Gunfire and shouting. That was what Taleste was hearing now as she sat alone in the room. She was scared. It sounded like a truly massive battle was taking place. She had to get here right now! Although...they had left her in here, in this room, with all their loot..It'd be a shame to let it go to waste...

She entered a room, and started quickly rummaging throught the boxes. When a box contained nothing she fancies, she'd push it away, spilling its contents. The next box was the jackpot; dark clothes in her size, very sturdy boots, and a thermal hoodscarf, as well as a lockpicking set and a brass knuckle. She quickly took her party clothes off and changed into her new wardrobe, and slipped the knuckle on her hand. She felt safer already.

She went back to the desk, and checked the drawers. She wanted a pen and paper. What she actually found both pleased and scared her; a nine-chambered revolver and ammo. She took them and stashed them in her back pocket, then found some pen and paper and wrote a note for this bastard, provided he wasn't dead already. It read;

[i]"Sorry, I got bored waiting, so I stole from you and left. You can keep the jacket, though. xxx"[/i]

In the room behind the desk, she found a portrait from her dreams. Bags full of money were piled on top of each other. There were so many bags! She took one over her shoulder, and one in each hand, and exited the apartment, heading briskly towards the elevator as she heard the dropship make its ultimatum. She better get out of here fast...