Stolen Goods

"Alright, so does everyone understand the plan?" Morgan asked, looking around at three of their henchmen. They were the only ones in the warehouse, standing around a table with a set of blueprints stretched out under the industrial lights. As each man nodded, Morgan sighed, rolling up the papers.

"Does everyone have their tools? Earpieces? Flashlights? Emergency rations?" As Morgan listed each item, they waited for the affirmative before moving on. "Good... You know how dangerous this is... This is your last chance to back out."

There was a moment of silence, but no one moved. Morgan grinned and put out their hand, palm down. "All for one?" They said, smirking as three hands joined theirs in a stack.

"And one for all!" They cheered, throwing their hands into the air.

They all moved to the other side of the warehouse, a jet with The Chadster's logo on it waiting for them.

Stealing the jet had been the easy part, Morgan's brother used the same password for everything, but the documents they were after now would be a much harder heist.

Morgan climbed into the pilot seat, readying the engines as the other's strapped in. The craft began to hover, the wheels retracting into the body as the loading bay door slowly raised. Then the jet vanished, as if it was never there, hiding itself and its occupants from the world as it flew off, heading south.

* * * * *

The heist was going perfectly. Morgan had been able to hack their way past most of the security to get to the vault door thanks to the blueprints, and now they just had one more hurdle.

One man stood guard as another held the light for Morgan to tackle this last retinal scanner to get into the vault. Then they just grab the documents and get out.

"Fuck..." The sound of the curse from the villain made their henchmen nervous. "The damn thing is fused to the wall." Morgan whispered, the black cloth hiding their face also helping to muffle their voice. "Look around for an access panel, there must be one close by."

Two flashlight beams swept the hall in a practiced manner, searching for some kind of access point. One beam stopped suddenly, though, centered on a beautiful golden cat. Morgan had to stifle their reaction to the adorable sight, especially as the feline padded towards them. "Well aren't you just adorable~" Morgan whispered, kneeling and pulling out a packet of tuna from their rations.

"Um... boss...?" one of the henchmen asked as Morgan offered the opened tuna.

The cat sniffed the air and moved closer, eyes on the other as he started to eat the fish.

Morgan paused at the sight of those golden eyes and they glanced back at the scanner. "I wonder..." he said, turning back to the cat. Those eyes were so similar. It just might work.

They shifted their weight a bit. "Alright, handsome... I need a favor." They breathed, trying to calm the cat as they stroked it gently. "I'll give you sardines in return." They continued, gently picking the cat up. They made sure to support the animal gently, still letting it eat the tuna as they moved back to the scanner.

"Boss... what are you doing?" the henchmen asked, the guard glancing back as well to witness the villain's shenanigans.

"You know how Alex's eyes look right?" Morgan asked.

The man shifted nervously. "Just because he has the eyes of a beast, doesn't mean a beast can trick his scanner." He hissed.

Morgan chuckled. "Hey, I like Alex's eyes." they joked. "Besides, this might be our only shot. Go ahead and run if you want." They lifted the cat gently, turning it to face the scanner. As the red light passed over the feline's eyes the three villains held their breath.

A green light clicking on, followed by the sound of the vault opening filled the silence and Morgan let out a sigh of relief. "What a good kitty." They purred, as their henchmen ran into the vault. They knelt down, setting the cat back on the floor, and pulled out a can of sardines. "For your trouble." They said, opening the can and setting it down before the cat.

The golden eyes held Morgan's own green ones for a moment before the cat moved to eat more of the fish.

"Boss, we've got it, let's get out of here."

Morgan stood and followed their henchmen as they evacuated, leaving to where the final henchman waited with the jet. He turned the cloaking off briefly to allow the other's inside before turning it back on and flying off.

Success!

* * * * *

The sound of bickering could be heard in the security office as three of Alex's minions stood around a large screen. One woman was off to the side, controlling the computer, searching feverishly through the footage of the last few hours for something, anything, that might save their skins. "I- I can't believe I let you guys drag me into this." She hissed as she scanned the footage.

"Come on, we have to hurry, if we don't find something on the thieves, the boss will kill us all." One of the men said, watching another bit of footage on the screen.

The woman continued her search. "If you had just done your jobs, you wouldn't be in this mess. You were on duty tonight, not me." She pulled up one more feed, pausing it. "There." She said, going frame by frame to find a single image of the jet before it cloaked.

As she started playing with the display settings to clear up the image, a cat padded into the room, licking the last of the sardines from his lips. He wound his way through the desks and chairs and up to the group.

The men were so focused on the image on the screen that they didn't notice until they were knocked back by a sudden force. A man stood where the cat had been, silhouetted against the screen as the image became clearer. A beastly golden gaze locked on the get away vehicle, able to pick out the tell-tale logo of the Chadster.

"So... the fairness association thinks they can steal from me?" Alex purred as the three men struggled to get away from their angry boss. "Well done, Miss Severine... now, please guard the door. I must deal with the failure of your colleagues."

The woman wasted no time in following that order, closing the door and standing guard, though she was sure it wasn't necessary. No one was going to come anywhere near the security office with the screaming coming from within.

Minutes felt like hours before the screaming finally stopped. The door opened and Alex stepped out, splattered in blood and gore. "Miss Severine, please call housekeeping. Tell them to bring extra bleach." He purred, his voice as calm and dark as ever as he picked a bit of viscera off his vest. "I'm going to deal with this thief personally."

The woman swallowed hard, saluting her boss as he walked away, leaving a gruesome trail behind him. "Yes, Sir."