The mission to retrieve their most recent conquest had been as routine as it could get – at least, it felt that way to Bunny. She had a knack, and a taste, for the unexpected. Getting past the guard of an Egyptian temple had provided only minor challenge to someone who pulled these heists often. Easy, she had thought upon breaking their defense. After that, it was textbook – find the thing, take the thing, leave with the thing. Although, there had been that one minor snag…With nothing less than amusement, she recalled tipping the guard when she had accidentally destroyed a priceless artifact in her overconfidence on the way out. At least it made for a good story.

It hardly mattered now. They were so far in the clear, they were on a different continent. Bunny smiled beneath a pair of large sunglasses as she steered their speeding car through the tangle of city streets. It was a beautiful, sunny day in New York, where her loft apartment was waiting. Her dress seemed to match the pace of the city, and even faster speed of her vehicle. She wore a dark leather jacket over a short tube dress, her feet encased in tall, expensive looking boots. Dressed so boldly, as she typically was, she looked like she belonged to this city and her lifestyle. She was a piece of a larger picture.

She turned that smile on her partner in crime – literally. It was obvious she was feeling quite pleased with herself. Bunny reached over and gave Corey’s hair a playful ruffle with her hand. Carefree, she laughed as they blew through a stop sign. “How’re you feeling, nerd?” she called to him over the roaring wind through her open window. Her loose hair was flying around her face so much, that it was a miracle she could even see the road. To her, it hardly mattered. They’d made this drive so many times in worse conditions that she nearly knew it by heart. Of course, no one could predict traffic patterns. Her eyes finally darted forward at the sound of an angry horn blaring from an intersection she had just left behind.

“Oops,” she muttered. It would be a lot easier to enjoy the spoils of war if they actually made it to her apartment. Last thing she needed was an accident. Not that she wouldn’t survive it – she was starting to believe she was immortal - but she didn’t care to deal with police. She slowed the car just a little until they finally pulled up to her building. “Here!” she chimed as she hopped out of the car, dragging a bag of luggage with her.