On the Run [ChicagoOkie/TheGoldenTouch]
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				Title: <strong>On the Run [ChicagoOkie/TheGoldenTouch]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>04-05-2014, 02:11:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/102/3/f/steampunk_vest_by_marcoribbe_de-d4vwto2.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>If it isn't nailed down... Its mine.</em></span></div><hr><hr>The metal was warm under her pale hands, claws sheathed safely away avoid any noise to alert those outside her self-induced prison inside the duct. Putting herself inside the cramped space was not only questionable, but pretty stupid, if she was caught. Raleigh was not worried about that however, since who looks inside ducts on a regular basis? Or could fit to come after her? The lithe body curled as she considered her next turn, scuttling quietly on hands and knees in an agile way that only the rare human could even hope to replicate. Pausing as she reached a potential exit, her head cocked to the side with her brilliant red locks sliding over her shoulder, considering the possible outcomes of reaching her destination from here. Her ears, while still looking very human, had small tuffs of fur on the pointed tips that vibrated as she listened for sounds on the other side of the metal grate.<br><br>Working for Airship O'Reilly was rarely dull, and this job was one of the more influential ones of her career as a thief. Hired on because of her attachment to one of their best, Raleigh McAigean had no worries in her skill to complete the job. What she did question, was putting the stolen information in the hands of her employers. It could change everything about society, and probably for the worst if it was sold to the highest bidder. The female had been questioning the morals of delivering the package intact for the duration of her trek through the facilities' air ducts. Yes, no, maybe... Was it really worth it?<br><br>Raleigh popped the rivets on the grate, catching them in her gloved palm and tucking them into her pouch. The muscles flexed beneath her skin as she lowered the grate gently to the plush carpeted floor. Her icy blue eyes flickered over the cushy surroundings, the dark wood gleaming in the low light. Her boots scraped along the furrow where the grate fit into the wall, and she froze to listen again. Raleigh's chest rose and fell a little more rapidly, adrenaline suffused in her veins. To be captured deep within the corporate office of Nereid Industries would leave her imprisoned or headless. Airship O'Reilly wouldn't bail her out and risk attaching their name to her crime.<br><br>All the potential problems swirled in her head as she approached the computer terminal on the ornate desk on the far side of the room. Her time was dwindling to meet her ride at the rendezvous point. While Raleigh's skills in hacking were nothing to sneeze at, she was using a piece of equipment gifted to her from a friend. Attaching it, she crouch down to wait, her tail curling around her body in a nervous gesture. The download and deletion of the original file crept along at a snail's pace, making her itch to dive back into the duct. Too long... Too long. The barely audible beep startled her out of her worry, and she turned back to the terminal. Glowing letters informed her that her job here was over, and she all but ripped the connection apart, ready to escape the suddenly stifling space.<br><br>The return trip through the duct felt infinitely longer with the storage device burning a hole in her leather pouch. Raleigh spilled into the darkness outside, creeping away like a... Well, the thief that she was. Halfway to the meeting area, she knew what she had to do. It wasn't a question of money, just of morals- her's. Could she left information like this become a pawn in a bidding war? The clearing loomed before her, and she hid in the line of trees, griping the bark under her hands until she felt like she was going to scrap off skin. The adrenaline she felt inside Nereid Industries was nothing compared to the fear that griped her very soul in this moment. Crossing Airship O'Reilly- could she do it?<br><br>Her eyes searched the gloom for the man she knew was waiting for her. He would be the one to come after her when they realized Raleigh was never coming to give them the information they hired her to retrieve. Heart thumping rapidly in her chest, she crept silently back the way she had come. Losing herself in the darkness, she quickly planned to go into hiding- to disappear... If he didn't find her first.
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