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"ALARM IS dead." Scott announced over his comm before the sound of a window sliding open was heard by everyone.

"Nice." Luis replied, glancing at the house. Christina leaned back in her seat, glancing out the rear-view mirror before moving to the side mirrors.

"All right, I'm moving through the house." Scott informed, followed by the sound of more ruckus. The four listened to keys jingling, Scott shuffling down stairs, and the sound of a lock turning.

After a pause, Scott spoke up, "There's a fingerprint lock on the door."

"It's gonna a what?" Luis asked. "Ernest didn't tell me anything about that." he glanced at Chris. "Did you know about that?"

Christina blinked before shrugging. "I-I can't say I do. Haven't been in that house in ages."

Luis frowned. "Aw, man. Are we screwed?"

Another pause. "Not necessarily."

They all listened in silence as Scott rummaged around in the house. Christina's face scrunched up. "What are you doing?"

"I'm cured super glue over his fingerprint, so I can..." he stopped talking for a moment to unlock the door. "Get in."

Christina smirked. "No shit..."

"No alarms have been triggered. He's in like the Flynn." Kurt added, eyes trained to his laptop screen.

When the door opened, Scott sighed over his comm. "Oh man."

"What is it?" Luis asked.

"Well, they weren't kidding." Scott said. "This safe is serious."

"How serious we talking, Lang?" Christina inquired, remembering what the safe looked like.

"It's a Carbondale." Scott said disappointedly, followed by his boots on the floor. "It's from 1910. Made from the same steel as the Titanic."

"Wow." Luis breathed. "Can you crack it?"

"Well, here's the thing. It doesn't do so well in the cold. Remember what that iceberg did?"

"Yeah, man. Killed DiCaprio." Luis answered.

"Killed everybody." Dave added.

"You know that Leonardo DiCaprio isn't actually dead, right?" Christina asked, raising an eyebrow. "His character is dead...not him." she paused, no body responding to her. "It's important to me that you guys know that."

"Did not kill the old lady. She still throw the jewels into the oceans." Kurt commented.

They all listened in on Scott breaking into the door with his drill. After the sound of pouring water confused everyone.

"What are you doing?" Luis asked.

"I poured water into the locking mechanism and froze it with nitrogen. Ice expands, metal doesn't."

"Smart move, Lang. You might actually be smarter than I anticipated." Chris said with a smirk.

"What are you doing now?"

"Waiting." Scott replied before a loud explosion made everyone jump. "...Nice."

"Well, what is it? Cash? Jewels?" Luis questioned, growing excited.

"It's a-a suit!" Scott groaned, dumbfounded.

"What?" Luis spat, shocked.

"It's an old motorcycle suit." Scott explained, the sound of leather and fabric rustling.

"There's no cash, no jewelry? Nothing?"

"No." Scott sighed, slamming the suit down. "It's a bust."

"Aw, I'm really sorry, Scotty. I know you needed this score."

Christina's face dropped. "Well, take it. It might be worth something."

When Scott didn't respond, Christina could only hope he took it with him.

          A FEW days later, Scott decided to return the suit after finding out what it was capable of. Upon his return of what he stole, he ended up in jail. That's when Christina got the call.

"He's here. It's time."

Christina pulled the phone away from her ear before ending the call. Standing from the couch, she sling her duffel bag over her shoulder before heading out the door.

Hauling a taxi, she made her way to Hank's place. Glancing at the time on her phone, is was early in the day. She let herself in, dumping the bag by the door before moving to the dining area. There, Hank was seated at the table, drinking tea.

She joined him, flashing him a tight lipped smile before pouring herself a cup. Skipping any sugar or cream, she raised the cup to her lips. "He knows about me yet?"

"I don't believe so."

Hope walked in, her heels clicking loudly against the wooden floor. Christina glanced at her as she took a seat across the table. "Morning, Hope."

"Good morning." Hope looked to her father. "Why do you even need this guy? Me or Christina could take down the servers and Cross wouldn't even know it. We don't need this guy."

Christina tried to suppress a smile, happy that Hope still thought about her.

All three turned to Scott tiptoeing in; trying not to step on or get bitten by the bullet ants littering the floors.

"I assume that you've met my daughter already, Hope." Hank said, folding the paper down.

Scott nodded. "I have. She's great." When his eyes met Christina's, his face dropped. "What are you doing here?"

"This is my associate—" Hank started, but was cut off by Scott.

"What, so you're some kinda double agent? Is your name even Christina?"

Chris sighed, dropping her head. "Yes, Scott. My name is Christina."

"Hope doesn't think we need you." Hank interrupted, trying to divert the conversation back on topic.

"We don't." Hope confirmed as Scott hesitatingly sat himself beside Chris. "We can do this ourselves."

"I go through all this effort to get Christina to get you steal my suit, and then Hope has you arrested." Hank added, motioning to his daughter.

Hope frowned. "Okay, we can try this, and when he fails, I can do it."

"Please, if it's anyone, it's me who will do it." Christina argued, turning her eyes to Hope. Hope glared at her.

"She's a little bit anxious." Hank said as Hope turned her eyes down to the papers in front of her. Hank poured himself another cup of tea. "It has to do with this job. Which, judging by the fact that you're sitting opposite me, I take it, it's one you're interested in."

"What job?" Scott asked skeptically.

"Would you like some tea?" Hank suddenly asked, holding up the glass pot.

Scott nodded. "Uh, sure."

"I was very impressed on how you managed to get past my security system." Hank praised, pouring him a cup. "Freezing that metal was particularly clever."

"We're you watching me?" Scott asked, eyes widening.

Hank leaned back in his seat. "Scott, I've been watching you for a while. Or, should I say, Christina's been watching you for a while. Ever since you've robbed Vista Corp."

Hank slapped a news article in front of him, with a picture of a more youthful Scott, reading 'Former Vista Corp Employee Implicated in Elaborate Heist'.

"Oh! Excuse me, burgled Vista Corp." Hank corrected himself, to which Christina chuckled.

Scott; feeling betrayed, shot a look at Chris who brushed it off.

"Vista's security system is one of the most advanced in the business." Hank further explained. "It was supposed to be unbeatable. But you beat it. Would you like some sugar?"

Scott blinked, quickly nodding. "Yeah, thanks."

Hank looked down at the table. There, two ants crawled towards the cup, each holding a cube of sugar. Scott frowned, shaking his head. "You know what, I'm okay."

The ants turned, pushing the sugar back towards the bowl.

Scott pointed to the insects. "How do you make them do that?"

"Ants can lift objects fifty times their weight. They build, farm, they cooperate with each other."

"Right, but how do you make them do that?"

They watched as the ants climbed up the side of the bowl to place the sugar back.

"With this," Christina replied, pushing her hair behind her ear to reveal a small device, looking similar to a hearing aid.

"We use electromagnetic waves to stimulate their olfactory nerve centre." Hank added, turning to tap his own device behind his ear. Scott's eyes were still wide, staring at Hank. "I speak to them. I can go anywhere, hear anything, and see everything."

"And still know absolutely nothing." Hope said, standing from her chair. "I'm late to meet Cross."

Scott let out a sharp breath, raising his hand.

Christina sighed, grabbing his wrist to lower it. "Scott, please don't raise your hand ever again."