It Happened One Heist

The Hurricane

The museum alarm blared. Someone else had broken in and stolen something while Maggie the Bat was in Night Terror's custody.

The party guests out in the foyer panicked as the museum's security staff made their way in the direction of the west wing.

A black-hooded ninja had just smashed through the glass of a display case and snatched one of the rarest treasures of them all.

After several minutes of keeping her muscles tense, Maggie finally relaxed her arms and was able to slide her hands through the ropes that bound her wrists. She then cut through the ropes around her torso with her nails, destroying the fingers of her gloves as well.

She sprung from her chair feet-first, kicking Night Terror in the shins and knocking him down even as her ankles were still bound.

She cut through the remaining ropes only about halfway when she realized the two goons had drawn their guns. Before they could fire she snatched Night Terror's wooden staff and swung, hitting both the goons' knuckles hard enough that they dropped her weapons. They recoiled like they had just been reprimanded by a painfully stern teacher and her ruler.

The ropes slid from Maggie's ankles as she cartwheeled in their direction and a double-kicked in the male goon's jaw, sending him tumbling across the manager's desk. Night Terror's staff still firmly in her grip, she tripped the female goon from below and knocked her off her feet.

While she was down, Maggie kept her pinned with the staff at her neck.

She reached into the lady's jacket, retrieving the Diamond Snare. "I'll take that."

She was about to make her way out the door but Night Terror had gotten back up and steadfastly stood in her way, his arms and feet wide apart like he was determined to act as a human wall. But Maggie hit him in the stomach with the end of his own staff, making him crumple forward. She then stomped on his foot with her heel.

"You dance for me now, monkey!" Maggie declared as he hopped on one foot.

"Excuse me?!" she heard an offended Monkey Fist exclaim through her earpiece.

"Oh! No offense, Monty." One of the goons lunged at Maggie and she ducked backwards, allowing the goon to bang against the filing cabinet. "Hang on! Were you listening in the whole time?"

"Well, I..." She could hear how flustered Monkey Fist was on the other end as she crawled out from underneath the stunned goon. "Suppose you were to give away my position! I should very well like to know that ahead of time!"

Maggie's mouth curved into a smile as she got back to her feet. "You were worried about me, weren't you?"

"Don't be ridiculous!"

"That is so sweet of you," she teased as she leaned back and dodged a kick from the lady goon, only barely missing her chest.

"Look, I'd love to argue semantics with you but we need to get to our transport!" Monkey Fist reminded.

Over on the other end of the west wing the hooded ninja was up against a wall and looking out a window. Security staff was already gathering in the guest parking lot to ambush their intruders.

"Which might prove difficult..." Monkey Fist added.

"Don't worry," Maggie reassured. The lady goon failed to land a punch, instead having Maggie grab her arm and throw her against the wall. "I got it covered."

With the goons momentarily dispatched, Maggie eyed the still hopping Night Terror. She breezed by him, the light brush of her elbow knocking the masked buffoon over.