The night air was warm but a cool breeze would blow by every so often. The streets below the Louvre Museum of Art were bustling with people but the museum was quiet since it was closed. The building held many fine works of art but Alyssa McGreen had her eyes on a particular piece, the Mona Lisa. Many have tried to take it for their own over many centuries but she would be the one successfully get the original. She had made a perfect replica right down to the casing and had it strapped onto her back in a special backpack to keep it safe. She had become an expert when it came to counterfeiting paintings and the like.<br/><br/>This operation had taken her weeks to plan out with all of her mapping of the Parisâ€™s undergrounds, streets, and the museum itself.  She had set up scramblers to ruin their cell phone and radio signals and she had also hacked their system to set up replays of the same film on their monitors. The tricky part had been fixing the pressure plate on the painting since it would directly alert the police if the painting was even lightly nudged. It was a difficult task but she had managed to pull it off but it would not take too long until someone realized something was off.<br/><br/>She shimmied down to the one of the windows that she had previously loosened so that she could get inside. It was close to the painting she was after and so she waited for one of the guards to walk by before she made her move. When he was around the corner she made her move by quickly slipping through the window and silently landing on the floor. Her footsteps barley made a sound at all as she swiftly made it to the painting. She grinned under her dark mask that hid her white hair and fair skin just in case any of her fail safes actually did fail her. The only thing the camera or anyone else would notice was her height and build; and of course that she was female.<br/><br/>Even though she was sure everything was going to go fine she had a rush of adrenaline running through her system. Her heart raced but her hands remained steady and cool as she reached out for the painting she was after. When she pulled off this job she would be a billionaire since the buyer for this piece was offering a Kingâ€™s ransom. After she had removed the real painting from the wall she took out the fake and put it in the originals spot. This was all done within seconds and soon the original was in her special backpack and she was off, like a shot, to the window.<br/><br/>Silently she closed the window behind her and made her way back onto the roof of the building. She remained as low to the roof as possible and out of any possible light. She had chosen a might where the moon was not shining so that she would have a better chance at not being seen by anyone on the ground. She made her way over to a service ladder that led to an alley way. From there she planned to head down a series of alley ways until she came to the entrance to an underground system of dead ends and darkness but she had mapped it all out.<br/><br/>When her feet touched the ground and had turned around her heart stopped but then she chuckled, â€œStill after me, mon amour?â€  She spoke in a thick French accent but it was something she had always done when in a new country. She picked up their accents so that most would not know her true voice, â€œQuand allez-vous donner de ce jeu? This game of cat and mouse will have to end someday Detective Devoniso.â€ This man had been on her tail ever since she had become infamous and every time he always got so close but she always managed to escape him, â€œOur little chase in Greece was not enough to sate you?â€