Agent log: Little Thief

A rather short red-headed girl was hanging around outside of the particular coffee house that 218 had entered into, her hands tucked into the pockets of her denim jacket. She was dressed in a somewhat Punk look. As she rocked forward on her heels she leaned away from the wall to eye the people leaving the shop, looking for someone that looked easy to pick off.

243: Having decided to go back to his place to take a break from HQ for once, he had a casual outfit on and he was walking past the coffee shop before he peered inside, seeing 218. Somehow managing to see the tiny, smol Specialist. He cleared his throat, letting out a soft sigh and he went to stroll in to say hi. But... Well I can't butt in line that's rude. ..... Maybe he'd go give a light tap. Bastien went inside and he did just side, coming up beside the smol one, and gently tapping his shoulder, "evenin."

218: He was easily the shortest guy in line, and if that didnt make him stand out, the single arm would for sure. Nic's empty sleeve was rolled and tucked inside of the armhole to keep it from being a bother, as his prosthesis was currently undergoing refitting. He waited patiently as the line moved forward when a tap on his shoulder made him jump a bit, looking over. And then looking up. "Oh, hello 2-" he cut himself off and realized that he didnt knoe 243's name. He had never asked. And by that 243 didnt know his either. "To you." Nic cleared his throat and wondered if Seymour was with him, or if the little thing was still back at HQ.

243: The little thing was at HQ and 243 just nodded, "Bastien." he said and he smiled, "you?" now they looked like a couple meeting for a blind date.

The Red head had tilted to one side to peek back over her shoulder through the window of the shop, eyeing the short kid with the one-arm that was waiting in line. He looked easy enough to target, but she canted her head when someone much taller showed up to stand by him. Pursing her lips she pouted for a moment. There went her easy game, but maybe this would be less boring. So she waited, watching out of the corner of her eye to see what pockets they kept their wallets in

218: He smiled a bit. "Nichita. Its nice to see you." His hand was in the right pocket of his hoodie, but since he only had the one arm, it was pretty easy to imaging anything valuable would be on the right side. As the line in front moved ahead, 218 ordered a black coffee and pulled out his wallet to pay. The wallet was laid flat on the counter and Nic didnt have any trouble pinning it down with his thumb to pull out a couple of dollar bills with his middle and pointer fingers. Stepping aside to wait, he put the wallet and his change back into his pocket and looked to Bastien. "Is Seymour with you?"

243: Bastien was a bit tougher but old habits died hard as his back left buttock had a small outline of a simple square, "Not today, he's just relaxing. I got Oliver to visit tonight." he paused, "box turtle." he didn't get a coffee but he stood with Nic, hands in his front pockets, "You heading home or just out for a stroll?" Bastien everything you're saying sounds like a pick up line stop.

Two targets, two wallets worth snatching. Touching a finger to her cheek her visible blue eye narrowed a little, grinning as she pushed away from the outside wall of the coffee shop to idly and wait for the two to leave with their drink

218: The barista called out his coffee shortly after. Nic took his coffee and looked to Bastien. "You have a box turtle?" Taking a sip, he moved towards the exit to head back out into NYC. "I was taking a walk. Tired of reading chemical equations." Nic shook his head and took another sip of coffee. "Would you like to walk with me?"

243: "If ya don't mind." Bastien said and he went to follow Nic out, going to make sure he got the door for him, as.... well.... one arm to hold a coffee and he ain't gonna make the poor kid try and open the door himself. He didn't pay much mind to the little red head but man, did his nose feel good with the coffee smell.

It looked like they were both rather immersed in their conversation, which left her an ample opportunity as she giggled quietly under her breath and slipped to fall into step behind them. With her small stature she was easily able to duck behind 218 ( 10 ), as wiggling fingers made to sneakily slip his wallet out of the pocket she had seen him tuck it into ( 14 ) / v u ~ ♥

243: Yup he didn't notice a goddamn thing he might as well retire. (5)"Yeah he's about the size of...." he held up his fist, "This size? A bit smaller?" he took a breath and let it out, "You're welcome to come join me, you can meet him too if ya like."

