Left in the dust thinking over an impossible situation. Yeah, this was a Monday, alright. The man tipped over and slid over his neatly piled stack of papers, stopping himself hard on one hand. There she went, and with her, his payout. Was this seriously happening?

	So many of his jobs went off without a hitch. He was sure that the cops had never even heard of him. For this to be how he fails after weeks of prep work? No way. He's just have to track her down. It couldn't be that hard to find somebody so [i]high profile[/i]. He pulled out his phone, cracked into a private network, and made his way towards the back entrance of the bank. It would take a while, but this wasn't the last she'd seen of [i]Leopold Diola[/i].

	At least, it wouldn't have been, if he could manage to tap into the security cameras before the system was reset...

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	The streets were packed with the usual afternoon crowd, from civilians going about their daily routine, to street performers and tech demos looking to catch eyes. Samantha passed several police cars on her way to the subway, but not a single one paid her a passing glance as she made her way through the crowd. Motion-sensitive street cameras whirred throughout the crowd at random, but unless somebody was actively trying to pick her out, they were about as useful as a 1990's CCTV system. It seemed like she'd gotten away with it, but there was never telling when somebody's plans could go south.

	The subway entrance was just beyond the crowd's horizon. It's [i]'Terabyte Sized Travel'[/i] sign poked out just above the row of hats as a beacon of safety. Unbeknownst to Samantha though, several men and women were waiting underground for a particular thief that'd been on their radar for months.

	Captain Kevin Gutierrez was on the scene. His attire didn't match that of a captain actively working for a government mandated task force. On the contrary, Kevin blended in with the civilians quite effectively, as did the seven agents who accompanied him. He though so, anyways. Man didn't exactly have an eye for fashion. His red sports coat and khaki pants made him stand out like a sore thumb. 

	Kevin's group was here on express orders to capture a particular criminal. Someone who'd eluded their efforts since the beginning of May. It was all based on an anonymous tip, but they were going all out. This task force was just one of three dispatched to the city. Two other teams were also on standby near other major escape routes, but based on their information, it seemed like their target was already inbound.

	One of the female agents slid up against the edge of the subway line and gently clicked a bud in her ear. "You sure he'll dive right into the subway, Captain?"

	Kevin stood near the bottom of the stairwell that lead into the subway from above ground. He pulled out his phone and peeked at his with a smile while rubbing a hand across the length of his smoothed chin. "He won't get far on foot. I'm sure he'll come." He put his phone away and pulled out a pair of squared glasses. "Ready your specs. Keep an eye out for the beacon's signal. He isn't getting away again."