[i][/i][i][/i][b][/b]2 AM, February 4th, 2026.
  Coast Condos. Across the street from the Coast City Institute of the Arts. Coast City, California.

*BZZZTTT* 
[color=ed145b]"Security cams show the thief in the West Wing, the Historical arts exhibit. Looks like they can fly, or at least glide. Taking out the guards and - HEY!!!!! Look if you aren't gonna pay attention, I can always go back to watching Netflix and sticking forks in electrical outlets." [/color]
Beka sighs and taps the mic on her helmet. 
[color=a0410d]"yeah yeah, west wing. Art thief, possible flight. Yes to Netflix, no to forks. You remember what happened last time. I'm not there to putout the fire and or fix the breakers when you inevitably blow something.[/color] 

[b][color=a0410d][i]WAIT. ANOTHER FLIER?[/i][/color][/b]

 
[color=a0410d][color=a0410d]Jessie this might be someone like me?[/color] 
[color=ed145b]"Pfft maybe"[/color]
 
[color=a0410d]"Time to drop in for a reunion i guess. Never was one for the whole "early is on time thing"[/color][/color]
 
Rebekah picks herself up out of the crouch and assesses the distance to the Institute window. Its across the street, a good 100 feet across and two floors down. 
Tapping another button on the helmet, she turns on the thermal imaging, and watches the code fly across the screen as Jessie locks on to her target. Beka drops her eyesight to the bottom of her HUD, pulling up her Pandora screen. She sets it to [i]"SOAD Radio"[/i] and brings her eyes back to the ledge as the music begins to play.

A guitar begins the chords to [i]Aerials[/i] as she calculates her flight path once she jumps. 
Noting the distance needed, she takes four steps backwards on the roof she is standing on, takes a breath and begins to sprint.
Another breath, a foot pushing off the roof edge.
A drop to her stomach, a rush of adrenaline as she starts to fall.
A whoop of pure joy as she tucks her wings close to her body, beginning to spiral as she plummets toward her destination.
The sound of drums as she pushes her baton through the window ahead of her, twisting in the air to land safely.
A beat.
She hits carpet and shakes out her wings.
Another beat.

Beka runs to the end of the corridor, pausing to take in her compatriots directions.
[color=ed145b]"LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT B A START"[/color]
[color=a0410d]*okay go left, take a right, another left... wait*[/color]
[color=a0410d]"Are you playing [i]Contra[/i]? In the middle of a robbery? Now whos not paying attention?"[/color]
[color=ed145b]"Well you said you had this but suuuure, take a left and hit the stairs jeez"[/color]
Beka grins at her friends antics and heads in the direction of the stairs.
[color=a0410d]"You know I love your ability to multitask right?"[/color]
A commotion is heard as Beka reaches the stairs and she watches as the ceiling lights crash down onto the first floor and the men below.	
 A second crash as a window shatters, taking a figure through it.

[color=a0410d]"Change of plans, Jessie. This is gonna be an air job. Leaving the scene now keep tabs on them?"[/color] She sighs and jumps the railing, circling once as she readies herself to corkscrew through the shattered window.
As she reaches the night air once more she hears Jesies voice rattling off new directions, but she can already see the figure in the distcance.
A few swift beats of her wings and she is gaining.
Beka shouts at the ever nearing figure, [color=a0410d]"CITIZEN, YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR SUSPECTED THEFT. ANY RESISTANCE WILL BE MET WITH... RESISTANCE"[/color]
She cringes inwardly at her wording, but surges forward through the air as the figure before her falters slightly.
[color=a0410d][i]*Looks like my numbers are coming up, this is gonna be easier outside*[/i][/color] Beka shivers, bracing both for the cold and the impact of two bodies in flight.