The Angel

[Angelus]

OOC: I decided to start up a new thread about a professional thief called The Angel. She is perhaps the best thief in the world and the police have been trying to catch him. I'll take the part of a cop named Marcus Jonah who has been trying to catch The Angel for well over four years. All I need is a person to take the part of The Angel, Marcus's partner (who is slightly annoyed with him but likes him at the same time), Marcus's boss and probably any other person that you wish to be.

Marcus Jonah
28
6' 5"
230lbs
Muscular
Long black hair
goatee

Marcus's life is basically his job. He has been after The Angel for longer than he can remember and has come close to catching her once. He tends to piss people off with his attitude and the only people that can put up with him is his partner.

 

[Lovelynice]

Angel

OOC; Although she has gone by many names, and used more false IDs than she can remember, the world-class thief known by many international authorities as "The Angel" really doesn't know her birth name...and doesn't care either. She's actually pleased about the nickname, so has accepted it for her own. According to witness descriptions and the rare video footage,The Angel is a slender, but shapely young woman in her early 20s. Possibly 5'5" tall, but lightly built despite her bustiness. Definitely fit, and very leggy. White blonde very long lustrous hair (but it's usually tied up on the "job"). She seems to have a sixth sense about danger, one of the reasons she has never been caught....yet. A common MO (modus operandi) of The Angel is to enter/leave a building dressed/behaving as a high-class escort; high heels, tight micro-skirt, short jacket (with only a camisole or nothing at all under it). She'll case out a target in this disguise, and uses many other contacts as well. When doing a job, she prefers to wear a skintight ninja outfit, and has some extraordinarily high-tech tools. The Angel may have a computer-hacker/netrunner as an assistant on some of her "jobs".

IC; She checked over the apartment to make sure that everything was clean, no fingerprints, and no mess. The owner was away in America for a week, but Angel didn't want to risk being tracked-down. It was time to move on... She checked herself in the hallway mirror, making sure the very short black skirt was just right, and the pink camisole only just peaking a little frilly lace from under the short black jacket. There was a rattling of keys at the front door... Oh, no!, she thought, Damn it! She quickly rushed to the balcony...It appeared that she would have to make a very different exit than planned... Even as she prepared her climbing tools from her handbag, Angel could hear the front door open. She hoped it wasn't the cops checking a tip-off from somebody....

 

[Angelus]

Marcus

Marcus sat at his desk and looked at the file that was spread out in front of him. He had been staring at that file for longer than he could remember and he was getting thoroughly sick of it. There was one thing that was going through his head however- he wanted to catch The Angel and end this nightmare of his. He closed the file slowly and walked moved back from his desk, took one look at it and then with a sigh moved to the door.

As he moved down the hallways Marcus knew that this case was becoming nothing more than a dangerous obsession with him. That was why he every person that he knew was worried about him, even his girlfriend before she left him told him to forget about The Angel but try as he might he found that he couldn't. He wanted to catch her, to put an end to this part of his life and finally settle down.

 

[Lovelynice]

It was an embarrassing exit, despite her practiced skill, she never figured on having climb-down the side of a building wearing her high-class escort's outfit. She accidently ripped the side of her tiny skirt in doing so, revealing her white high-sided T-back knickers (which only covered slightly more than a G-string), although the skirt hung on at the waist.

Somebody spotted her; a computer nerd, she guessed, because the next day it wasn't just in the low-brow magazines, it was all over the net. She saw the pictures, and they weren't blurry...instead they were high quality shots revealing most of her butt, and quite a bit of her face as well.

Angel had fled England before the cops acted on the story, and realized who it was, but it was a close run thing.

She figured that they'd be dusting the apartment for fingerprints by now, and hoped that nothing incriminating was left behind. She was careful, always very very careful, but mistakes sometimes happened.

Tyler had sent an email through his usual bizzarre and complex connections. Interpol might be onto him he said, so he was going to be out of touch for awhile. Maybe three months, if she wanted to meet up with again, he planned to be in a place called, "Broome", in Australia. He'd done that before. Broome was one of the most remote and isolated places in the world. Half the population was said to be on the lam. She 'd gone there once, but it didn't offer much...except that it also had the world's longest legally-classified nude beach.

But where to now? There had to be something big somewhere to take on. She wanted a challenge....

Thinking this, Angel stripped and went into the hotel room's ensuite bathroom. The water was already hot, so it was lovely to step in after a long day. Later on, she wondered whether she should check out the nightclubs...Dublin was said to have a great night-life.

OOC
Angelus? Do you have any ideas for Angel's next target? I was thinking about the stealing of possibly magical/alien artifact from the treasures of ancient China (the Egg of the Ninth Dragon....found recently in the tomb complex of the 1st Emperor of China). How does that sound to you?

 

[Angelus]

Marcus looked at the photo that sat on his desk and wondered if it was true or was it just something that would cause him to go running around the world after a ghost again. He had done that far too many times in the past four years and it had cost him far too much. He slammed his hand down onto the photo and said, "Oh what the hell, I guess I am going to England."

A day later he was standing in the room and looking around, searching for any clues, anything that would lead to her but he knew that it would be useless- she never left anything. He then heard a sound behind him and turned on his heels to see a person standing there, a surprised look on his face. He walked into the room.

"I am afraid that you are not allowed in here sir, this is the scene of a crime."

"I know. That is why I am here," Marcus said as he showed the police officer his badge.

"Sorry sir, I didn't know."

"You weren't meant too. Now tell me what you know."

The police officer began to tell Marcus what he knew and Marcus almost swore to himself. He knew that he had missed her again.

