《LA FEMME ROUGE》Los Angeles
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Carmen's POV
I wanted to go in wearing a dress.
But V.I.L.E. could have eyes here.
So instead I gotta sneak in.
Good thing these rich people are too focus on buying objects for quadruple the value to notice me.
I snuck through the vents and found my ways to the storage room.
I quickly and quietly got out of the vent and found what I wanted.
But there was a guard.
He looks tired anyway.
I shot a dart into his leg and he passed out.
He'll wake up in a few hours.
I took the duffle bag I brought, opened it up, and pulled out a blanket.
I grabbed the statue and wrapped the blanket around it.
Then I put it in the bag.
Fragile things are expensive.
Then I escaped through the vent.
Once I was outside, I was in the clear.
~~Time Skip~~
I turned on the com.
"Yes?" Asked Maelstrom. "Do you have the statue?"
I showed the statue to them.
Then I put it back into the bag.
"Take it to the drop site." Said Countess Cleo.
Then I looked at my own cellphone.
"I'm looking at my account and I don't see anything from you." I said.
Their faces grew angry on the com.
"Nobody gets paid until we get the treasure." Said Countess Cleo. "Or is that that Helmet too tight?"
"Yeah, that don't work with me." I said. "Money first. Treasure second."
"This isn't funny." Said Maelstrom. "Do your job."
"You know, I think the statue would look great on my bookshelf." I said. "Or I could just return it. Security might be doubled next time you want it."
Maelstrom sneered, then nodded at Bellum.
Bellum looked at a screen and typed something.
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I looked at my cellphone and the $500k was added to my account.
"There." Said Maelstrom. "Satisfied?"
"Very." I said. "Now double it because you were being jerks."
They were taken aback in anger.
"You can't be serious." Said Brunt.
"I'm about to get a sore throat for all the singing I'm gonna do about you guys online." I said. "And this statue is going on my bookshelf. Or I might give it to the Police."
Maelstrom sneered.
"If you keep sneering at me," I said. "I might ask for triple."
Maelstrom sighed.
"Pay her." He said.
Another $500k was added.
"Hold on a minute." Said Brunt. "We'll pay another $500k if you show us your face."
I smirked under my Helmet.
"What I look like is the million dollar question." I said.
"And we paid you a million dollars." Said Brunt. "And we'll throw in another $500k if you-"
I turned of the com and dropped it.
I stomped on the com, breaking it to pieces.
I'm not giving the statue to V.I.L.E.
I left it on the steps of the Los Angeles Police Department.
Did you really think I'd steal for V.I.L.E.?
I forwarded the money to charity.
All in a day's work.
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