Annabeths P.O.V

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Annabeth's P.O.V.

"FREEZE!!!!!!!" was the first thing I heard when the door behind me that led onto the roof swung open soon slamming behind Mr I'm-an-FBI-agent-so-stop-what-you-are-doing-and-listen-to-me.

Idiot. 

Rolling my eyes I continued walking towards the edge of the building. 

"I SAID FREEZE!!!!!!!!" he yelled louder. 

I just ignored him and continued walking. I swung the container with the painting inside over my back.  

"SIR, STOP AND HAND OVER THE PAINTING!!!!!!!!!!"

 Sir?!?! SIR?!?!? I growled inside my head. 

"Number 1," I announced pulling my hood off my head letting my blonde locks tumble out. 

"I am not a man but a woman." I replied, anger lacing my tone. 

Hey, he called me a man and that's very offensive. 

"Number 2. What makes you think that I will hand over a painting that could get me lots of money, huh?" 

I unzipped my coat revealing my harness snugly wrapped around me. Bending down I picked up the rope and with practiced and fast fingers I attached it to my harness. Giving him a crooked and smug smile revealing my white teeth and saluting him with 2 fingers I faintly heard a 'Stop!' as I stepped off the edge of the building. About 30 seconds later the pulley stopped, I unhooked myself and ran off into the darkness of the night. 

The Scarlet Storm thief was gone again.

Ha.


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