Non Ducor, Duco 〈 Mikayuu 〉

❌2- Night Job❌

The contraption attached to the frame of the window lowered me slowly, head first, my feet wrapped around it. My arms were bent to hold the upside down rifle to my face in identical positioning, peering around the broad room. No security, and the alarms on the windows were easy to breach. Typical. Hovering above the ground, my legs undid themselves and went above my head, flipping me to my feet, gun held in my grip tightly. The dark room was made visible through the goggles covering my eyes, although it did show in my field of vision as a Turquoise. The thick heels of my boots made little noise as I landed, de-attaching myself, allowing the rope to stay in place as my body spun to the displays.

My pace wasn't quickened by fear I would get caught, rather, slowed by knowledge that I was safe. It should be mentioned that the way I walk is... borderline feminine. It happens at odd times, mostly at night. I believe that may be because of the spandex and latex infused cat suit I wore. Great for mobility, if you ask me. My boots reached up to my calves, not daring to go any further. If it did, I would be absolutely dying in all of that heat absorbent material. Scanning the glass casings, I came across a tall pedestal, glass casing rather high. Feeling around the base of it, I traced the square outline of a hidden compartment, peeling it open with a gloved hand. A set of number upon buttons was beneath. My left hand snaked into my boot as I stood, phone coming into sights. I typed with one bare hand, the other holding the small electronic device, still gloved. An initiation to assist in breaching the security within.

"Hyacinth." I called out, the goggles now upon my head so I could properly gaze at the screen.
"Yes?" A voice that was low and calm reached my ears, the electronic hum that Cynthia had ever so present with it. Hyacinth was her twin program, created by one unknown to me. Cynthia was made using the same basics.
"Begin sequence. Is anyone here?" I asked, pulling open my email.
"If there was, I would tell you, Mikaela." She sighed.
"I know." I muttered, beginning to type a message towards those who send me my jobs, notifying them that I had found the artifact.

There was a beep that resounded, although it was in fact positive. Just as I was about to pull open the display, there was a loud and abrupt scuffling sound accompanied by a thud, and muttering. My eyes widened, phone disappearing into my boot, glove back to its home on my hand, the other pulling down my night vision goggles, the dark room changing color. There was a man on his knees, rising to his feet abruptly. pants, shirt, gloves, shoes, and hair. All black. His goggles must have been green, and were obviously the cheapest pair possible. His mouth was covered by a vice modifier going from his nose down his neck.

He tensed up upon my entrance to his field of vision. "Hello." He said cooly, sauntering over. No, he was heading past me.
"I'm gonna take this if you don't min-" He began, about to open the case. My leg kicking him a ways away. Well. Into a wall, actually.
"I do mind." I muttered, pressing my rifle to his chest once he fell to the floor groaning. Instead of shooting him and leaving behind blood- although it would have been fun to frame whoever this bastard parading about like he was all that. Instead, I hit him in the shoulder with the butt of my gun, rendering in pain.
"Ah, shit. I didn't expect you to do that." He breathily chuckled, rolling his head to the side as he clutched both his shoulder and stomach, black hair cascading over his goggles.

I said nothing, swung my rifle over my shoulder, opened the case carefully, and took the artifact from the stand. An ancient Khakkhara, kept preserved for years. Holding it in my left hand, I attached myself to the rope dangling from the window, metal snapping together as I was lifted in a seated position, the staff dangling beneath me. The only sound made was the rope hauling me up, and the metal rings clashing against one another. I saw the other figure below glance up to me and look to the floor with a very loud, dejected sigh. I chuckled at his misfortune, putting my legs above the window frame, bottom of my feet pressed to the other window away from it, pulling myself out, Khakkhara last to leave.
"How long do you think he's gonna be down there?" I asked, glancing down as I shut the window he entered, along with mine.
"A long time, without a doubt." Hyacinth said in my earpiece as I climbed down the building, calmly walking through the empty streets.

In the dead of the night, the black market is typically at work. I myself was a part of it, taking any jobs given to me. Tonight was stealing an ancient artifact to be sold. I left it at an abandoned warehouse, where it would be taken the next day.  It was quite curious to know another person had received an identical job. But, I never truly cared. I did question it, of course. Not actively to those who present themselves above me, but towards Hyacinth.

"Oooooh, Mika, you got more muscles," Cynthia cooed as I stood with my elbows on the counter, chin in my palms with the catsuit pulled down to my waist.
"What did I say about monitoring my bodily statistics?" I sighed.
"To stop doing it. But it's in my programming, I honestly can help it!" She went on to insist that she couldn't control her programming. My hair fell in my eyes, which I fixed by brushing it back into place with a hand.
"I need to start tying up my hair." I muttered to myself, clicking through the news. I stopped at the mention of myself, glancing across the room to the television on a short coffee table like stand.
"In the past two years, these two unnamed criminals have had spikes in their deeds. But reports say they've been here for a long time, it seems." A man began.
"Did you hear what the media's calling them? It originated from a news article and began spreading. They're calling them Blue and Green." A woman added on. It was obvious why I was called blue- It was all they saw. No recognizable features. Just blue. I assumed it was the same for him.

I was not going to fret on the matters, though.

That, is for another day.