Derek quietly made his way back to the skylight with ease. A quick throw of a grappling hook had him shortly gathering his gear back together and resealing the skylight. It took a little extra time, but Derek was usually not one to be careless. At least so long as the gain didn't outweigh the risks. Derek leaped off the roof, and activated his glider. He needed to think about his next move.

It was strange. When it came to a heist, Derek was known to get a excited, but never enough to get in the way of his plans. However, for some reason he felt an urgency. Every fiber of his being told him he needed to make this heist tonight. But that was absurd. Rashin R&D was one of the most heavily guarded facilities in the city, not counting corporate black-sites. No matter how much he tried, though, he couldn't shake the feeling he needed to strike tonight. And no self-respecting thief ignored a gut feeling that strong.

Derek landed atop a skyscraper and pulled out his communicator. Even though it had some of the best encryption an enterprising thief could buy, Derek still didn't trust wireless communication. Derek took a moment to note how paranoid he was, before brushing it off as he always did. Not one time in his career was his paranoia ever unjustified. Still, his gut feeling urged him on, as he called up Myles.
"Well, if you're actually calling me at this time of night, you really...." Myles quipped before Derek cut him off.
"Can it. I don't have much time. I need everything you got on Rashin R&D. Building plans, pass codes, security measures, everything!" 

Myles burst into absolute laughter. "Really? That's sudden. What's the occasion, want to stop in and say hello to security? You lose a bet or something?" Derek didn't say anything. Myles suddenly stopped laughing.
"Oh my god you're serious, aren't you?"
"Yep."
"Why? WHY?!" Myles screamed into the communicator. "Are you insane? Even [i]with[/i] a week of preparation it would be insanely difficult. What convinced you you need to break in TONIGHT?! And if you say 'thief's intuition' I am going to...."
Derek cut him off again. "You mean to tell me that the best contact in the city can't do me a solid just once in his career? I thought you could crack the secrets of ANYWHERE?"

There was a long pause. Myles sighed through the communicator. "Fine. I'll have something for you around 1 A.M. But you need to get the gear yourself, and be at the site as soon as I get back to you. Though I'd like to know why you want to do this."
Derek waited for a bit, before finally coming up with a reason that wouldn't make his best friend want to punch him in the mouth. To be honest, as much of an excuse it was, it made him grin.
"Call it my magnum opus," he said, before hanging up.

Derek paused as he put away his gear. Something felt off about the night. He could swear he felt like he was being watched. If he wasn't being pushed on by his intuition, he honestly would have locked himself down in one of his safe houses for the night. Not one to pause for too long, though, Derek flew off to gather his fancier gear from his other contacts.