Watching Chris' progress gave Beth at least something to do as she leaned against her palm, already bored with the fact that she was now on people watching duty. It was hard to think that bank heists could ever be boring but eventually: you had to realise that 90% of a good heist was just watching the scared people and making sure they didn't do anything stupid or heroic. The other 10% was the fun stuff: the guns, the car chases, the getting paid and the occasional banter you got with the actual career heist guys: The ones who had funny stories and cool attitudes and aliases that didn't sound better on a porn star. 

Glancing down at the camera again, she saw Fist-o and the blonde bimbo make their way down to the vault itself. She had a view of the top of the stairs, but that was it: no camera underground. The whole bank set up had her wondering what kind of schmuck installed the camera system, because there were more gaping holes in the CCTV's infrastructure than Beth had imaginative ways of saying 'go fuck yourself.'

Either way, Beth found herself bored with looking at nothing on the cameras, so she decided to take a tour of the peons. As she stepped on by, most of them shirked away from her, as if moving back a couple inches might make them invisible to the small woman who knocked the security guard into next fucking week with a single blow. She sat down in one of the bank's many benches and just looked at one particular hostage: a kind-of-yummy looking schmuck, if not for the 'Oh-shit-please-don't-kill-me' look in his eyes: nothing was less sexy than a pussy. "Hey, hey numb nuts."

The scared looking guy glanced up at her, managing to squeak out a "W-what?" before his voice cracked.

"Be honest with me, who is hotter, the blonde bimbo cash clerk or me? I promise not to shoot you if you're honest."

The man seemed to pause, confusion replacing terror for a second. "I-I couldn't say. You've got a mask on, so I can't...be...sure."

Beth rolled her eyes under the latex mask, annoyed at the answer, but not faulting it. "Fine then: would you fuck the bimbo?"

"Uh..."

Beth looked down at him, mask's gaze fixed on him in something close to disapproval. "Don't pussy foot me whateveryourname is. I want a real fucking answer."

"I...I guess I would? She's pretty hot."

Beth muttered something under her breath, before she got to say anything more, a large boom seemed to echo through the bank itself, telling Beth that Fist-o had begun to actually pull his weight. Beth was ready for the man to hurry up and bring the loot, but the job phone began buzzing, and she felt like punching someone. 

She answered the phone, listening to the words of Fist-o with a growing annoyance. “Are you fucking kidding me? I expected you to waste my time by fucking that whore you got down there, not like this. I swear: if shit starts going wrong when I get down there, it is so on you.” Cutting the phone off on her end, the driver grumbled down the stairs as she suddenly felt a desire to punch something…anything would do. 

Two minutes was all it took for the figure of Beth to appear in the doorway to the vault, mask taken off because of how uncomfortable the fucking thing was. She looked at the tied up blonde bimbo with a smile, and then turned back to Chris. “Glad to see you had the balls to actually shut her up, fist-o. Now why did you call me do-“ 

Suddenly, the woman was silenced as she spotted the rather large looking artefact inside the vault: and nothing else. She looked over at Chris with an annoyed look on her face. “So this is what we are after? Seems a pretty fucking bizarre thing to hire us for, not that I’m complaining.” Walking forward, she decides to get a closer look at the artefact, as well as the odd little jewels on the floor. She reached down and picked up a particularly big blue gem: cold to the touch and glowing like a piece of ice.

She held the gem, mesmerized by the glow of the gem as she idly touched the artefact. As soon as her hand connected with the box, something strange happened: a little blue flash and a sudden sensation of cold shooting up her arm had her recoiling in shock, stepping away from the box in a moment of scared terror. During that same moment of terror, the lustre of the blue gem seems to fade a bit, as if empty.
“The fuck?!”

It was just in that moment that a noise scared the living shit out of her: the sound of an alarm buzzer being set off. Someone upstairs must have gotten behind the clerk’s desk and pressed the big red button. “Oh for fuck’s sake. Now we have the fucking 5-0 to deal with, as well. Fucking fantastic: all because you feel the need to show me your box.” She wraps a hand around the edge of the artefact, trying to lift it but finding it just a little too heavy. “Fuck me. Grab that red gem and the box limp dick, we need to go, now.”