The Final Caper

2. An Introduction

Har ya go! The real first chapter!

Chapter 1 - An Introduction

The city was quiet. All noise had stopped, lest for a couple of cars and stray animals lurking in the alleys. Every building's power was shut off except for one on the corner of a busy street, its windows glowing with a faint green light.

Many pairs of eyes were watching the building, but only one had the audacity to investigate.

A lithe figure dressed in a red coat with a red fedora danced across the rooftops quietly, sticking to the shadows to stay hidden. She cleared the rooftop of the building right in front of her target and pressed herself against the electrical box.

She drew a red compact mirror from her coat and flipped it open.

"Player," she whispered into it, "Please tell me you're there and not stuffing your face with food?"

The camera on the mirror had been broken, and she hadn't gotten a chance to fix it, so she took the silence as non-affirmation. She sighed exasperatedly and was about to close the mirror when the person on the other end started speaking.

"You were calling Red?" a voice crackled through the small mirror, and the red-coated girl perked up.

"Great!" she said, "You're here. I'm in position, and so are Nico and Bianca. Disable the camera's and door passcodes now."

"Jeez," the voice on the other side muttered, "So demanding! Can't you take a second to enjoy Dubai?"

The girl looked around impatiently, then stared back down at the broken screen, "There, I took a second. Now can you-"

"I got it, I got it," Player grumbled, "The cameras are disabled. Working on the entrance door for your escape."

She smiled and turned around to make sure nothing had changed with the scenery. A figure caught her eye, located at the window view of the second floor, the same floor she was entering from.

The person had green night-vision goggles and was wearing a black and green skintight suit, with orange tiger stripes lining the area near her thighs and neck. Her stringy brown hair was down like it always was, her face set in its permanent scowl.

"Tigress," Red said, using her mirror to zoom closer into the second-floor window, "Looks like we're having another run-in with my least favorite frenemy."

She had always disliked Tigress, even when they were sort of friends at school. It was a shame that she couldn't seem to remember Tigress's real name. It was something along the lined of Clara, or maybe Carla.

It didn't matter. They were on different sides of a story, and that's one thing that will never change.

Red peered over the electrical box, and her eyes zeroed in on the 5th-floor balcony. She closed the mirror and clicked her earpiece to get a better connection with her "eyes on the screens".

"I'm going in," she said, pushing her earpiece to make sure her companion heard.

"Okay, preparing for a light's out on floor 2...." he said, trailing off as the girl shot out a cable with a connecter to the wall on the balcony of the 5th floor.

"Red?" Player asked, a hint of confusion in his tone.

"Change of plans," Red said, tipping her hat down to fit more snugly, "We're going to crash a party on floor 5."

She took out her clamp, and fastened it onto the cord, before pausing. She raised an eyebrow, even though nobody was watching her.

"Or can you not do it?" she asked, her voice sweet, "If you can't do it, I'll gladly ask The Troll to do it for me."