218: He sipped his coffee quietly, running over the information he had been reading earlier in his mind, listening to Bastien talk. "That would be really nice... Thank you." Nic, a newbie to New York, still hadnt really gotten it into his head that pickpockets were a thing, so he didnt think anything of the subtle twitch of fabric at his side. In fact, he didnt even really notice it. (9 v 10) The coffee warmed his hand and made him feel a little better about the hours he had been putting into reading; kept the little guys brain from turning into much.

Quiet as a mouse she was successfully able to slip the wallet from the little man's pocket, quick to slide it into her own as she wiggled her fingers and side stepped to shadow the taller man this time ( 12 ). With deft hands she reached to slide her fingers stealthily into the man's back pocket on his jeans- which frankly was just about eye level for her anyways- to slide the wallet up and out ( 13 ). She didn't spot the chain hanging from the wallet, and rather was quick to try and fall back away from him and the other before she felt the sudden TUG "Uwah!"

243: Eye level booty. "No problem at al--" He felt the tug on his pants as well and he grunted, before turning around and seeing the tiny red head with his wallet in her hand. He frowned, it had been ages since someone tried to pick pocket him. He reached to take his wallet back (9) "You look old enough to know that stealin' is wrong miss." he said, his voice calm but a bit stern, "Ya got a reason for sticky fingers?"

218: Out of the corner of his eye he thought he saw something but the sudden yell make him turn to look at the girl and his first thought was 'oh cool, Im taller than her.' He then pressed his wrist to his pocket, still holding the coffee, only to feel that it was empty. Nic frowned at the girl in her busy outfit, "Id like my things back please."

The girl gasped and stared back at the wallet with an incredulous glare as it made her fumble what she was doing. And it had been going so well! She puffed up her cheeks. "Because I want too~" She told them, giving a twist and a sharp tug to snap the clip that bound the wallet to the chain ( 9 vs 2 ) so she could hop backwards away from their reach, wagging the wallet in the air. "Since I filched it now its mine~ Ta, ya big tosser!" With a laugh she spun on her heels to run away with them ( 6 )

243: he tried to catch a wiff of her but with the smell of the coffee still in his nose he didn't have much luck (4) SO INSTEAD HE DECIDED TO CHASE THE LITTLE GIRL LIKE THE LINE BACKER HE WAS (8)

Charlie: Is just happily toddling across roof tops and watches the show, "Kekek~"

218: Nic frowned at the girl and put his cup of coffee on the ground to run after the little pick pocket, if anything to get his ID's back. (9)There wasnt much money in the wallet, but... still. If he could, he would run in front of her to at least cut off the most direct path. "That isnt yours." he said looking at her with a stony face. Nic didnt have time for this, he just wanted a nice pleasant walk with his friend. "Just give them back."

243: he tried to catch a wiff of her but with the smell of the coffee still in his nose he didn't have much luck (4) SO INSTEAD HE DECIDED TO CHASE THE LITTLE GIRL LIKE THE LINE BACKER HE WAS (8) And he made a grab for her. His wallet didn't have much money either, or his ID for that matter he had learned long enough to keep that stuff closer than his back pocket. However he wanted to get Nic's wallet back and tell this girl that stealing was bad. And shit. (7)

GingerSnap: She was cut off, and quietly cursed tall people with their longer legs that made getting a head start easier for them. She skidded to a stop quickly to avoid just running into the one armed kid who got in front of her. "Oh sod off already~ Its mine if I take it-" She went to pull down on her lower eye lid as she stuck her tongue out at him, swinging her leg back to get ready to try and kick him in the shin ( 4 ). But before she could really make another run for it the giant man had caught up with her too and grabbed her by her arm ( 3 vs 7 ). "Leggo!!" D< Tries to stomp on his foot as her leg comes down from the kick( 4 )

218: That isnt how that works you! Nic stepped back, dodging her kick (10 v 4) and looked at her with a worsening expression. Too bad both of their abilities were passive, non combat related abilities. Unless someone needed to smell something or breathe really good. But could he attack some common mugger? The girl had to be pretty young, though Nic knew from himself he couldnt judge age by size. The taunt however was just...not needed. "Youve tried to rob a police officer," he said calmly, eyes flicking to Bastien for a moment. "Please return our things." Nic...did not enjoy confrontation.

