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 By the time Felicia and Jubilee had made it to the HVAC service area, the security room had been secured. All around them were the massive filtration systems that the biological and chemical labs relied on to maintain the safety of the research. Their target was an air distribution system that pulled in fresh air and circulated it through the labs. It was isolated from the rest of the building because it had an additional safety feature. The air returning from the labs went through a chamber and ionized under ultraviolet light, in order to destroy any possible pathogens in the air. Likely for them, while the security room couldn't touch the security for the labs themselves, which was controlled internally, they did have control over the associated systems, and with the push of a button, shutdown the ultraviolet chamber. That left a clear, if incredibly tight, vent down into the labs themselves. A nightmare for anyone claustrophobic but perfect if you happened to be a tiny cat burglar. "So, are we taking bets on who our mystery date is?" Felicia asked, getting herself situated to slide in head first. The tunnel was just barely wider than her shoulders, so she'd be going first, with Jubilee as the safety if she got stuck on her ankles. Literally; Felicia had control of the pulley line gun - was it really a heist if someone didn't use a grapple type gun? - to reel her through, Jubilee would be holding her boots and pulled along for the majority. "Closest guess gets a... what's the burglar equivalent of a pony?" “Hmm. It could be a lot of people. I mean, did you get anything on them or is it another of those ‘go to point A, steal shiny thing, go to point C things because I get those a lot.” Jubilee did indeed have Felicia by the boots in a tight grip as she allowed the woman to mostly pull her along. She was ready to brace them if anything happened but mostly she was just trying to make herself as light as possible. “Hope Diamond. Although considering it was stolen from some temple in India once upon a time I’m sure someone would pay us to get it back to them. Sure, we’d have to steal it from the Smithsonian but think of how cool that would be?” "Okay, closest guess gets to go steal the Hope Diamond for a weekend, I'm not getting into artifact politics against the Smithsonian. Heads up, corner," Felicia said, their slide coming to a halt as she released the grapple, wound it back to herself, and repositioned herself to shoot it down the left. Making an awkward curve around, they continued. "I'm saying female, someone we know of but have never met." “We’ll need to get one of the magic types to de-curse it though.” Jubilee noted absently as she concentrated on keeping ahold of Felicia as they made the change. “Hmm, guess I should take male then, just to be different. Although, if we both went female, I could guess someone like that Granddaughter of Bucky Barnes, or was it daughter? Super Soldier type anyway. Maybe an offshoot of one of them?” Felicia made an annoyed noise as they dragged along, twisting through the duct maze she’d memorized. “Oooh! Secret clone! Secret clone of someone we know! That’s my new bet,” Felicia hiss yelled, pausing at another juncture to repeat the return, angle, shoot. “We’re halfway there, put in the call?” “Signal out.” |
