Margery office complex.  Thirty-two storries up, one disabled alarm, one priceless painting wrapped in a sealed tube and bagged.<br/><br/>One cat burglar in daisy dukes and a sports bra wondering why sounds keep seeming to be amplified, why she can hear her own heart racing, the water in the pipes, the steps of the security guard outside...<br/><br/>Damnation.<br/><br/>One portrait stashed in a purse, one scantily clad girl timing the opening of the door just so that she stumbles out and into one lonely security guards arms.<br/><br/>"Oh, no," beautiful, wide dark eyes widen in concern.  Beestung mocha lips plead.  "Mr. Veritas told me not to be seen leaving his office.  My agency is supposed to be discrete, if his wife finds out...  Officer, can you just escort me out the back door?  I'll make it worth your while if you pretend I was never here."<br/><br/>When you hear about the big bad wolf, it's in stories like this, even if Disney they don't tell them that way anymore.  This one didn't know she was a big, bad wolf...<br/><br/>Not yet.