243: He thankfully saw the tiny foot come down for a stomp and he promptly moved his foot back to thankfully, dodge it (7) and he glanced to Nic and he held the young girl firmly, "As I said, it ain't right to steal. Now you can hand them back and we let ya off with a warnin, or I can drag ya in to a police station." A quick sniffle of his nose didn't hurt to do to keep her smell in mind in case she took off again (9)

GingerSnap: She stared at 218 after his claim of being a police officer. "You don't look like a bobby." She answered matter-of-factly, turning her nose up. 243 would be able to pick up the girls aroma, and he would find there was a strong lingering scent of cinnamon around her, with a strange and almost out of place hint of honey. As she couldn't pull her arm free from the man she pouted, reaching into her pocket. "Wait- please don't go to the coppers...! Will you let me go if I give them back?" She sounded suddenly desperate as she stared wide-eyed up at 243 "I'm sorry for filching, I didn't mean anything by it, really." she gave a guilty look, tears welling up in her eyes as she was fishing in her pocket, but rather than withdrawing one of their wallets there was a slight pop as she withdrew an extendable baton, giving a quick flick of her wrist as she tried to slap the wrist of the hand 243 was using to hold her ( 5 )

243: He couldn't help the twitch in his brow when she suddenly changed her tone, and when he SMACKED HIM He grunted, but he held fast (8). At this point he went to try and reach into her pockets to at least one of the wallets back (4)

Charlie: Is still watching from above and has chin propped in hands, "Nyooohh lookit this little development~"

218: Whats...whats a bobby? "Thats not-" Nichita frowned when the girls attitude flipped back and forth, not only that shes pulled out a weapon now? Quickly, Nic reached out to take the baton from her hands (12) The last thing they need is a kid batting people around with sticks.

GingerSnap: When the tall boy reached for her pockets she gasped, blanching away as best she could as she gave him a scandelous look, twisting her body as if to protect her unmentionable bits from his searching fingers "Pervert! Take a Gander at someone else ya Tosser!" She scolded with a puff of her cheeks. But her mood once again twisted when she felt a hand grabbing her free one holding the baton, and she tried to yank her hand away but the 218 was stronger than her and quick to wrestle it from her grip ( 5 vs 12 ). Her visible blue eye widened as she stared, breathing in sharp and fast before she kicked out at 243 holding her ( 5 ) "Give it back!!" She shouted, sounding almost panicked as she tried to free herself desperately, grabbing and trying to stretch her hand out at 218 to take the Baton back from him. "Give it back Give it back!!"

218: He raised a brow at her tone and looked at the baton in his hands, holding it away from her. "Sod off already, its mine if I take it," he said in a neutral voice. "However if you give my friend our things back, I'll return your stick to you."

243: When he was kicked, he grunted and he had to curse, "Ow-!" (2) and he tried to hold fast to her so he didn't lose her, or more, he tried to make sure she couldn't grab at Nic, "Now now just settle down..." he sighed.

GingerSnap: It seemed like she was far from settling down, if anything her distress was growing by the second as 218 moved the Baton out of her reach and it seemed the tall man's grip was far too sturdy for her to break free of ( 2 vs 8 ). "No... no no no...." She looked ready to cry as her eyes darted from 218, the Baton, and then to 248. "Let...me...GO!" With a loud yell she twisted as best she could to try and kick her leg back before swinging it forward and up towards 243's tender bits ( 4 )

218: Okay, clearly she was not going to calm down anytime soon. Nic held the baton tighter and spoke to try and take her attention. "Give us back our things and we will give you back your stick. Youre making this harder than it needs to me. He looked around on the street, with all of this yelling, she was going to attract the attention of somebody eventually. "This yelling is just going to get you into trouble if an officer hears." The whole situation was just annoying at this point, what was in his wallet anyways but some IDs and a few dollars?

243: SOMEHOW. HE HAD MANAGED TO DODGE THAT KICK TO THE BALLS. (11) And he just let out a grunt at that, and held her at arms length, "Miss, we ain't tryin' to hurt ya. All ya gotta do is return our wallets..." he said.

Charlie: Ok, they had their fill of this. Slipping down onto the ground level they casually came up to them, "Well, this ain't fair is it?" A superman cap, golden short hair with sunglasses and chewing bubblegum, "Can I help you guys with anything?" They had appeared from the nearby alley, snapping at their gum and they eye'd the GINGERSNAP CHILD.

