Under the cover of night, the team sprang into action. Jazz worked her magic on the warehouse's front door, while Smudge hacked into the security system. Fingers and Viper slipped inside, their footsteps echoing off the metal shelving.
As they sped through the streets, the sound of sirens grew fainter. The team exchanged grins, their adrenaline still pumping.
Just as they were about to make their escape, Smudge's voice crackled over the comms device. "Guys, we've got a problem. The backup alarm's triggered, and I've got a cop car heading straight for us."
Viper's eyes narrowed. "Who could that be?"
"Not bad for a night's work, eh?"
