Sneak Thief

The bulding was huge. A towering fortress of technology and stone that sneered at the world and all who dared to defy it. For example, all who tried to steal from it. Nina stared at it from a small bar across the street and sighed in longing for what was coming. This was definitely going on the website. That is, if she managed to get out all right, you never know, she might never make it out.

Nina laughed at the thought. She brushed a strand of her long black hair away from her face so she could look at the clock across the counter. Half-past six. Time to get going. She gulped down the rest of her drink and called over to the bar tender so she could pay for it.

"Leaving so soon, miss?" He asked in a deep russian accent.

"Yup," Nina said nodding and getting up, "I have a job I have to get done."

"You starting to go to job so late?" He asked surprised.

Nina looked up and met the bar-tenders dark blue eyes with her own hazel ones.

"Yes," she said slowly, "Why do you ask?"

"You seem too young to have job that starts so late." He replied sounding concerned, "The only jobs that have such late hours are... well, it none of my business. Forget I ask."

"Don't worry about it, you'd be amazed how often I'm asked that question. Let's just say that I...uh...run my own business."

"It is sucessful business what you do?" He asked now starting to sound suspicious.

"So far." Nina confirmed looking at the clock behind his head. "Listen, I have to go now..."

"It is legal, this business of yours?"

Nina froze. How much did he know?

"It just when eighteen, nineteen..."

"Twenty," Nina corrected him.

"Twenty year old children say they make money in business, they do stupid things like drugs, and I like to see children in prison than on street doing drugs, understand."

Nina understood, and was extremely annoyed. She could say she didn't do drugs, but saw that he was the type of man who was already convinced in his mind of her guilt. She picked up her purse and gave the pokey man a sweet smile.

"Good bye, sir." She said.

"Dobre den." He replied as she walked out the door.

'Drugs! Nina Rowell, drugs?! The nerve of the man', she thought as she walked out of the bar.

She pulled her coat closer around herself against the russian winter air and exhaled a misty cloud as she looked at the building again, the bar-tender already forgotten in the excitement that always came before a job. If she had turned around at this moment, she would have seen the bar tender talking on the phone, his eyes fixed on her. As it was however, she was too busy staring at the monster of a building.

"Taxi!" She called as a bright yellow car drove past.

"Zdravstvujte. Where to?" The cab driver asked when she was in.

"The Hilton." She said and got out a smart phone, ignoring the cab drivers low whistle.

She touched an icon on the screen and a 3D replica of the buildings layout popped up. Almost three-quarters of her pay on the last job went into paying for this little beauty, but looking at the results it produced, it was well worth it. She drew an X on a spot in the inner most part of the building and placed the phone back into her purse as the taxi stopped befor her hotel. She payed the cabby, checked in and walked up to her room.