GingerSnap: "You're barmy! You really think I'm going to give you anything?" She huffed with frustration as she was practically hopping up and down, her legs weren't long enough to reach the toll holding her and no matter how much she tried to twist around she just couldn't break his grip on her ( 3 ). She wanted to pull at her hair and kick and scream but her gaze kept snapping back to the Baton as she was staring at it. It looked like she mouthed a small, quiet word as she was staring at it, out of her reach. But her body tensed and her head snapped to turn her wide stare towards the the Stranger that had showed up out of the alley way.

218: With a sigh he placed the collapsed baton in his hoodie pocket and zipped it shut. "I'll just hang onto this then," he said with a passive expression towards the girls tantrum. "Its obviously not that important to you." The sound of another voice drew 218's attention, though he didn't immediately turn around to face her. "Pickpocket. Looking to get our things back." At this time, Nic found himself almost wishing he had his arm on, if only to be able to hold onto more than one thing at a time.

243: He looked to the new comer and he watched Nic pocket the baton before he just let out a soft huff from his nose, "Miss... We just need our wallets back. Do ya think ya can do that?" he asked, and while he was usually patient, he was losing it.

Charlie: They watched the SMOL ONE pocket the baton and arched a brow, "So in turn cause she stole your wallets, you steal her stuff back? That's not really a nice thing to do by example." They shrugged and walked around to the other side, passing Nic, "I mean, if you wanted to teach her a lesson yeah then by all means buuuut I'm SURE There are better ways to do it." And so they casually slid the zipper of Nic's pocket open (11) and slipped a hand inside for the baton (7) "Now, let the little girl go. Two versus one ain't fair. And you won't do it again, right?" They looked to GingerSnaps, with a small smile, looking at the group.

GingerSnap: "No!!" She screamed as the man pocketed the baton, giving a hard yank on her arm to try and break free but nothing she did was enough to get out of the man's grasp ( 9 vs 11 ), even as she was frantic physically her strength was far outclassed by someone practically twice her size. She didn't know the stranger who had shown up and didn't want them getting their hands on the baton either, and she shoved her hand into her pocket to pull out one of the wallets. "If you want your stupid wallet so badily you can have it you blooming Git!!" She shouted angrily at 243 as she gave a weak attempt to fling it at his face ( 2 ) in her anger

218: He felt a tug on his hoodie when the stranger unzipped the pocket (6 v 11 ), and immediately took a step back (8 v 7 missed grab), more bothered by the sudden invasion of personal space than he was by the idea of her taking the baton back. He didnt say anything back to the newcomer, but he did frown at their sudden intervention, and not on the side of the ones who were on the victim side. Looking to Bastien and to Gingersnap, he made a face to his friend as if to say 'Is this really worth all the hassle?' He put his hand in his pocket around the baton, curious now as to why she was in such a panic about it, but maybe it was just something she liked. Well, she had given up one wallet. "Now the other one."

243: He caught the wallet thankfully (7) but he sighed, "Please." he asked and he eyed the stranger, sniffing at them a little (8) and smelling Jasmine and sandalwood, and coffee... He looked to Nic and he sighed, as if to be like, 'I dunno man I just wanted a quiet night out and now this shit is happening and man I dunno.'

Charlie: They just smiled to Nic, but seeing his reach into his pocket for the baton made their hidden eyes flit down to look, "Well give the girl her baton back, and then we call it even. Eh?" They rocked on their back leg a little bit.

GingerSnap: "Give it back first!" She warned as she pointed an angry finger at 218. She wasn't going to lose her only bargaining chip to get back her Baton.

218: Nic narrowed his eyes and held tighter around the baton. "No." In regard to both of the people speaking to him.

243: He looked to Charlie "Look, ma'am. I am a police officer. This girl stole our wallets and if anythin' I just wanted to show her that stealin' is wrong." he looked to Nic "On that note... Give the lady back her baton Nic. It's only fair."

Charlie: IS JUST WATCHIN' AND CHILLIN' SKIP THEM

GingerSnap: Her heart sank at the flat 'no' that she received, staring wide eyed at 218 as her pointing finger fell slightly and tears welled up in the corner of her eyes.

