Guiding Star

Chapter 1- Long Con:

Roman twirled her necklace in her hand, "Sam you gotta help me with this one." Roman said peaking around the corner, her gun loaded and her scenes on high alert.

"I'm already on it Romie." Sam said shimmering into existence besides her. He walked down the halls and looked around. "It's all clear, i'll lead you to the vault." Sam said Roman trailing after him as he lead her down the marble corridors.

Roman was a anti hero. The whole justice and peace thing made her stomach sick, but true villains made her sick with their will to hurt the defenseless. Instead Roman took money from the high and mighty and gave it to the poor, in a way she was Robin Hood; the Robin Hood that still kept some of that money, she had to survive somehow.

"Romie hide." Sam said vanishing and Roman pushed herself against the wall. She waited until she heard the footsteps dear her hiding stop. She kicked her legs upwards and slammed her hand downwards, the guard fell to the ground. She picked up his cap and slipped it on. Her body changed to match the guards. Her necklace still resting against her neck as she made her way to the vault.

"You remember the codes?" Sam asked looking to Roman who nodded.

"2163, for today, tomorrow it goes up a digit." Roman said pressing the code in. The door swung open and she saw the cash sitting there in stacks. "I'd say help but your dead." Roman said giving Sam a playful glare.

"Well this spirit watches your ass." Sam said standing in the doorway, Roman loaded the bags full of money and zipped hem shut. "Alarms, Romie we got to go now!" Sam said from the doorway and Roman threw the guards hat off and spray painted her logo on the wall before bolting down the corridor.

"Go let then right." Sam said moving ahead of her calling out directions leading her to the front of the building.

Roman entered into the lobby and found herself surrounded by guards, "Pro hero's are on the way now." She heard the walkie talkie buzz and she rolled her eyes.

"Drop the money and put your hands up!" A guard called trying to buy time until the Pros got their.

"Sammie you got to do something." Roman whispered raising her hands above her head. The lights flickered suddenly and Roman covered her head. Every glass window surrounding them shattered, light bulbs popped and the chandelier in the middle of the lobby fell with a boom.

While the authorities were obviously busy trying to figure out what happened Roman made her way to her motorcycle which was parked around the back. She grabbed her duffel and she felt Sam take his place inside her necklace. She pulled out her keys and jammed them into the engine. Wasting no time she started her motorcycle and tore down the streets. Taking streets and alleys that citizens weren't legally allowed to take. Her engine reverberation against the walls, a loud echoing purr followed her to her shabby little apartment. She parked her bike and pulled the tarp over her bike she smiled as she saw Sam besides her once more.

"Home sweet home." Sam said flexing his hands letting the power dim and turn back on. Roman rolled her eyes and slung the duffel bag over her shoulder and pulled down the ladder to the fire escape.

"Check the apartment." Roman called as Sam hummed a tune up the latter.

She climbed up the latter and entered her apartment. She threw the duffel onto the couch and let down her hair. She pulled off her jacket and cracked her knuckles. She glanced to Sam who was shaking his head but she sat down on the couch.

The couch bent under a new weight and she looked up to see a dark haired man. "Robbing a bank and leaving before the Pro's get their is rude." He said with a sigh. "It was quite easy to track you as well, you should cover up your tracks."