Loose Change, though most people seemed to shorten his media given name to 'Change', was still a small time villain in the eyes of the law. The name may have sounded lame to those not in on the know, but it came about after the first couple of drops the boy got on some small time banks. He would clear out an entire safe and leave a simple amount of spare change in the center of the floor. It wasn't like these banks kept any kinds of coins in the central volt, let alone a couple of silver and copper pieces. Nope, this was his calling card and meant far more than people would ever imagine - at least to him it did - but no one would ever know why the coins meant anything because he was hardly a blip on the radar.<br/><br/>Until that night.<br/><br/>The sun had sunken into the hills. Street lights illuminated the roads in artificial light and businesses closed down for the evening. People had dispersed from the city center's business district and were either on their way home to loving families or onto the bar line streets to fill their stomachs with liquor and their minds with stupor.<br/>Pace Banks wasn't one of those people. He didn't want the night life or the warm embrace of a loyal family, he wanted something far colder than that.<br/>Cold.<br/>Hard.<br/>Cash.<br/><br/>Looming in the shadows of a deserted ally way, Pace's lips held parted as he slowly breathed the night again. The boy had never held too much in the way of nerves one way or the other, but he liked to taste the air around him before a heist, it gave him a sense of the place. He knew it was strange, but Pace had never been the type to fit in, so this really wasn't going to be something that kept him up at night. Besides, standing in a dark ally, he doubted anyone would even see him or at least not until he wanted them to.<br/><br/>"Where the fuck is this guy? You said he'd be here and so far, I can't see nothing Joe." A burly man, standing squat against his counter part, rubbed the back of his neck as his eyes searched the near deserted scene. He was clearly feeling some nerves because it looked, even from this distance, like he was sweating buckets. Was this his first time to the party, because he sure as hell didn't look ready.<br/><br/>"Shut your trap Kelson, he'll be here, we've been planning things thing for months. He'll be here." Joe was a tall, string bean of a man, so thin one would think he would disappear with the win. To look at the two, there couldn't have been a better description of brains and brawn. Except there were no brains to this outfit, the only thing lanky boy would have on short ass sweater would be that he was the one to capture Change's attention. He'd clearly spent long enough looking for the right partner for the what they were plotting out. The two men had been trawling the dark web, setting out feelers for someone to take up the job. A tech that could hack the largest vault in the city. The Keystone vault.<br/>Keystone had to be the biggest and riches banking company in the world and their daddy of all banks was sat right there, across the road, lit up like the forth of July. It was like it was<i>begging</i>to be infiltrated.<br/>Once the seed was planted, it took little time for offers to flood in for the two men. Hackers from all over the globe were throwing their hats in asking for their chance at the biggest heist the world had ever seen. But there was only one young hacker that asked for nothing more than the 'experience'.<br/>Yes, it seemed too good to be true and it had taken some time for Pace to convince the men on the other side of the computer screen that he was legit. He didn't want the money?<br/>Seriously?<br/>No you dumb ass!<br/>Of course he wanted the money, and he was going to take it all. He just needed those dumb fucks as fall guys.<br/><br/>Taking on the biggest bank in the world was going to leave behind some casualties and Pace sure as hell wasn't going to let himself be a fall guy. He'd been eyeing the bank for weeks and knew the chalk drawn, play ground map out of the plan and place tweedle-dee and tweedle-dumb had made out wouldn't even make it through the front doors. He had his own plans...<br/>..and with what he had in store, he knew those guys would be struggling too much to even keep their mouths shut from slack jawed gasping to question anything about what he was doing, where he was going or why he wasn't sticking to the plan. His plan was better. His plan would get him the money and most importantly....<br/>... his plan would get him out safe and sound and with his pockets lined in green.<br/><br/>Pace had zoned out, a habit he wished he didn't have but didn't take too much mind of until it was close to 'too late'.<br/>He filtered back into the conversation on the mention of his name.