Natalia Halden stared blankly at the bottom of her empty glass. It was the fifth one she had drained that day, yet the alcohol had done nothing to stimulate her brain. A thousand plans ran through her head, but none showed themselves to be effective for the job at hand. She set the glass down in front of her and took out her cell phone. Flipping it open to the "Contacts" screen, her eyes scanned the page. This simple action revealed what she had long before determined to be the main source of her problems. Gallagher Industries, her current target, was what one would call... evil beyond all reason. These guys had no morals. They lied stole, and bribed their way to the top of the markets. And they certainly didn't care about who they stepped on to get there. That was Natalia's job. She fought for the trampled. Unfortunately, taking on Gallagher wasn't exactly a one-man job. She had a thief on call, but aside from him her contacts gave little promise. It wasn't like she could call any of her buddies from the agency, her work not being legal. Besides, it would be a long time before she trusted them again. At this point, it looked like she'd have to go recruiting. Still, fist things first, she'd have to inform the team she already had. She scrolled down in her contacts list until she came upon the name she was looking for. _ "Hey Jack,"_ she spoke into the phone as it stopped ringing, _"We've got a job to do."_

Rivera's neighbor was being abused by her husband, he followed him to a Russian bar. He hated Russians but he hated wife beaters even more. Inside the bar he watched the guy while nursing a vodka. The guy was harassing the female employees as well, a real mysognist. After watching the guy for a while and bribing the bar tender a beautiful Russian woman to translate. He learned that the target was a member of the Bratva the Russian mafia. That complicated things quite severely. He couldn't just beat the guy up and threaten his life if he didn't divorce his wife, the wife would at best end up dead with a single bullet in the head. He had two options get her to safety under with a new identity, he didn't have the resources or the friends for that. His only other option was to have the Bratva take this guy down. He needed to know exactly what the target did for the Bratva before he could do anything.

Jack Savage took a deep breath and smiled mischeviously to himself, it had been much easier than he had anticipated, the target had actually provided somewhat of a challenge to the thief, the lasers had worked on a truly random grid pattern and the dogs had almost distracted him long enough with their rough tongues and fuzzy ears. Jack licked his lips and widened his smile as he finally took his prize. It was then that the calming tune of his phone ringer rhythmically wove its way through the air to his ears, "SomeBODY once told me...." "Jack here" Jack responded as he took his phone out of his pocket, putting the target under his arm as he heard Natalia'a smooth voice come through the cellphone "On my way boss, be there in a couple hours" Jack closed the phone and put it back in his pocket as he headed for the exit, making his way through the lasers and dogs and camera blindspots with an unprecedented ease, passing a guard on the outside he approached the front desk clerk and asked a simple question "They probably won't let me take this on the plane, huh? Here ya go, also, play with Fuzzball and Rexy every now and then, dear god...." after kissing the priceless painting, Jack walked away from the baffled and stunned Security guard, still ranting, hands in his pockets, and whistling a tune, he hopped into his car and waved good-bye to the tall pyramid-shaped building as he drove to the airport and boarded the next plane for the states.

