This was the kind of job Felicia could get behind. It was in a nice civilized location. It was also one she was quite familiar with. The rooftops of New York were perilous for a black hat at night, with all the heroes running around. She wasn't looking to tango, but rather to procure something for a client. He'd been very specific about it. At least, he'd been very specific about it's description. The fact that it was about 12 inches tall and should weigh about 20 something lbs. It would be carved out of onyx and in the shape of a woman with her arms wrapped about herself.
It was like the man just wanted her to take it, with the way that it had been displayed in the middle of the floor the way it was. She'd managed to neutralize the camera and checked the display for any sort of weight triggers. It seemed to be completely open.
Gloved hands reached forward, the pads of her fingers grasping the figurine. She paid no mind to the intertwining symbols carved into the wood pedestal it was sitting on, at least not until they started to glow. "Shit," she said believing she must have tripped an alarm of some sort.
Little did she know she had done much worse.
A moment later, the woman's arms shifted from around her waist to around Felicia's wrist. The hold hurt her and she let out a cry of pain. "What the--?" She never had a chance to finish her sentence. A wind blasted her back, and the next thing she saw was a hulking creature stepping out of the shadows on the other side of the room. It didn't growl, but roared as it looked around disoriented..
That worked in her favor. I am going to have to ask for more money.