance into the building that would not set off the alarm. And there it was. He walked over to the small hatch near the back of the roof that allowed for roof access from inside the store. He couldn't open the hatch, that would set off the alarm. But that's what his friends in the backpack were for. He pulled one of the straps off, opened it, and pulled out a pair of goggles, and a small blow torch. The metal that these hatches were made out of were very thin. It would take only a few minutes with the torch before a big enough hole was made that he could drop through. Crash just hoped no one saw him make the jump.

It was late, but Aura liked the Night, it was easier to hide from cops and with her less then flawless reputation, she was pretty sure the Humans would just kill her. Still the Gun shop had failed to pay up again, despite a steady flow of customers. Aura figured it was time to remind the human who owned the business just whose territory they were in. She knew the Human who owned the shop sometimes stayed late, but she had picked a night, that would have been unusual to do so. She wanted an example not a gun fight, As fun as it was to disembowel a human, Lori liked them alive to pay them money and the Humans were starting to take up some action against the more rampant criminals like herself.

She was surprised and might of even missed it had she not been watching the building for an entrance of her own, but she saw a figure land and roll on the roof top. Glancing back, Aura saw a kitty corner building that was taler then her own perch. Aura Looked down after walking to the edge of the building, and jumped onto the fire escape, her Aura protecting her from the impact, though still making more noise then she would have liked. Looking around, and seeing no one she quickly made it to the top of the building and scanned the roof.

Aura located him by the light of his torch, this guy was good. Aura Made no attempt to hide herself as she walked roughly half the distance to the figure she could now see was male. "A Little late for maintenance arnt we?" she said calmly, she made no attempt to stop him, and left her aura a plain outline of her body. Aura figured if the guy was human she could just hit him with a hammer, and watch the police try and figure out what happened, if not she might have a new friend.

The crackle of the super-hot flame burning and melting the metal sounded kind of like a high pitched, scaled down rocket engine. Looking at the flame shooting out the nozzle, he came to the conclusion that, basically that was it. For a moment he zoned out, staring at the torch. I could probably figure a working jetpack. All the while humming a tune, thinking about flying. He had made a dotted circle in the roof with small gaps in between the cooling pieces of metal. He was just about done with it, when through the crackle of the torch he heard someone's voice he shut off the torch and pushed the goggles up on his forehead. Without turning around to face whoever, he stood up, and looked at his handiwork.

"Sorry, what was that?" He said before stomping down on one side of the circle, making some noise, but not a lot. The circle hung on one small piece of untorched metal, like the lid of a tin can but pushed in rather than pulled out. "I couldn't hear you over the sound of robbing thi-" He stopped when he turned around and saw a young woman standing on the roof with him. "Oh. Well hello there Miss.... what did you say your name was?"

"My Name is Aura" She said and as if to demonstrate she raised her hand up, and her Aura surged up her Arm thickening there until an Axe formed, then the axe, shifted and became a sword. Despite this the Aura around her body had stayed consistent and remained so after the sword faded back into her pink Aura. "And i can see your robbing the place, after all i was planning on the same thing" She admitted with a shrug. It was true after all, though she had not planned anything on dealing with the alarms.

"The owner is human" she said simply, but an obvious hint of hate peaked into her tone. Aura failed to mention she was robbing the place due to late insurance payments. "Personally i prefer my own weapons to a gun, but they have their uses" she said as she walked closer. The gun was a weapon she had failed to master for whatever reason she was lucky to hit anything when firing and probably dangerous with allies nearby.

"Your either a dumb human or a well prepared mutant" she said looking to the blow torch. "The Question is which. She said looking at him. If he was human, Aura mused as dark thoughts of a bloody message to the shop keep took hold in her mind. "I don't work so well with humans" she said. She thought he was a mutant from the jump he made. Still she was curious on his power however assuming he had one that could be shown.

Oh, cute. She has a 'mutant' name Crash thought to himself. He smiled listened to her monologue for a minute. Well, a few seconds anyways. He zoned out for a few seconds to think about what he was going to do about food tonight, before he could sell the guns; he felt his stomach grumble a little bit. I've been longer without food, there's always the dumpster behind trader joe's. He tuned back in at 'dumb human or a well prepared mutant' and waited for her to finish what she was saying while he stepped up on the edge of the hatch.

"Humans, mutants, gazelle, buffalo, trust me babe: we're all just a bunch'a ****ing animals." And he dropped down through the hatch. There was a table set up with a couple of monitors, one watching the front window of the store, the other watching the counter, and register. Lucky day. He thought as he stopped and checked to make sure the cameras weren't recording. They weren't, they would only record if the alarm went off. Better safe than sorry Crash recited in his head, pulling the plug out from the wall. He unlocked the door of the small office and looked up the ladder that led to the hatch to say "The safe is probably in this room if that's what you're after." to his would-be partner in crime. while he waited for the girl, Aura, to join him.

"That we are, some tastier then others" she said with a shrug. A simple yes or no would have worked well enough in her opinion. "The main difference is the superior species eats those below them" She said simply. "I have often wondered what gazelle might taste like, i cooked a lynx the other day, it was not bad" she said, wishing she could get it a little more easily. Lynx were apparently illegal to have for being an endangered species. She could understand the idea of not letting an entire race die out, after all she only thought 90% of humanity needed to die.

She dropped through the Hatch looking around. "He can keep the money, i have no use for it" she said, knowing quite a bit about how much might in the safe. "Im more curious about the gun's and setting an example" she said honestly. "Why you robbing the place?" she asked curiously. She then considered that he had offered her the safe. SO maybe he did not care for the money at all. Looking at the wall she carved an A in the wall in a few quick strokes.