4412/AIMing to Steal

AIMing to Steal
Date of Scene:	15 December 2020
Location:	An Isolated Warehouse in New York
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Lyle Marston, Jacqueline Falsworth

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Lyle Marston has posed:
AIM, as everyone in the know knew, was a scientific terroristic group dedicated to world conquest. To achieve this end they have invented many horrific devices to aid in their endeavors, devices that often ended up being destroyed by meddling heroes. AIM, like all terrorist networks, needed funding and support and had a network of loyal supporters scattered all over the world to provide them this support, one of them being one Sir Duncan Cross, the head of a British Export firm.

Sir Duncan, a rather portly man with a big temper, had been under covert investigation by MI6 for years over his suspected connections to AIM. Recently however, the investigation had been transferred to M13 after a recent disturbing piece of evidence had been uncovered via a wiretap. Apparently, Sir Duncan and his AIM cohorts had stolen something from a jungle tribe in South America, and were planning on transferring it back to Europe using one of Duncan's American warehouses. To make matters worse, the stolen idols were rumored to have supernatural properties, something that AIM had been known to exploit in the past.

That was how MI3 ended up sending one of their tops agents to a warehouse belonging to Sir Duncan's company located in Jersey City. Their was obvious AIM activity in the area, as evidenced by the patrolling AIM troopers, or Bee-Keepers as they informally dubbed. However, there was no way of knowing that there would be a third party after the idol.

La Raton, real name Lyle Marston scowled down at the downed AIM trooper, who was currently a groaning, unconscious heap lying at his feet. When The Mole had informed La Raton about a stolen idol now in the possession of a corporation, Lyle suspected security guards, not dammed AIM Troopers. But, the people who owned that idol wanted it back, and Lyle was determined to get it back, consequences of crossing AIM be dammed, Lyle began to stealthily make his way across the warehouse parking lot with Sir Percy, his ever-loyal raccoon, perched on his shoulder. As he moved, Lyle turned to his pet and said,

" Do keep an ear out from trouble Sir Percy. These AIM Troopers are much more dangerous than your average crook."

Jacqueline Falsworth has posed:
From Spitfire's perspective, getting in and out of Cross' warehouse really should be child's play. Step one? Disable the perimeter guards.

From Marston's perspective, the best clue that something strange is afoot at the warehouse is best illustrated by a flash of fire in the distance. A golden streak of light follows the perimeter, lasting only a few seconds at best. There's a wind that accompanies it. A passing breeze that accompanies the fading flame. He probably doesn't see anything more than that.

But the perimeter guards cease to be a problem.

That doesn't mean there aren't more guards within, as both he and Spitfire well know. The MI-13 agent pauses in the shadows, deciding the best way to breach the doors. It occurs to her that waiting for someone to open it, perhaps because their fellows don't check in, is really the most convenient method. Why smash when you can dash?

Lyle Marston has posed:
As Lyle made his way across the parking lot he swore he saw what looked like a small flash of fire in the distance. Suddenly, he felt a swoosh of wind rush by, which was quite unusual considering it was supposed to be a calm night. As Lyle continued to make his way across the parking lot he slowly started to notice that there was a suspicious lack of guards guarding the outside of the warehouse. Lyle's eyes narrowed as he pulled out one of his pistols, something wasn't right. Lyle then began to sprint to a ide-door, wanting to get out of this area as fast as possible.

If Spitfire were paying attention, she would notice quite an unusual sight. She would see a man dressed up as an eighteenth century aristocrat running across the parking lot towards what appeared to be a side door. Even more unusual was the fact that there was a raccoon clinging to his shoulder, holding on tightly as he ran. Suddenly, the man knelt down by the door and seemingly began to pick it.

Jacqueline Falsworth has posed:
To Spitfire, the man and his racoon are veritable statues as they run. She actually has time to evaluate his clothing. It causes a brow to rise briefly as she whips past. But she pauses in the shadows, away from him, watching as he picks the lock. It saves her the trouble... if he's quick enough.

She leans against a wall, arms crossed over her torso lightly. She listens for sounds of stirring within, a surprise attack or something. But the night is quiet.