A deep release of air from her stilled lungs returned Rika to the realm of visibility, standing idle in one of the farther corners of the occupied primary holding area. The littered corpses across the area and the ringing sounds of gunfire and other miscellaneous weaponry did not bring concern, but irritation at how such a simple mission could become so loud. It didn’t take a scientist to put together who were fighting here, but if this was the extent of the rebels abilities in operations like this then they had a long way to go. Having done enough observation as she sneaked back in here, the howls of the giant …wolf things, yeah, were good and deafening enough for Rika to do as she pleased. While rations and weaponry were the favored possessions of a militarized group, the sums of funding stored away in said crates would benefit her, although it would only be just one. You didn’t go around calling yourself the ‘Emperor’ and not know how to take good care of money, which means that there must’ve been a wealth of dough hidden away somewhere in a vault. Hollow Bastion was many things, but she wouldn’t dump her savings here either.

Prying open the crate as the shouts and roars of man and beast reverberated around the warehouse, the thief had quietly taken the very top and set it aside, mindful of high-profile actions drawing unnecessary attention, even now. Within was the world’s currency: Munny, small and compact in size, making it easy for transportation.[b] “Bingo.”[/b] Rika muttered to herself, slipping her left hand within her jacket and retrieving a small brown sack. Prying it open, she would allow the small amount of munny inside to draw in the rest of the funds. Although she considered herself fairly intelligent with how things worked, not even she had figured out just how munny could be so efficient in its size and near weightlessness. If there was a guess to take, she’d consider that there was at least several thousand within, perhaps even ten. Now was not the time to count, but instead get to a better vantage point and-[b] “Hellooooo~”[/b] grinning widely as her train of thought was interrupted, Rika leaned over and childishly reached inside as a few special glints had caught her eye. Pulling herself out, she would have a couple silver bars in both hands and was already snickering at the fortune.

[b]“I knew I was pretty lucky but this is taking the cake!”[/b] Like a little girl surrounded by sugary treats, Rika seemed lost in her own world and was not paying much more mind to the monsters running around. All she saw now was more dough, and if the Emperor was so careless that he kept this lying around in crates then there had to be more in other facilities. Memorization of the contents on that computer weren't the priority for her as the information was now in her sole possession, but she had a way around that. This whole war was about to make her the richest woman alive, the trophy of most gorgeous having been taken since she was born. Storing both bars in her jacket and zipping it up hastily left Rika with one last quick glance within the crate before she turned her attention to the surroundings. Death, yelling, roars, guns, noise …noise …NOISE! 

[b]“Maybe I should give these rookies a lesson in silence. Hmph.” [/b]Kicking off of the ground, she scaled the foundation of the warehouse’s row of goods and came at a standstill up top. Surrounded by several smaller crates that may have stored ammunition or other items of meager importance to her, the thief had knelt down and took a good long look at the growing disturbance. This would be an ample time to see just how ‘good’ this ragtag group was, and if there might be some money in playing along with them. 

[i]‘Better use your time wisely, kids…’ [/i]