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Lola Connelly
Age: 27
Mysterious, charismatic, and alluring are just a few words that describe Lola. She is an enigma to everyone, revealing only what she chooses. A chameleon that is able to change her appearance and personality to fit a situation, you never know which side of Lola you will get at any given moment.
IC
Five. Two. Sixty. The numbers rolled through Lola’s mind. Five guards. Two possible exits. And sixty seconds to secure the target and reach one of the exits, all without any of the guards noticing. It was tricky, but it wasn’t anything Lola hadn’t done before. She had been pulling heists like this since she was seven and her dad took her to the Met in New York. Back then, though, she had been the distraction while her dad heisted the art. Her days as a diversion were long over, now it was her turn to pull the heists, something she’d been doing – successfully she might add – for a good five years.
Glancing at her watch, Lola waited until the second hand hit the four. Go time.
Across the room a little boy started screaming bloody murder, crying out for his mommy and asking everyone around him if they had seen her. Sympathetic women pulled their husbands towards the boy, trying to comfort him and help him find his mother. Three of the guards moved towards the crush of people surrounding the boy, speaking into their walkies as they did so. The remaining two guards stood on alert, their eyes scanning the crowd of people.
As all eyes were focused on the boy, Lola maneuvered her way through the crowd, slipping unseen through the crush of bodies. Just another face in the worried mass. It was within her reach, a glass case in the corner of the room. Inside the case a diamond necklace shone brightly beneath the little spotlight centered in the case. But it wasn’t the necklace that Lola was looking for. Reaching the case, she quickly picked the lock on the back and, keeping her back to the security cameras even though she knew the footage was on a continuous loop thanks to her tech guy, she slid the glass panel door open just enough to grab the pair of sapphire earrings that sat beside the necklace. They didn’t appear to be anything special, a simple pair of drop earrings; the sapphires cut into teardrops and surrounded by small diamonds. But Lola knew their true value.
Kneeling down, Lola deposited an earring into the hollowed out heels of her brown boots. Forty seconds down, twenty more to go. She moved back through the swell of people still frantically searching for the little boy’s mother, giving a subtle tug on the boy’s shirt sleeve. He wiped frantic tears from his eyes in response while continuing to plead for his mommy. The boy was good, Lola couldn’t have done better herself. But what else could she expect from her little brother.
With the exit a mere three feet away, Lola could pass through it in a few easy strides.
The alarm sounded just as she was about to pass through the doorway. Quick as lightening the guards sprang into action. Lola glanced over her shoulder at the commotion. It wouldn’t be long before the doors bolted shut, trapping her inside. Her mind moved swiftly, adrenaline coursing through her veins. A single bead of sweat slipped down her back. But she didn’t let the fear of getting caught stop her, she had learned to conquer that fear long ago. Before the bolts could lock on the door in front of her, Lola did a quick check to make sure the guards were otherwise engaged. People scrambled all around her, panicking as the alarms blared. The little boy who had lost his mother was completely forgotten. In the mayhem nobody was paying the slightest attention to the woman inching slowly towards one of the exits. And nobody noticed as she slipped out the door. And nobody saw her climb into the station wagon two blocks away and pull off the long, brown wig to reveal her own short, blonde curls. And not a single person cared to question her when she picked up the little boy from the police station an hour later.
Lola Connelly
Age: 27
Mysterious, charismatic, and alluring are just a few words that describe Lola. She is an enigma to everyone, revealing only what she chooses. A chameleon that is able to change her appearance and personality to fit a situation, you never know which side of Lola you will get at any given moment.
IC
Five. Two. Sixty. The numbers rolled through Lola’s mind. Five guards. Two possible exits. And sixty seconds to secure the target and reach one of the exits, all without any of the guards noticing. It was tricky, but it wasn’t anything Lola hadn’t done before. She had been pulling heists like this since she was seven and her dad took her to the Met in New York. Back then, though, she had been the distraction while her dad heisted the art. Her days as a diversion were long over, now it was her turn to pull the heists, something she’d been doing – successfully she might add – for a good five years.
Glancing at her watch, Lola waited until the second hand hit the four. Go time.
Across the room a little boy started screaming bloody murder, crying out for his mommy and asking everyone around him if they had seen her. Sympathetic women pulled their husbands towards the boy, trying to comfort him and help him find his mother. Three of the guards moved towards the crush of people surrounding the boy, speaking into their walkies as they did so. The remaining two guards stood on alert, their eyes scanning the crowd of people.
As all eyes were focused on the boy, Lola maneuvered her way through the crowd, slipping unseen through the crush of bodies. Just another face in the worried mass. It was within her reach, a glass case in the corner of the room. Inside the case a diamond necklace shone brightly beneath the little spotlight centered in the case. But it wasn’t the necklace that Lola was looking for. Reaching the case, she quickly picked the lock on the back and, keeping her back to the security cameras even though she knew the footage was on a continuous loop thanks to her tech guy, she slid the glass panel door open just enough to grab the pair of sapphire earrings that sat beside the necklace. They didn’t appear to be anything special, a simple pair of drop earrings; the sapphires cut into teardrops and surrounded by small diamonds. But Lola knew their true value.
Kneeling down, Lola deposited an earring into the hollowed out heels of her brown boots. Forty seconds down, twenty more to go. She moved back through the swell of people still frantically searching for the little boy’s mother, giving a subtle tug on the boy’s shirt sleeve. He wiped frantic tears from his eyes in response while continuing to plead for his mommy. The boy was good, Lola couldn’t have done better herself. But what else could she expect from her little brother.
With the exit a mere three feet away, Lola could pass through it in a few easy strides.
The alarm sounded just as she was about to pass through the doorway. Quick as lightening the guards sprang into action. Lola glanced over her shoulder at the commotion. It wouldn’t be long before the doors bolted shut, trapping her inside. Her mind moved swiftly, adrenaline coursing through her veins. A single bead of sweat slipped down her back. But she didn’t let the fear of getting caught stop her, she had learned to conquer that fear long ago. Before the bolts could lock on the door in front of her, Lola did a quick check to make sure the guards were otherwise engaged. People scrambled all around her, panicking as the alarms blared. The little boy who had lost his mother was completely forgotten. In the mayhem nobody was paying the slightest attention to the woman inching slowly towards one of the exits. And nobody noticed as she slipped out the door. And nobody saw her climb into the station wagon two blocks away and pull off the long, brown wig to reveal her own short, blonde curls. And not a single person cared to question her when she picked up the little boy from the police station an hour later.
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