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WHO: Space Thief and the Sexy Major.
WHERE: A bank, and then a few blocks away from a bank.
WHEN: Jan 18th, mid-afternoon.
WARNINGS: There might be some swearing? Whoops! Some violence.
SUMMARY: Someone noticed Kasumi's invisible pilferings.
FORMAT: Paragraph.

Kasumi shifted her weight from foot to foot as she stood against the wall behind the banking counter at the First National Bank of the City, a motion that barely would've been noticable even if she hadn't been cloaked. As it was, it was a silent motion that allowed her to not go crazy during the forty-five minutes she'd been waiting since she'd managed to slip behind the counter.

Waiting was something Kasumi was both good and bad at...on the one hand, she could do it, easily and for long periods of time. On the other hand, just because she could do it, didn't mean she enjoyed it. Still, from what she'd seen, the manager was about to make a run to the vault, which meant her waiting was almost finished.

And indeed, the small Asian woman she'd identified as the on-duty manager when she arrived emerged from her office with a metal box in her hands and headed into the back of the bank, Kasumi trailing after her. She made no sound as she moved, but even a small bit of sound wouldn't have been a problem in such a noisy environment. It was almost nice, really...a bank that wasn't all computers and emotionless VI's was almost comforting, in a way. Old fashioned.

Easy to rob.

When the manager stepped into the vault, Kasumi was half-a-step behind her, eyes tracing over the room until she spotted the already-counted money from the lunch take. It took only a moment, when the manager turned her back, for Kasumi to rest her hand ontop of the pile and let her cloak trace down over several inches of bills until they faded away as if they were never there. The only downside of doing this was that it was impossible for her to actually count how much she was getting, but it had averaged out to several thousand a bank. More than enough for such simple work, really.

As the manager stepped back out of the vault, Kasumi was once again right on her heels, but this time her invisible legs carried her past the woman, back up to the gate into the customer area and deftly hoping over it. Long steps carried her over to the glass door, and when the next customer slipped inside, she slipped out and headed down the street, cloaked all the way.

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"I've been skimming most of the banks in this city for the last four months," She mused, watching the line of Kasumi's chin before following her gaze out at the twinkling city lights.

"Electronically," Motoko clarified, "They haven't noticed yet. But you've been physically lifting your funds directly from the vaults. I'll admit it's more fun, but they've already noticed the discrepancy in the bottom line— they're looking for a thief."

Of course, right now they were looking for an embezzler, but if Goto couldn't figure that out on her own, then it wasn't something that needed to be said aloud.

"Regardless of what they're looking for I'm not particularly concerned." Kasumi didn't seem to be surprised by the fact that the other had been thieving, though her method made sense. Kasumi had thought about doing it that way herself, too, but this had been more...interesting. And frankly, she hadn't wanted to bother with learning the intricacies of a two hundred year old banking exchange.

Cash was also harder to trace.

"And frankly if you're good at what you do, which it's not hard to guess you are, you probably shouldn't be concerned either. Security here is pathetic, frankly. It's like stealing from children." It was almost boring, honestly. But she needed a place to stay, so it was rather necessary.

"So you're content to get fat and sloppy just because there's no one here to force you to stay sharp?"

Between Batman, the police force and the dozen other pseudo-criminals around, it was a toss-up as to who would eventually catch on. Change is what keeps people alive, and nothing motivates survival quite like money.

"This? This isn't even real work. I can't get fat and sloppy doing what amounts to busy work." She shook her head and smirked. "No, I'll think of other things to keep me sharp and entertained."

"I'm just doing this for spending money. And I couldn't stand living in those awful little apartments."

"Hmm," And it was the kind of vocalization that could have meant, 'I wonder.'
The sound her coat made as she turned away from the window and looked more fully at the side-lit figure in the opposite seat was loud in the silence.

It was barely a smile, barely a smirk, and far-removed. As if she were smiling at memory, or at someone else behind that thousand-yard stare, someone Kasumi reminded her of.

"How would you like to do some real work, then?"

Kasumi did not move as the major turned to study her, her glowing blue eyes remained on the window, slightly narrowed, a little smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. Her only motion at all was the tapping of two fingers on her left again, pressing into the fabric of the arm of her chair without making a sound. Tap-tap.

Whether she was thinking over the question or not was anyones guess, but after perhaps thirty seconds her gaze flitted towards the other, and her smirk got a bit wider. "It would really depend on what the work is."