<br/>"Change? As in, Loose Change? Are you fucking kidding me!? That hack's a joke!" Big burly was about to blow a fuse as string bean nudged him in the side, hushing things down, the guy was making a scene for no one to see. No one, but Pace of course.<br/><br/>"Hmmm... is it getting warm out tonight or are my ears burning because someone's talking about me?" Appearing from the darkness, Change only took a couple of steps to emerge from the ally and lean against a far wall. The two men turned to the sound of the apparently magical appearing voice.<br/>There wasn't much about the young man's figure that could be called intimidating. In fact as his body recline against the wall and he lifted a hand to slick back the cheek bone length jet black locks, the boy looked down right chilled.<br/>But there was something else there, the presence, the aura, whatever you would call it. Joe and Kelson couldn't place it, but they felt a chill as their eyes met him.<br/>Change's lean figure was draped in black but the clothing choice could hardly be described as something out of a super suit catalogue. Instead he wore simple black jeans, a loose grey t-shirt that fell past his hips and hooded sweat shirt and hung open at his chest. The only thing that gave him away as a 'super' was the mask that painted so closely to the skin on his face, it was hard not to think of it as a skin.<br/>Black with a shine of latex, the mask sat over his face and masked any form of humanity. In this thing he had no defining features. No lips, no nose, nothing. The only thing that gave any likeness to the human race was the position of the eyes. Dark hollows lay where Change's eyes should be, like indents for the sockets but no eyes held within. It was the stuff on nightmares.<br/>Maybe that was why it was looking like their blood was running cold. Burly boy certainly didn't have anything to say now.<br/><br/>"Ah, well, seems the gossip is over. Shall we get this started then?" Shrugging, he pushed himself from the wall and took long strides towards the back, not worrying about any cameras, witnesses or anything else that he could have been caught on. What where they going to search for, the normal looking boy with the nightmare mask? It was hardly a description.<br/><br/>Heading inside was a breeze because Pace held something no other petty criminal had. Every door was open for him, even those that were closed. Pace could walk right through any of them, literally, because he could walk through anything. Intangibility.<br/>Pace wouldn't just blink and appear in another room. Oh no. He would walk through every fibre of the wall, which made it real easy to unlock the thick, impenetrable doors of the Keystone unbreakable safe as he was stood in the hollows of the door, pushing every lock undone by hand and watching the security fall away.<br/>Keystone, those dumb asses, they were so sure of themselves they had no physical presence of security at all.<br/><br/>Filling his back pack, pockets, shoes and any other available space on his body with cash, Pace set a small device on the floor. A piece of tech he'd bought on the deep dark web from a dealer who was experimental in future tech. With the push of a button, almost all the cash in the room was sucked into the box, along with a good majority of the air.<br/>Pace coughed a little and straightened himself up.<br/>"Holy shit it worked..." He breathed to himself with a half impressed smile beneath his mask.<br/><br/>"You didn't know it would work? How do you know the money's in there. Listen... Change .... don't fuck with this money. It's all ours remember." There was a crackle in Pace's ear. The other two had thought they were the brains of this operation, but really they were sitting ducks. Pace had rigged the cameras long before that day on previous visits to cut out when he entered each door. It would look like a fuzzing glitch for a split second, nothing to be alarmed about, but that way no one would see Change entering or leaving any part of the building. All that would be left of him was the small change in the center of the vault.<br/><br/>Now it was time to leave.<br/><br/>With a roll of his eyes and a chuckle of his lips, Pace kicked hi left leg out through a red beamed sensor.<br/>He could hear the hollering through the coms device in his ear as the other two men were asking what had gone wrong before they began to panic. Within seconds the guard bars would be falling from the ceiling and trapping them both were they stood... but there was always a way out for Change and before the sound of sirens even began to wail through the streets, Loose Change was striding from the front doors, tossing a small box up from his hand and catching it as it fell, that wicked smile on his lips again below the emotionless mask.