A Note by Nobody Famous (YJ)

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A shadow dropped down through the skylight into the dark jewelry store.  Everything was cast in shadows.  Ghost fit right in, disappearing into them like she was born as one.  

It was night time in San Francisco and their were no heroes to be found there.  For such a big city, it was odd that they had no caped crusader.  But Ghost wasn't about to complain.  If the Justice League wanted to make her job easier, then she would let them.

She prowled around the showroom.  This job was so easy.  Soon enough, she was done and she slipped away into the night.

It was the perfect crime, what she was doing.  Random, un-heroed cities with unconnected thefts scattered across the country.  She was unstoppable.

It was simple, easy and ideal.  She never came twice and left the city immediately.

After all, they needed the money for meds.

[YukiTen]

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notes [/color]xxx[/style][/style][/td][td][style=width: 250px; padding: 10 0 10 10; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify]"A simple mission she says, a cakewalk she says," YukiTen snapped incredulously, thumbing a button on the communicator wrapped around her wrist. She scowled deeply and glared bloody daggars at the shadowy skyscraper ahead of her, mumbling incoherent threats and insults to the one person that wasn't there. "That bitch said nothing about having to scale a fucking skyscraper!"

She growled minutely and tapped the communicator on her wrist again, a blue holographic screen popping up to display the vast network of floors inside. There were damn near as many floors as the Empire State building. Each floor served a different purpose - accounting, records, jewelry, food court, weather forecasting, research, and so on. But the jewelry floor was why she was here.

Black Canary and Batman had given her brief instructions to get inside and scope it out. Apparently, there had been a multitude of robberies throughout the nation, none of which were connected, but they wanted to be sure that this time, even if it is just some random person, they could capture the villain. The problem was, they didn't say anything else. They didn't give her any other details.

They only told her where to go, what floor, and that she was going alone, shipping her right off to San Francisco. No Robin. No Megan Martian chick. No Superboy. No Kid Flash. No anybody.

Alone.

She bit her lip and braced herself for an irritatinng climb.

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Inside, it was pitch black, the moon offering to shed no light on the cases of jewelry or anything else, really. Nothing moved or made a sound. Well, that is except for YukiTen, who let out a solid breath of relief.

She raised her arm and tapped the communicator on her wrist, a small beam of light shining down on the entire room. Pfft, he said this was small? Wow. All-purpose communicator designed by Robin and Batman themselves. I should have known. Batman and Robin had a tendency to be overmodest about their inventions.

Especially the communicators.

YukiTen shook her head and maneuvered her way around the jewelry cases, careful not to trip any alarms or walk into an invisible laser beam (which she could see thanks to the flashy pair of clunky goggles Black Canary gave her), her goal being the glass door that served as the enterance to the jewelry shop.

And then a small ping of glass pricked her ears.

She whipped around, arms straight out in front of her, a jet of ice ready to leave her pale fingertips at the drop of a hat.[/style][/td][/tr][/table][style=font-size: 8px]made by KING of PRE & OTE[/style][/center]