Maybe she was getting soft. Maybe all of the work she'd been doing with the others was rubbing off on her. Making her empathize with victims.
It was sickening, in a way. To think that Parker, the world's best thief, was starting to get a conscience. It was enough to make her want to toss the gun she'd stolen into the river just to prove she was still on the top of her game.
Fortunately for Sam, there weren't any rivers nearby and the urge passed quickly enough. By the time all was said and done, she was strapped into the harness she'd made that went with the zip line she'd attached within the air duct that led into her apartment. Then she was crawling through the vent and stepping off the small ledge inside.
The ventilation system ran through the entire building and it was - almost quite literally - a straight drop down the shaft to the ground floor. The line tied to Parker's harness kept her from plummeting to her death, although it was definitely one hell of a ride down. She barely maintained her whoop of excitement, only because she didn't want to announce her arrival. Just in case she had second thoughts at the last minute.
She didn't, though, and in less time than it would take to wait for the elevator, Parker had traveled several floors and was dangling just outside the vent leading into the living room in Sam's apartment. A few seconds later she had removed the cover and was sliding it to the floor. It clanged softly but by then she wasn't bothering to be quiet anymore. She'd already slid from the small square-shaped hole where the vent had once been.
"FBI! Freeze!" she barked in a hard sounding voice, taking the typical 'cop' stance as she pointed Sam's gun at him. Then she laughed, visibly relaxed, and gave a wave with her free hand.