[indent][u][b]2 AM, February 4th, 2026.
Coast City Institute of the Arts. Coast City, California.[/b][/u][/indent]

"How's the kids?"

"Doing just fine, Paul, sending my eldest off to live with my cousins in Europe."

"No shit! That's fantastic!"

"I know! He's really excited."

"Hey, new guy, you got kids?"

"No, they all die in war with Titans."

"Aw jeez man that's awful."

"Is okay, I rip Greek monsters to pieces with bare hands. As well as with bear hands."

"Woah you have like... shapeshift powers?"

"Yes. I also have Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. Some days it's hard to get out of bed. Some days I decapitate pigeons with bare hands. As well as with bear hands."

Anna found it hard not to burst into laughter as she dangled her feet from the light she was seated upon. Laughing at the misfortune of the poor, ill, and Russian wasn't something that a lady did, but Anna couldn't help it, goddammit!

Right, right, serious, no giggling. She was looking for a specific painting. "Arrival of the Lord of Callibra in New York." Her employer said that the person who had donated it had planted a bug. Her employer often used the museum for clandestine meetings, and said bug was rather unfortunate for him. So she just had to find it now.

Oh, there it is.

Huh.

Well that was easy.

Anna got to her feet and hopped just a bit, the light struggled, but she didn't fall, which was great! Just perfect.

She unfolded the kite on her pack and pushed her hands into the holds, pulling on the tightening cord until her wrist was firmly secured to the elastic rope that hung from the kite's corner.

Quickly doing the same for her other arm, she reached clumsily around the surface of the kite, looking for the button to activate the air cannon. Her fingers slid over the solid part of the kite's underside, and with a soft push, a blast of pressurized air fired off from behind her.

Good, she was ready.

With a small step forwards, she dropped from the light. This was where the exhilaration begun. She threaded her way around the many exhibits, dancing above and below as she shot towards her target. The blinding flash of a flashlight wasn't enough to keep her from diving downwards. Kicking her feet in front of her, she smiled widely as she slammed one of the guards' heads into the ground below.

"We've got a robbery!" one of the still conscious guards yelled with a mixture of fear and complete hysteria.

The Russian approached with one hand on his gun and one hand turning into an octopus tentacle.

Swiftly, Anna split the kite in two horizontally, using the thick half as a shield as he fired off two shots and extended his arm to grab at her. Anna held the thinner half above her head and squeezed on the hand-hold, activating the air cannon, and sending the kite slashing through the tentacle-arm, and slamming into the man's head. Before he was able to hit the ground, the last guard in the immediate area rounded the corner with gun at the ready. Anna shot forward, grabbing the discarded kite half and joining it with the other in an instant. She pressed a purple button on the kite's underside, and again the air cannon shot off, slamming into the man's stomach and flying off. It slammed into one of the connective ropes holding the ceiling lights, cutting it in two and sending it careening into the unconscious Russian below.

Anna pressed a button on her chest, and the kite spun, dropping the guard to his probable death considering how he landed on his neck, oops, and returned to her waiting back.

Before anyone else could arrive, she sprinted over to the painting. It wasn't exactly famous, so there wasn't a glass box protecting it or anything. She grabbed it and taped it to her chest as quickly as she was able.

The rest of the guards had arrived now, so Anna quickly activated the air cannon and shot herself through the closest window with a massive grin on her face.

"That was awesome! Hahaha! Kick, fucking, ass!"