OOC: That sounds damn good to me. Go for it.

 

[Lovelynice]

OOC; Under the city of Chicago, accessible from a building not far from the Chicago Mercantile Futures Exchange (where US$380 billion is traded daily), lurks the recently completed Chicago Interbank Reserve… The Angel has decided to drop in for a little withdrawal.

IC;
Angel scrambled through the tightly uncomfortable concrete pipe at a rapid pace, with only the dim red light of a tiny LED torch showing the way ahead, but she wore black goggles over her eyes which allowed her to see in the dimness with ease. The concrete pipe was made even more cramped by being half-filled with thick cables and plastic pipes all along the sides. Only because Angel was of such slight small build could she fit inside the concrete pipe with any ease at all.

Not once did she stop to check the map-copy that she had in her possession. She’d committed the entire thing to memory with self-hypnosis over the past seven days already. There was no need to look at it again, but she kept the copy on file in a Palmpilot just in case.

After scrabbling and crawling down the concrete pipe for a hundred yards further there was a beep-sound in her radio-earpiece. She stopped there, and with a well-practiced movement, Angel took a small black plastic case from her belt, opened it, and began cutting into a few select cables nearby, being very careful not to cut any of the conductors or fiber-optics yet. Some other small clamps with already attached cables she affixed to the electrical phone cables, and rapidly arranged her circuit bypasses…but didn’t activate them yet.

She spent much more time and effort on the fiber-optic cables, using some very finely-made purpose-built devices which were unfortunately tricky to install. It took an hour to get them in the correct position, and she was sweating profusely by then. Finally, watching the signal readouts on her modified Palmpilot with it’s links to the various splices and the fiber-optic relays, Angel timed their activation…waiting for the security-check signal to be sent again. She’d already recorded the signals, and the system used a simple formulaic algorithm…easy to calculate and outguess.

The security-check signal flickered by; and Angel switched on the bypasses.

Then very carefully, with the attention to detail of an artist, she covered the extras and taped-over damage with variously colored nail-polishes. Then she dusted them to appear as old and grungy as the rest of the cables and pipes. Finally, her task here finished, Angel scrambled backwards, hating the nuisance of it that she had to go back about three-hundred yards before she would be able to turn around at an intersecting-junction….

OOC; A week later, officials of the Chicago Interbank Reserve discovered that the main safe-deposit vault had been broken into, without triggering any alarms, and with no sign of intrusion other than the image of a blonde-haired young woman smiling at the camera as she emptied a particular two dozen safe-deposit boxes. The value of goods stolen wasn’t clear, as many of the depositors kept such details of what exactly they had in their deposit-boxes secret…, but a conservative estimate placed the loss at approximately US$20 million.
…..Angel had struck again.

 

[2ndSight]

Michele Kriesser

OOC; Michele's a freelance journalist, with a thirst for adventure and a tough can-do attitude that has allowed her to land some brilliant interviews and uncover a few front-page scandals over the years. She's an attractive woman in her late 20s, slim and athletic, who would possibly have Vogue model-looks if she'd bothered with make-up (which she never wore). Her only partner is "Bobby", her camera-man and all-round Mr Fixit (anybody want to fill the role?). She and Bobby have been around the world together, dodging bullets, bombs, shady cops, and corporate lawyers (they were the worst, of course). Her auburn hair is cut short, and her eyes are hazel.

IC;
Michele put down the telephone, and called out, "Hey Bobby, we're in! They've agreed to let us to do the interview, but unfortunately with one condition!"

Bobby was burning the breakfast toasted sandwiches and making one of his damn good cups of coffee in the tiny kitchen. It was his turn to make breakfast. Michele could tolerate it becuase he always made a cup of coffee exactly as she liked it; strong and with a drop of whisky and thick dobs of cream.

"What condition?", Bobby yelled back from within the kitchen.

"We have to find him ourselves", she said, "Inspector Marcus Jonah could be anywhere they said, last they heard from him, he was on his way to Chicago. Did you hear anything on the news about Chicago?"

"Huh? Oh yeah", Bobby sad as he walked into the room with breakfast for both of them on a tray, "Chicago Interbank Reserve was robbed, they got a picture of a blonde girl giving the finger to the camera as she did it. They didn't catch her, of course."

"The Angel", Michele said with awe, "One of these days we're going to have to get an interview with her. Any clue as to how she did it?"

Bobby shook his head, as he replied, "Not yet. They probably won't tell either even if they do know. Threat to banking security and all that."

"Okey dokey", Michele said, as she sipped her coffee and leaned back, "Looks as if we're going to Chicago then. Maybe we can catch this Inspector Jonah before he flies off to somewhere else."

 

[Angelus]

"You did what!" Marcus screamed loud enough into the phone that several people looked at him.

"I know that we need the press on our side to catch the Angel but I did not agree to be the spokesman for this little hunt. What, what the fuck do you mean by that!"

Just then one of the airport police showed, no doubt to tell him to calm down. Marcus gave him a quick look of annoyance and pulled out his badge, showing it to the officer who looked at it, smiled then turned back the other way. As soon as he was gone Marcus listened to the other person on the phone, the news he got isn't what he wanted.

"Okay, okay. I will agree to the damn interview- they better hurry here though because if I miss her then they will bare the full brunt of it."

He didn't need to say who she was as the person on the other side of the phone knew. He closed the phone and for a second thought about throwing it to the ground but then thought better of it and put it back into his pocket then began walking through the terminal. To say that he was now in a bad mood was an understatement.