fandomhigh | Freelance Treasure Hunting, Monday, Period 5, Class #3

The class had been ~~handwavily~~ instructed to report to the Danger ~~Room~~ Shop for today's class. Vala was looking especially smug as she played with the dials on the machine and munched on an apple.

"Hello," she greeted them cheerfully, "and welcome to what I'm sure will be an enlightening afternoon for you. Today we will be dealing with how to obtain your treasure or priceless artifact, once you've located it. As I'm sure you probably already know, in many instances, people who collect priceless and historically important artifacts and works of art tend to have elaborate security systems protecting these items and making it more difficult--but, and this is important, not impossible--for an enterprising individual such as one of you to obtain or liberate them."

"So, in today's class, there will be a number of scenarios programmed into the trust computer imaging system here, and your assignment will be to free it from its unfortunate incarceration. Please be aware that there will be a number of alarm systems and surprises along the way. There is also a table with tools," she gestured towards a number of burglary tools that were nicely arrayed on a table at the side of the room in Vanna White-esque fahion, "should you require them. Also, feel free to ask any questions along the way, and either my charming minion-er, assistant-or myself will answer you as soon as we can."

[ooc: Please hold for OCD. *la la la la lalalalala* *shuts off hold music* Play away!]

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Dammit. Not gonna fit under there. Time to case the room and look for alternatives. Doors? Windows? Exits? Come on, come on, maybe a button or ...

Looking over the case again, Rikku saw a trapdoor. Awesome.

First order of business: she grabbed another smoke bomb, to keep it handy in her left hand.

Second was squeezing through the hole into the enclosure. She had to lose the crowbar in her right hand to do it, but she remembered to pop a hand out afterwards and pull it in with her.

Now. She could kneel down and take a good look at that trapdoor. Were there any keyholes? If so, she'd try riffling through the keyring quickly looking for possible matches, and failing that, bust out the lockpicks. If not, she still had the crowbar...

There was as keyhole and a ring to pull the trapdoor open, and there was a key on the ring that matched the keyhole.

However, the other guards had finally come over and were pounding on the steel door and yelling for Rikku to get out of there, so her time might be a bit limited.

Okay, think fast. Rikku didn't have any sleep grenades to toss under the steel door. And she burned way too many seconds finding the stupid key.

She found her best wavering voice. "You're not going to shoot, are you? I'm scared! I won't come out if you're gonna sh-shoot me!"

And in the meantime, threw open the trapdoor and started dragging the bomb over to it. As quietly as humanly freaking possible.

After some debate, it was decided that no, they weren't going to shoot the thief, and the ensuing discussion about whether to use a taser or pepper spray covered the sounds of the bomb being dragged over to the trapdoor.

When in doubt, rely on being tiny and looking totally harmless. She eyerolled and tried not to giggle.

"I'm s-scared of the taser, too! I'll come out with my hands up but only if you promise not to taser me! Do you p-p-promise?"

Time to find out where the trapdoor went! She hefted the bomb and very very carefully stepped through.

"We promise!" The guards chorused. Not the sharpest knives in the drawer, were these gentlemen.

The trapdoor, meanwhile, led to a tunnel. About halfway through, Rikku should begin to feel fresh air.

Ah, stupidity. Where her own may trip her up from time to time - and it did - a lot - at least she could count on the stupidity of others to make things right again.

She still had the smoke bombs handy in case company came along, because they'd probably be moving faster. Not sure what good they'd be, in that case, but ... Rikku hurried faster. Fresh air. That was good. Right?

The fresh air was followed by sunlight, and Rikku would find herself outside just minutes before the simulation cut off. Vala grinned at one of her prize students. "Well done! And what did you learn?"

Rikku considered. "I think I kinda learned that I have no idea how to do techno-stuff, and need to ask about that. And that playing innocent always helps, and so does beating the crap out of things, and that authority people showing up isn't necessarily bad. And that in a real-life situation you should totally case the joint beforehand if you can so that you know what you're up against. Uh, and that those bomb things are heavy."

Vala nodded her approval. "I'm so proud."

Rikku blinked. "Really? 'Cause I screwed up a lot! I mean, I kinda looked like an idiot."

"You got what you went in for, you used all the tools at your disposal, and you didn't get arrested," she counted off on her fingers. "To me, that counts as a successful theft."

Rikku giggled. "Then that's good enough. But I'll try to do better next time, honest."

"I'm sure you will."

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