"Choke, choke again, I thought my demons were my friends
Pity me in the end, they're out to get me
Since I was young I tasted sorrow on my tongue
And this sweet chocolate gun does not protect me."
- Korn

Sarah slept part the next day, her green eyes having grown heavy by seven in the morning. The motel bed would have been considered uncomfortable to the normal person, but considering she had slept on less for many nights and days, she was thankful to even have a bed to sleep on.

She woke up around noon, her eyes still heavy yet her body refusing to let her fall back asleep. The only information she had been given was there was four of them, that she would only stumble upon them at night- most likely during a crime scene, and not to be alarmed by their appearance, she would know them when she saw them. A scenario had played in her mind, and she had run her plan by Karai, who seemed to like the idea as well.

All she had to do now was prepare. She decided to do this in the Museum of Natural History, a place that would most certainly be alerted on a police scanner. Karai assured they would most definitely show up for that, long before the police would get a chance. Sarah however, was unsure. Breaking into somewhere like a national museum would certainly gain the attention of the police, very quickly at that.

She wasted no time getting ready. After taking a quick shower, she dressed in some thick black leggings, allowing for stealth and easy movement. Her combat boots came on after that, followed by a black tank top, then her dark hoodie. She also wore some dark gloves, that way no fingerprints would be left, and used an ebony scarf to wrap around her face and neck, concealing all her features except for her freckle splashed nose bridge and emerald eyes. She tied her red hair up into a bun, pulling the hood over to conceal it.

She slipped her daggers into her boots, and added a few more miscellaneous blades, and a single pistol. She hated guns- they were cowardly to her, but she always kept one on her in case the need for it arose. She had her morals, but she wasn't stupid. By the time she felt mentally prepared, it was half past ten at night, and she decided now was as good as ever.

She decided to scale the alley ways and rooftops, knowing her attire would attract attention and suspicion, which was the last thing she needed. It didn't take her long to reach the museum, and she made her way to the glass roof, waiting patiently as the security guards made their last rounds. While she waited, her eyes scanned over the smaller items- things she might actually take with her if she had the time. Her eyes fell upon a necklace, the large emerald gem shining as a flashlight passed over it, the delicate gold chain glittering. Her fingertips began to tingle, suddenly getting a case of the jitters.

I need that necklace.

A wicked grin split across her hidden face as the last guard locked up the doors, making his way for his truck. Five minutes, that's how long she would wait after he pulled away. The seconds inched on very slowly, her eyes not once leaving the necklace, mesmerized by the deep green gem. She was never a jewelry type of girl, so she wasn't sure what her fascination was with the necklace, but every fiber in her being screamed that she had to have it.

After the last minute finally rolled away, the redhead wasted no time locking a grappling hook to one of the window panes, wrapping the rope securely around her waist. With all of her strength she jumped onto the nearby glass, the loud shatter splitting the air as she tumbled through, straight down to the marble flooring below. Normally she would have been more stealthy about breaking in somewhere, but she had to get the attention of these four men, apparently.

Alarms started to ring all throughout the building, bright red lights spinning around like on an old police car. She paid no attention to them, simply walking up to the glass case that contained the necklace. Crouching down slightly, she decided to read the metal engraving explaining about the mysterious item.

                           Emerald of the Desert

This piece of jewelry was found in ancient Egypt, near the coffin of an unknown pharaoh. Not much is known of the item, but there were hyroglifics showing different women of power wearing it,                    passed down for many centuries.

Sarah's green eyes looked at the fine piece of gold and emerald in amazement. Women of power.. Without hesitating, she pulled her arm back, smashing her elbow into the glass. Carefully, the picked up the necklace, before stuffing it into her back pocket for later. Turning, she stood for a few seconds, noticing no one had come yet, the glass from the ceiling sitting in the middle of the floor, the rope still hanging there.

Where are they...?

Not long after the thought washed over her, she heard what sounded like a motorcycle approaching, and before she could pinpoint where it was coming from, someone on said vehicle came barreling through a nearby window, even more glass flying before the tires came to a screeching halt against the marble. Her eyes squinted for a second as she tried to make out who the stranger was. All she could tell was he was dressed in some bulky metal suit, and didn't seem much taller than herself- maybe four inches or so.

Putting her hands on her hips, the assumed to be male stared directly at her, his headlight on her form. A smirk tugged at her lips, even though he would be unable to see it.

"Well, you're certainly not who I was hoping for. However, looks like this party is going to roll right on."

Apparently there was more vigilantes in this city than the four brothers mentioned before, and Sarah wasn't about to stick around and find out who this fifth one was. Turning, she shot past him at full speed, her eyes focused on the rope which would lead to her escape.

"You ain't going anywhere."

The deep voice sent chills down her spine. Whoever it was, his words hung with an uneasy malice, making her wonder if she had gotten in a little too deep this time. Before she found ponder anymore on the thought, a large hand grabbed her around the waist, slinging her backwards. Within less than a second, the back of her head smacked into a concrete display, and if it weren't for the bun on the back of her head taking most of the impact she might have split her head open.

Groaning, her green eyes fluttered open, trying to make out the blurry figure making his way towards her.

"And just what is a small girl such as yerself doin' out at this time of night robbin' museums an stuff?"
What an obnoxious accent.

Another groan left her as she sat up a bit, shaking her head momentarily. "What's a freak like you doing out at all?" She spat back, completely irritated with how this entire thing had gone. She didn't get a verbal answer, instead she got a tight hand around her throat, lifting her up so her legs dangled below her, her eyes wide as she clawed at his arm, struggling to breathe.

"I ain't a freak," he growled lowly, almost sounding like a rabid animal.

Then she saw red and blue lights, and cursed herself for not hearing the sirens sooner.

Shit. I am not going to jail.

Gritting her teeth, she mentally apologized to him before reaching in her boot, pulling out one of the blades, slamming it down into a spot on his shoulder where the armor split, and she was rewarded with him letting go, and letting out an agonizing bellow. She yanked the blade back out, not minding the dark blood that coated it as she slipped it back into her boot.

"Even though this was fun, I think it's time I take my leave. Adios."

Winking at him, she assumed he would be glaring at her through his helmet, but decided not to ask or find out. She then leapt upwards, her gloved hands wrapping around the rope. Hauling herself upwards, she reached the roof, wrapping her rope as she went, and unlocking the grappling hook. Taking one last glance down to the scene below, she froze, seeing nothing but the glass.

Where the hell did he go?