Criminals In Waiting-A EEE AU

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Glitcher's POV

12:34 PM

Crrrk...crackle...

STATIC....

"Hello? Testing, testing, one two three..."

"Got them working, Muffin?" Feather asked, crouching down beside me. "Almost there. Hopefully I can get it by tonight..." I replied, looking at the makeshift earpieces and microphones I totally did not steal from the local electronics store. "Well, good luck on your nerdy stuff." Feather said, patting my shoulder and walking away.

I scoffed. "Nerdy stuff" she says, eh? Well excuse me, Miss Un-Intelligent, but my tech has let us communicate with each other during heists instead of yelling across the room to talk and make it obvious!

I'm a part of the infamous Feather Girls group, Number 1 in the city for crime. You'd probably know if you watched the news. Or saw us in action. Or were robbed by one of us. Or something, I don't know.

There's seven of us in the group.

Poison is our safe and password-cracking machine. She works with Wooden Top, our master thief. They're in charge of all robbery and pick-pocketing. (Fun Fact: Feather goes with them, so technically, she's a part of the thieves too...?)

Gumball Machine and Moonstone. Our disguise masters. They can go in homeless costumes and still be disguised. They're in charge of all distractions and obstacles.

There's me, Muffin. The group's technology fiend and hacker. I'm in charge of all stuff related to technology, as previously stated.

Diary. Our spy and the one who knows all–and I mean all–of the in-and-outs of buildings and people.

And then the leader. Feather. I honestly have no idea how she's even the leader. But then, she is a good driver for when there's a car chase coming on. And she's good at quick escapades. And she also founded the group.

We're planning a heist tonight at the Institute of Auctions, the Daring Red Herring is up for grabs. You'll see us then.

6:33 PM

Cars appeared in front of the Institute, the objects exiting them wearing the most fancy outfits. The spotlights illuminated the night sky.

Crrk! Static...

"Alright, Feather Girls, the heist has officially begun! Is everyone in position?" Feather asked through her ear piece. "Ballpit, Sparkler, and Phoenix are in position, by the way!"

"Spinnet and Witches Brew are in position!" Wooden Top and Poison said.

"Glitcher is in position!" I said.

"Locket is in position!" Diary said.

"Okay, good! Remember to look out for those guys. They're always ruining our fun." Feather said.

BEEP!

Eugh. The people Feather's talking about are the Detectives. Consisting of all guys. It's kinda ironic though. A group of female criminals, being chased after by male detectives.

I slowly moved through the vents, keeping a tight hold on my laptop. The Institute is a rather large place, so it would be difficult to navigate the security room...if not for Diary's help with knowing all the secrets of the building.

Suddenly, I heard a voice coming from the right vent. I peeked through it and saw a security object sipping a cup of coffee, staring at the bunch of screens in front of him.

Gotcha.

I had to move back slowly and quietly to fish something out of my pocket. "Come on...where is it?" I said quietly. My hand closed around something round and I took it out. There it is. My sleeping bomb, or as it's actually called, S-B☾M. I took off the safety pin and carefully tossed it out onto the floor.

CLUNK!

The security guard spun around to check the source of the noise, nearly spilling his coffee on him. He stared at the beeping S-B☾M on the floor and picked it up. "What is this little thing...?" I heard him mutter. He stared at it for a few seconds, then...

BOOM!

The red smoke burst from the little bomb and quickly spread across the room. The security guard's eyes fluttered shut and fainted onto the floor. The B☾M isn't that strong, but it can put it's victims to sleep for about...an hour and thirty minutes. I pulled up my bandana to cover my face, opened the vent's hatch, and jumped down.

I opened my laptop and started to try and get into the system's server.

Crackle...

"Guys–we have a problem." Gumball Machine spoke frantically. "Uhm–we lost Feather."

"What-HOW?!" Wooden Top yelled which nearly scarred my ear.

"Let's just say that she got a teeny bit drunk on martini..." Moonstone said quietly.

"How many cups did she drink?" I asked.

"Uhm...uhh..." Moonstone stammered.

"She drank about...ten glasses." Gumball Machine said.

"WHAT?!" Diary screeched. "DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH SHE PROBABLY DRANK BY NOW?!"

Silence.

"Okay, I'm trying to speed this up, I need to shut this system down." I said. "Ballpit and Sparkler, try to find her and get her under control. Locket–when does the auction start?

"It starts at 6:40 sharp." Diary replied.

"Alright. Witch's Brew and Spinnet, try to find the Daring Red Herring before then. Locket, keep watch and keep us updated."

BEEP!

I clicked rapidly on my laptop's keys, trying to speed up the process.

Then...

The screens turned into "You've Been Hacked! :]" image I normally use. That's when I know the job is done. I shut my laptop and climbed up to the vent, shutting the hatch. The B☾M's smoke was dispersing, so I had to move quickly.

6:45 PM

Crack! Static...

"Girls! We got the Herring!" Poison said excitedly. "I think we're all clear."

"Nice job girlssss..." Feather said drunkenly. "Get in the car byyyy 6:50...heheee..."

"Just ignore her, she had another round of martini a few minutes ago." Gumball Machine replied.

"We'll get there, don't worry." I assured.

"I'm driving this time!" Diary said.

"Whatever you say, Locket." Wooden Top muttered.