Leuca strolled casually into the First Inter-Realm Bank of Rhy'Din. The plump elf had pulled her hair up into a broad bun that dominated the back of her head, with shorter wisps pinned away from her face. Her glasses perched elegantly on the tip of her tanned nose, and she wore an easy smile on her ruddy lips. Her purple tunic and chocolate brown skirt hugged her curvaceous frame and seemed out of place with the simple briefcase she held in front of her.
One of the tellers took notice of her and waved her to the window, returning the smile amicably. "Hello, can I help you, miss?"
"Actually," she replied, "my name is Leuca Fane. I represent the Halatir Trading Company. Truth be told, I'm the inter-racial representative. We deal in Elvish goods from up in Halatir. Perhaps you've heard of us?" At the woman's blank expression, Leuca pressed on. "Well, we're expanding into the Rhy'Din area. Hence..." Trailing off, she made a rather animate gesture to indicate her presence in the city. "So anyway, we're going to need a bank in the area to handle our finances, and I was wondering if I could have a tour of your facilities. I've been instructed to assess the security measures employed by each bank in Rhy'Din before we make a decision."
"Oh! Uhm... one moment. Let me go get the manager..."
Leuca tucked a stray wisp of hair behind a sharply pointed ear and pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose as she waited. Her palms were sweating, though she was careful not to wipe them on her skirt. She couldn't let them see the tension that didn't so much as touch her face. After a short time, the woman reappeared with a balding, portly man in tow. "This is Mister Gregory Harris," the young teller informed her. "He'll meet with you in his office." The pair stepped into the little room, and Leuca repeated her story with just enough suggestive flirtation to tinge his face red.
"And so, Mister Harris-"
"You can call me Greg, Miss Fane."
"Leuca, then, Greg," she replied with a grin. "I really do need an overview of the security measures you employ here at the First Inter-Realm Bank. Honestly, I'm certain you do a fine job keeping everything safe, but I've been instructed to be thorough. You understand?"
"Of course, Miss F-... Leuca..." He returned her grin. "In fact, I'll conduct the tour personally. Is now fine?"
"Now would be perfect, Greg."
Everything was falling into place.
Avasa hadn't spent the past three months in Rhy'Din idle, though none of her jobs had met with any notoriety. Truth be told, though, that was out of necessity. Rhy'Din was like no other city she had ever visited. The sheer amount of security that was available to the general populace was, at first, daunting. But then, she never backed away from a good challenge. Her heist of Kwerejacek's had offered her brief celebrity in the underworld, and she used that (as well as some of her other "attributes") to her advantage. She had... charmed a young fellow into showing her the ropes of these "modern" countermeasures she was encountering.
Throughout the tour, Leuca's eyes took in everything, lingering on sensors and security cameras, mapping everything out like a mental blueprint. She examined angles, taking note of any blind spot. She was kept in a separate room as the vault was opened, and Greg showed her around inside. He pointed out the additional locks on the safe-deposit boxes, which required two keys to open (one held by the bank, the other by the box's owner). The second vault door leading to the money had already been opened, though he wouldn't let her inside. Greg pointed out the pressure sensitive floors and the heat sensors that were inside, as well as the multitude of cameras, all held behind a state-of-the-art computerized lock. Her eyes strayed to the control panel.
Clear as day, she could see the numbers of the code, even if she had no idea the order they should go in. Five of the keys stood out as notably warm to her elven sight.
Greg then showed her the security room, which had its own unique security. It too was equipped with cameras and heat sensors. A person had one minute to disable the security within the room before the heat sensors raised an alarm, ample time for someone who knew the numbers to punch them in, but not nearly enough for someone to guess the pass code. Her eyes lingered on the second security panel, filing away the numbers that lit up before her eyes. She smiled to Greg as they parted ways, telling him she was returning to Halatir within a couple of days, but that she hoped to see him again on her return to Rhy'Din several months later.
