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[color=crimson][b][h3]Φ PAYBACK Φ[/h3][/b][/color][/center]
She listened to the chatter of the comms from outside, took another sip of the all-too-sweet coffee. Yeah, there were benefits, though her eyes danced from one place to another to another. She’d seen most of them lock up their cars, sure, though there were five way-too-expensive electrics in the driveway that had stupid fobs. Yeah, Myla knew she could break those. That was kiddie stuff. 

Some part of her wanted to go inside. There were easier things to take there. There were always easier things to take there. People didn’t lock up their desks right, or they didn’t close out a computer properly, so on, so forth. Of course, she’d probably demagnetize someone’s card if she tried anything there. Of course, stealing [i]anything[/i] at a SDN station was stupid - there were cameras everywhere. There were always cameras everywhere, and people used to being on their toes instead of being relaxed, calm, existing. Some of the dispatchers were idiots, sure, but a few were ex-Heroes who’d had too long behind a desk where they’ve been itching to get back into the fight.

Her thoughts were half on the conversation. Another sip. Lightning talked too much, Eclipse sounded like a Red Ring fuck who couldn’t get out if they had a C-section, and all-in-all it made her really, really tempted to take the ear piece out. Of course, that would set off all kinds of alarms probably, and some part of her remembered it was a part of the Phoenix Program agreement. But hey, Eclipse was a shadow-guy apparently, and Myla couldn’t help but glance down at her bag. Yeah, she could deal with that pretty easy. 

The guy seemed to be having an issue, though…drugs or something. Dealing. Yeah that sounded about right, too. Myla leaned back into the chair, enjoyed the sun a bit more, took that deep breath in. Maybe she could get staplers or…something. Maybe? What’d people leave out on their desks that she could snag. None of it would really matter, of course. It’s not like she could sell staplers, or post-it notes, or fuckin [i]pens[/i], but maybe it was a little statement. ‘I can do this and you can’t stop me’. Maybe that was it…or she just [i]wanted[/i] to. Fuck. At least the Red Ring shmuck could blame something outside of himself, Myla just had the issue with her. Issue? No, no. [i]Gift[/i].

Yeah, a gift. Sure. Maybe when the lights turned off Myla could do a walk-around to see what got left out. She sat the coffee down on the chair, painfully started to enter in letters. The other people probably were hearing it on a text-to-speech, but that’s what it was.

[color=crimson]”B outside til u need. K?”[/color]