A Rogue in Lady's Clothing

A week of planning. A week of lessons. A week of casing and re-casing the easy to reach targets. A week of reading anything and everything available on the others.

If there was ever a good day to pull a heist of this scale, this would be it.

Amelia waits as patiently as she can at a small coffee shop down the street from their first heist target - The Guggenheim. Despite all of her uncertainties about the clothing and making herself look like she's from 21st Century Earth, she blends in well. Hell, she even got help with make up and a small spell to change her hair and eye color to better hide her appearance. No one would suspect the sandy blonde, green-eyed woman was Amelia if they didn't know ahead of time what her plan for changing her appearance was, which Samus did, of course. She's got her tea (because there's no room for being jittery on the job), a newspaper, and some kind of breakfast sandwich, all of which she ordered and paid for without causing a scene. A minor miracle, if she were asked about it.

In her mind she goes over the checklist of things she needed for the day. Burner phone? Check. Hair restraint that can double as a weapon if necessary, but wasn't the one from back home? Check. Armor that Samus gave her? On under her clothes. Lock picks? Compact mirror? Check and check.

Sanity? Left at the door to the Nexus. She can pick it up when she gets back there.

Her checklist done, she begins going through the general plans for the heist in her mind again. She knows the plan backwards and forwards, but that doesn't stop the worry. Get in. Disable security feeds, replace with dummy feeds. Take down any and all security guards they come across. Start grabbing everything and get ready to pass it back through a PINpoint portal to the warehouse she procured for storing all of their lifted goods. She makes another mental note to grab that still life painting of oranges - it was intriguing and even if not on Schön's list, it would be a nice bonus for her.

A sip of tea. A slow breath. Eyes alight with mischief.

She's ready.

Finding someone in the Nexus is a much more difficult task than would be expected, given the amount of technology available for such things. For someone coming from a less advanced world, though, it becomes a game of patience. Everyone comes to the Forum at some point or another, making it the best place to wait.

Perched above the general crowds on one of the shorter buildings of the Forum, Amelia watches the crowds that pass by on their way to and from whatever their destination might be. It's a game of patience, leaving her time to look over the half dozen or so files she has with her as she waits for one specific person to make their way across the busy street.

Once Verity appears, Amelia packs the files into her leather messenger bag and shimmies down the drain pipe of the building she'd perched herself on. She approaches cautiously, giving Verity a quick tap on the shoulder as soon as she was close enough. When she's sure she has Verity's attention, she nods in way of greeting.

"I need to speak to you. In private. Do you have some time?"

Verity can be assured that this will not be a short conversation.