For a moment as she turned to leave the bank, her smile fell. There was no way she alone could overcome that security. Even if she knew the numbers to the code, it was impossible to punch in every combination over the course of a minute, not to mention she had no proof that a number wasn't used more than once. Then a sudden thought struck her, and a decidedly cunning grin curved her lips.
Avasa knew exactly who to ask for help.
One of the tellers took notice of her and waved her to the window, returning the smile amicably. "Hello, can I help you, miss?"
"Actually," she replied, "my name is Leuca Fane. I represent the Halatir Trading Company. Truth be told, I'm the inter-racial representative. We deal in Elvish goods from up in Halatir. Perhaps you've heard of us?" At the woman's blank expression, Leuca pressed on. "Well, we're expanding into the Rhy'Din area. Hence..." Trailing off, she made a rather animate gesture to indicate her presence in the city. "So anyway, we're going to need a bank in the area to handle our finances, and I was wondering if I could have a tour of your facilities. I've been instructed to assess the security measures employed by each bank in Rhy'Din before we make a decision."
"Oh! Uhm... one moment. Let me go get the manager..."
Leuca tucked a stray wisp of hair behind a sharply pointed ear and pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose as she waited. Her palms were sweating, though she was careful not to wipe them on her skirt. She couldn't let them see the tension that didn't so much as touch her face. After a short time, the woman reappeared with a balding, portly man in tow. "This is Mister Gregory Harris," the young teller informed her. "He'll meet with you in his office." The pair stepped into the little room, and Leuca repeated her story with just enough suggestive flirtation to tinge his face red.
"And so, Mister Harris-"
"You can call me Greg, Miss Fane."
"Leuca, then, Greg," she replied with a grin. "I really do need an overview of the security measures you employ here at the First Inter-Realm Bank. Honestly, I'm certain you do a fine job keeping everything safe, but I've been instructed to be thorough. You understand?"
"Of course, Miss F-... Leuca..." He returned her grin. "In fact, I'll conduct the tour personally. Is now fine?"
"Now would be perfect, Greg."
Everything was falling into place.
Avasa hadn't spent the past three months in Rhy'Din idle, though none of her jobs had met with any notoriety. Truth be told, though, that was out of necessity. Rhy'Din was like no other city she had ever visited. The sheer amount of security that was available to the general populace was, at first, daunting. But then, she never backed away from a good challenge. Her heist of Kwerejacek's had offered her brief celebrity in the underworld, and she used that (as well as some of her other "attributes") to her advantage. She had... charmed a young fellow into showing her the ropes of these "modern" countermeasures she was encountering.
Throughout the tour, Leuca's eyes took in everything, lingering on sensors and security cameras, mapping everything out like a mental blueprint. She examined angles, taking note of any blind spot. She was kept in a separate room as the vault was opened, and Greg showed her around inside. He pointed out the additional locks on the safe-deposit boxes, which required two keys to open (one held by the bank, the other by the box's owner). The second vault door leading to the money had already been opened, though he wouldn't let her inside. Greg pointed out the pressure sensitive floors and the heat sensors that were inside, as well as the multitude of cameras, all held behind a state-of-the-art computerized lock. Her eyes strayed to the control panel.
Clear as day, she could see the numbers of the code, even if she had no idea the order they should go in. Five of the keys stood out as notably warm to her elven sight.
Greg then showed her the security room, which had its own unique security. It too was equipped with cameras and heat sensors. A person had one minute to disable the security within the room before the heat sensors raised an alarm, ample time for someone who knew the numbers to punch them in, but not nearly enough for someone to guess the pass code. Her eyes lingered on the second security panel, filing away the numbers that lit up before her eyes. She smiled to Greg as they parted ways, telling him she was returning to Halatir within a couple of days, but that she hoped to see him again on her return to Rhy'Din several months later.
For a moment as she turned to leave the bank, her smile fell. There was no way she alone could overcome that security. Even if she knew the numbers to the code, it was impossible to punch in every combination over the course of a minute, not to mention she had no proof that a number wasn't used more than once. Then a sudden thought struck her, and a decidedly cunning grin curved her lips.
Avasa knew exactly who to ask for help.