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She landed on a roof a couple of houses away from the bank and put her wings away, as well as the sunglasses, jumping across the next couple of roof's to the last one in the row. She crouched down, looking carefully down at the bank.

It was completely guarded. There were police cars and people standing at the side of the double doors with machine guns. She whistled quietly. The hardest part is gonna be to get in...

From her vantage point on the roof, though, she spotted a white SUV coming down the road. She looked closer and saw the word 'Sheriff' on the side. Smiling, she noticed it was pretty high up off the ground. _ I could probably make this work..._

The SUV began to slow for a stop sign right below her and she jumped off the building to the ground right next to it as it stopped. She did a little roll and slipped underneath it, holding herself up off the ground as it started driving again, turning into the bank parking lot and stopping right in front of the double doors.

The sheriff called to the two guards and they left their posts for a moment to talk to him.

She let herself drop to the ground and she pulled out her laser pointer, turning it on and pointing it at the camera, killing it for a few seconds, but enough time for her to get through the front doors. She hid in a blind spot against the wall inside the door, killing the three cameras in the main room so she could jump over the counter and into one of the back rooms down a hallway.

Taking a moment to breathe, she took out the small wire from her pocket as well. Peeking down the hallway, she saw a camera, but this one she didn't kill. Instead, she hopped into the hallway, giving a lazy salute as she smirked at the camera, probably giving a heart attack to anyone watching the screens. "Come at me bro. Looks like you failed again." Then she killed the camera with the laser pointer and ran down the hallway to a locked door, which she opened with the wire she'd brought. She went inside and locked it again, then turned around, facing a large safe. "Awe, hello old friend." she laughed. Then she became serious again. They'll be here any moment...

She knelt down beside the safe and looked at the new lock they'd put on it. It was a number lock you had to type in. Damn it... what would they use for a password... She thought for a moment, then smiled and typed something in. It rejected her try and she frowned. Racking her brain for a moment, she then typed something else in, just as she heard loud footsteps of people running down the hallway. The lock beeped for a moment, then clicked as it unlocked. Yes! Haha...1990. The date the bank was founded.

She opened the safe and only took the stacks of hundred dollar bills, stuffing them into her backpack after pulling the sheet out of it. The door lock rattled as someone twisted a key into it. She reached for the sheet.

The door opened and she flicked the sheet up, giving her cover for about a split second as she lifted up a small trap door on the floor, slipped inside, then shut it, just as the sheet hit the floor in the room above her.

There was shouting and some stamping around, making her smile. She was in the dark, so she pulled the flashlight out of her backpack and turned it on, chuckling to herself. She was in another cement water tunnel, the only light coming from the iron grates for the water outside to drain into. While she'd been in the bank it had started raining, so the water was pouring in and the water level was a bit higher than normal. She had to climb up to a small walkway on the side of the tunnel and use that instead of the regular way, but it worked.

She jogged down the tunnel for a while until she felt far enough away from the vicinity of the bank, and then pushed up an iron grate, coming out onto a sidewalk by the street and into the rain.

The few people who saw her come out of the rain gutter looked at her with wide eyes and she waved, smiling as she walked down the street for a moment, then decided to fly so she could get home and out of the rain a bit faster.

Flying low over the rooftops, she hummed a little tune as she carefully perched herself on the wire above her alley.She stayed there for a moment, breathing quietly. Her eyes glanced over at the roof across from her and she suddenly stood up, balancing on the wire as her fur bristled.

A red fox stood at the wire's end on the roof. He had a long black coat on, black boots, black jeans, black gloves, and a black pistol gripped in his hand. He looked at her, yellow eyes flashing, and they stared each other down for a moment.

The fox nodded at her. "Do you have a weapon?"

"I would have had it out already."

"Good." He snapped the pistol up and pulled the trigger.

Whitefire dodged and let herself fall to the ground, landing softly below and looking up to see the fox aiming again. Another shot rang out as she dodged again, but this time the bullet grazed her shoulder. She gritted her teeth and the fox jumped down, landing beside her as she held her shoulder.

Looking up at him, she snarled. He was about four feet away, and she could see the small smile on his face as he looked at her, cocking the gun again. She took a step back and just as he raised the pistol, she kicked his hand, which sent the gun flying and she leaped up, grabbing the gun, landed, shoved the fox against the wall, pressed the gun to his head and pulled the trigger.

He fell limp to the ground and she didn't even blink, kneeling down and placing the gun back in his hand, making it look like he'd shot himself.

She opened his coat and looked through the pockets for any information on him. She grabbed his wallet, and a few other papers that were there and then left, leaving him lying in the pouring rain.

When she finally was able to get into her house, she tossed the wallet and the papers on the coffee table and went to her room, putting the backpack of money by her desk and the wire and the laser pointer back in their drawer. She changed into her pajamas and threw her wet clothes on the floor, too tired to care.

Walking into the bathroom she turned on the hot water and started a shower, standing in the warm water for about an hour and a half. When she dried herself and got her pajamas back on, she went to the kitchen, making a quick ham sandwich before going to the living-room to sit on the couch and turn on the news, which was just starting.

Today, in an effort to keep Whitefire Tequilla from pulling a heist at the bank, the police had guards and guns on every corner of the vicinity, waiting for her to show. Somehow, though, she has done it, once again stumping the police and their detectives. She left no trace of her crime besides the little footage they got of her on one of the cameras in the building.

They showed the little clip of her smiling and talking to the camera before it fuzzed out from her laser pointer, and then switched to a reporter at the crime scene who was speaking with the sheriff.

How was she able to get into the building?

We still aren't sure. No one saw her go in or out, and no windows were broken.

I heard that the bank changed the lock on the safe. Didn't it have a new electric padlock? How did she open it?

Yes, it was new. Somehow she knew the pass-code, because it wasn't broken, just unlocked.

What do you plan to do, now that we know she still can't be stopped?

That's a question we are still debating over.

They cut back to the news cast who started talking about a young boy who had reported speaking with her today.

A young boy also reported that he had unknowingly spoken with the outlaw earlier today while he was out walking. The boy, Diamn Ashta, sums up their conversation in these words:

" __The whole time we talked she acted like she wanted me dead and gone, and finally, after I'd bothered her enough, she told me her name, told me where she was going, stole my sunglasses, and flew off, telling me to not talk to strangers."

Where did she say she was headed to?

To rob a bank.

Whitefire sat on the couch, chuckling. "Today was fun, eh?"

Now that you know she feels this comfortable among us, what are you going to do now, Diamn?

Um...nothing, I suppose. I mean, what is there to do? When I spoke with her, she seemed nice enough. Maybe we're provoking her in some way.

Strong words from one so young. How then, would you explain all the killing she has done, even of late?

I really don't have a clue why she does what she does, but to me she seemed like any regular person. She has a bit of an attitude, she has her own plans. Maybe if we tried to speak with her instead of running her down she'd give us a good answer.

The reporter turned to the camera.

Now_there _is a boy with an opinion.