Fox sat in a dimly lit bar, her pink lips pressed lightly against a glass of single malt scotch she'd gotten from the gentleman across the way. Her sapphire eyes were lost as she stared off into space with look of discontent and boredom. As a man slid into the chair beside her she snapped out of her daze and pinned her eyes on the man who'd boughten her the scotch which she now held relaxed between her forefinger and thumb, her left leg was propped up on the table at a ninty degree angle with her black high heel resting against the fake cherry wood and she felt no need to remove it as the man set his own drink on the table eyed her leg hungerly "How's that scotch treating you? I hope it's not to strong" a sly smile played at his lips as he lifted his glass to his mouth taking a long pull of the brandy. Rivrin smiled softly taking her own scotch and swirling it around before drinking from the glasses contents, she knew he was hoping to take her home, and that the scotch would make her buzzed enough to make her come willingly, the thing he didn't know was she was actually rather good at holding her alcohol considering how delicate and small her body was. She let the power of a full smile sweep across her face as she rested the glass on her suspended knee "the scotch is very good, and thank you by the way, though I don't know how I'm gonna get home now as surely I can't drive" she let a small pout become apparent in the set of her mouth. She watched as the twinkle in the man's eyes became more prominent "I could always take you home? If you'd like?" She smiled once more her eyes lighting up "Oh that'd be great thank you! My name is Rivrin by the way" she blushed as the man's gaze scanned her body thoroughly "My name is Alex, wanna dance?" He gestured to the small dance floor that was playing some up beat music, with a nod Rivrin stood following Alex across the bar to where the music was playing, he wrapped his arms around her with no added delay and pulled her body close. To easy, she thought as she slipped his wallet out of his pocket as they swayed, she pocketed his cash and replaced the leather fold back in his pants before pulling away from him gesturing to the little girls room and sauntering her way across the bar before slipping into the bathroom.

James hummed as he nibbled on a hot pocket, his computer was currently cracking into a few different million peoples accounts, stealing a penny from each. He would have another few million in a couple of minutes as he worked forging paperwork and online documents relating to a front company he used to show where his money came from, mixing it in with his family's fortune no one would be the wiser. After that he got up and headed to the bathroom, this week he would do purple, yeah purple dye in the hair. He sang softly as he began work dying his hair. A few hours later with a new look he grabbed his sunglasses and headed outside, he was young, rich, and powerful so obviously he drove a Ferrari, a California model to be exact. Grinning he accelerated down the mountain road enjoying his sweet ride. Sadly he would be bored in a few hours, he needed a challenge, something that tested his talents.

Rivera followed the target for a while after leaving the bar. He went to the pier, at night it was known for it's illegal activities. Rivera keps his distance, dressed as he was he would stand out like a sore thumb. If you weren't with the Bratva you were with the elite looking to procure extremely expensive items. He parked in alley and watched for his target to leave. Nine hours pass, countless cars pass still no sign of his target. Another three hours pass and finally his target leaves. He theorized that the target has at least one night shift a week. He went home and slept.

As Natalia waited for Jack's arrival, she wracked her brain once more for an answer. Rifling through some of the research she had, she found herself wishing she had taken that computer course they had offered at the academy. The Google search bar could really only get her so far. From what she currently had on Korban Teidmann, CEO of Gallagher Industries, there was only a few things about him she could tell for certain. One of which was that the man was incredibly vain. In fact, Teidmann was what one could call image-obsessed. Based on this fact, Natalia knew the perfect con to run. Unfortunately, it was a five-man job. She remembered her undercover days as a white-collar "criminal," wishing for about the thousandth time that day that she could go back, that what had been such a large part of her life wasn't over. Then she would have had backup, and a machine for making government-level fake ID's. Oh, how useful that machine would be now... Of course, there could be no going back. She'd have to find backup by some other means, criminal means, most likely. Natalia knew from past experience that she could count of Jack, but criminals with a desire to help people were hard to come by. So how do you get a bunch of criminals to work together on a job? The answer to that was simple: money. Unfortunately, Natalia didn't happen to have much of that particular substance. Then it hit her. **I don't have money...** she thought. **But Gallagher Industries does.**

"I know that face" Jack remarked with a smirk as he walked into Natalia's previously-locked apartment and threw the duffel bag onto the couch, his sunglasses and hat making him look more like a burnout surfer than a master thief. The bearded Thief made his way to the apartment's kitchen and looked through the bare bones that was Natalia's Refrigerator. "So what's the problem boss? plan not working out the way you want it to?" Closing the fridge and walking over to his friend to take her latest drink away, he drained it before adding "My guess is that this isn't helping, seriously Nat, how many of these have you had?" Jack's voice wasn't so much haughty or disappointed as it was worried.