"Sissy..." She breathed the word so quietly and broken it was scarcely a whisper that managed to fall from her lips

[ 218 ] The Baton he was clenching tightly in his grip would feel like it was growing hot and almost seemed to vibrate in his hand, before there was a muffled 'POP' from inside his pocket, as the Baton he was squeezing disappeared in an instant, becoming replaced by A sharp spiked ball instead, the metal points threatening to bite into his palms and fingers without kindness ( 9 )

218: "Pula mea!" the sudden sharp pain in his hand caused him to withdraw his hand quickly from his pocket, wanting to let go but the spikes stuck fast bringing the ball out with it only to be flung off in another direction, the metal clinking as it rolled. Nic held out his hand to look at what happened, and there were at least 4 little puncture wounds on his palm that started to drip blood, making him look to the girl and Bastien with a confused and pained expression. Well there goes his 'good' hand.

243: When he heard 218 swear and he held out his bleeding hand, 243 bounded Took a step toward Nic and LET GO OF THE GIRL CAUSE NIC MATTERED MORE, "Whoa what happened...?!" he looked to the girl, and then he looked to Nic, "Jacket off. NOW." Like it was gonna explode. He reached over and started unzipping Nic's hoodie.

Charlie: They took a step back and whistled, "Whoa! Haha~! "They laughed and seeing the rolling spiky ball, they ran to scoop it up carefully (12) before lobbing it back to Gingersnaps, "Cheese it kiddo!" They grinned. Clearly, having fun.

GingerSnap: The instant 243 had released her arm she broke into a sprint towards the ball that 218 had flung away from himself ( 12 ), and while the Stranger had grabbed it first she didn't wait for it to get lobbed to her, and rather just grabbed it straight out of Charlie's hands. "Ta!" She called back, before glaring over her shoulder at the two Agents. She stuck her tongue out at them and tugged down her lower eye lid. "Serves ya right you blooming bastards!" She yelled at them before turning to just run away with her ball.

218: "Ah!" The sudden movement by 243 was just as surprising, and he was confused about why he was pulling off his hoodie. The feral must not have seen him fling the ball. Since the only thing he had under the hoodie was his agents mesh, he held his arm against his chest to stop Bastien from taking the hoodie off of him. He didnt care so much about the ball or his wallet at the moment, feeling his eyes prick a bit at the pain in his hand. His only hand. It shook slightly as he held it close to him and looked to 243, forgetting about the stranger for a moment before shutting his eyes to collect himself. "H-hey Bastien? Id like to go home now..."

243: He looked to Nic and seeing the shine in his eyes Bastien nodded and he just glared at Gingersnap running and then back to Nic. He wanted to check if he got hurt past the hoodie too but seeing it was just his only LITTLE Hand he nodded to him, "Yeah. Come on my place ain't far..." he pulled off his scarf, wrapping it around Nic's hand, "You can hold Ollie. He'll make ya feel better. Then we can get back to base. sound good?"

Charlie: They watched the giant tend to the little hobbit before they took off, chasing after Gingersnaps, snickering them themselves. Running into an alley they scaled the wall, jumping between the two buildings to follow via the roof tops, keeping an eye on the girl and her ball.

GingerSnap: It wasn't until she was far far away from the two did she finally dive into cover of an alley way and out of sight of what the two agents, holding the spiked ball close before she looked around herself then down at it. "Sorry Sissy..." She mumbled apologetically to the little ball, tossing it up and forward. The ball vibrated and disappeared with a pop mid air, her twin landing lightly in front of her.

As the second girl landed she held her hand out, visible brown eye meeting her sister's blue, the only difference between the two of them being that her hair was styled to mirror her sisters "There there, it's ok. They bloody deserve that for what they did." She soothed, taking her Twin's hand and pulling her in for a comforting hug. "I won't forgive that little prat for making my baby Sister cry." Petting the top of her sister's head she hugged her protectively. "C'mon, lets switch." Taking hold of one of her twins hands the other girl nodded, leaning in to give her Sis a kiss on the cheek before her body disappeared with a 'pop', allowing the new GingerSnap to tuck a coin away into her pocket before slipping back out of the alley way.

Charlie: They watched Gingersnap do the switch, chin in hand and then they went, "Oohh, well... That explains a lot." They smiled, "Interesting, hehe!" Charlie slipped the mask back over their face, leaving the sunglasses in their pocket. While Gingersnaps took t the dark alleys, Charlie ran over the roof tops, leaping across the sky over the lights.