Owner	Pose
Floyd Lawton	A plan is a plan. Dr. Chester Braun was quite an avid art collector. More than that, he was the owner and operator of an /extensive/ global criminal network. A mover and shaker of the world. He was using some of his influence to try and open a brand new exhibit in the Metropolitan Museum of Art: the shining jewel? An artifact known as the 'King's Diamond', a 545 karat brown diamond worth millions of dollars, potentially even billions to the right buyer. Only problem? Chester had a hit on him. He was standing in the middle of the Museum, seemingly gesturing for people to move his wares and items. Except....on an opposite rooftop... A man in a red and black suit seems to be setting up a custom-made Sniper Rifle, cocking the hammer back, sliding back the chamber, inerting the bullet. He takes aim... Deadshot hunts tonight.
Felicia Hardy	Any time a diamond of that repute finds its way into her city, the Black Cat may come a crawling. In this case, she has found her way into the ventilation system, which is a tight squeeze and makes her wonder if perhaps she has been having a few too many donuts. But she is now above the room watching Dr. Braun and his minions arrange the exhibit. And all she has to do is wait for them to set up the diamond and leave, and she is fairly confident she can navigate her way through the defenses. In and out. Quick and easy. And something like this? Might just stay in her personal collection.
Floyd Lawton	A deep breath taken. "Come on. Step to the left or I kill two with one." Deadshot's voice was serious. Focused. His eye sharp as he looks through his scope. Course, as Felicia is working her way - tight fit or otherwise - through the ventilation shafts, she may yet find that Dr. Braun has the diamond /on his person/. Making this /quite/ difficult by the sight of things. It might be a measure of waiting for him to set it aside, the diamond most /certainly/ in the briefcase he holds in his hand. Meanwhile.... Floyd is slowly gliding his finger to the trigger, ready to fire. A few more seconds and Dr. Braun will be missing quite a bit of his receding hairline. There's cameras, there's eyes. What will Black Cat do?
Felicia Hardy	The Black Cat is very patient, when it comes to the hunt. She is impulse and capricious, but when she is waiting for the right opportunity to strike and make off with her ill-gotten goods? She can wait all night. She marks the briefcase with her eyes, imagining that that is likely where the diamond is. All she needs to do is let the right opportunity fall into her lap, and it's all hers.
Floyd Lawton	Black Cat's patience is rewarded.... Soon enough, there seems to be a red dot on Dr. Braun's head. "Sir, you-!" Too late. Floyd's finger pulls on the trigger with barely half a pound of pressure, the firearm suddenly rattling as hammer explosively meets the bullet, sending it flying out of the barrel with brutal precision. In a mere instant, Dr. Braun's head is turned into a faint pink mist, the bullet going through cranium and causing his body to fall to the ground hard. All the while, the briefcase /thuds/ to the ground with unnatural heft to the boxy bag itself, leaving it easy prey for the Black Cat
Felicia Hardy	There is a part of the Black Cat that worries that the single shot is just the start of many. But the rest of her realizes that chaos is her friend. She slides the grate over and drops down while Dr. Braun's men try to figure out what is going on, landing lightly on her feet and with one hand on the ground as she casts a quick gaze back towards the source of the bullet. Not that she can see much of anything, but helpful to know if the place is about to be swarming.
Floyd Lawton	Deadshot pulled that trigger. The entire museum is in disarray and as one of those guards seem to speak into their wrist, the entirety of the museum goes into lockdown. Yet, as Felicia looks off through that distance, she may yet notice that there's a glint of metal. A shooter, /the/ shooter, looks at her. Dead in the eyes. He could take that shot if he wanted to. But instead, all she might see if the figure giving her a two-finger salute. Deadshot pretty much has what he came for. But now he has to make it look like it was just some random op. A few more shots ring out into the darkness, a knee buckling underneath a guard, a hand lifting to a shoulder, and hands wrapping around the stomach as three men go down from rapid-fire gunshots. Short burst. Three rounds, three targets, three hits. Debilitated, but not dead.
Felicia Hardy	As far as Felicia is concerned, the shooter is doing her a favor. She grabs the briefcase and makes a dash towards the large window that the hail of bullets is coming through. As long as none are coming at her, she can use the weakened glass to get out, and then the diamond is hers!