Heist time

Sara sauntered out of Masu's private room, a picture of upper-class style and sophistication. Opening the door she had came through, she slid the bouncer a few £100 bills she had taken from her victim's wallet. "Make sure we're not disturbed," she smirked, before turning and sauntering back the way she had come. Locking the door to Masu's room on the way, she proceeded to the end of the corridor, and took the door labelled for staff only, to enter the service corridors. Without hesitation, she climbed the stairs to emerge onto the nightclub's roof, sounds of revelry from the street dousing the cool night air.

Sara stripped off her dress, and the thong beneath it, to stand naked under the sky. Dumping the garment worth thousands on the dirty rooftop, she reached into her purse and pulled out her outfit: a legless black outfit made of her own latex-like polymer. Quickly donning the costume, she rolled back her head with satisfaction. It felt freeing to be the Contortionist, just knowing that she could use her powers and be herself. The outfit exposed her hairless hips, legs, and arms, the rest of it stretching with her body to accommodate whatever changes she wished. It even had a nice large boob window; Sara knew her sexuality was just as potent a weapon as ****. Quickly tying up her hair into a bun, and exchanging her stilettos for black platform heels and fishnet stockings, she placed a black mask over her eyes, and her transformation to the Contortionist was complete.

The supervillain then ran along the metal walkway towards the edge of the roof, accelerating to a sprint, then used her enhanced strength to jump inhumanly high, and soar across to the next roof, landing perfectly and continuing running. Her mutation allowed her to effortlessly absorb the shock of such a landing with heels on. She then jumped to the next roof, and the one after that, taking advantage of the street's uniform row of buildings. When she reached her turning, she somersaulted across the gap to land on the lower roof with an easy grace. It only took a few more minutes of this to reach her target: Crescent's flagship bank, positioned right in the centre of the wealthiest retail district in the city.

Jumping down to one of the barred windows on the ground floor, the Latina's body flattened like clay, allowing her to slip through the 5cm gap. Her lip curled in amusement as she saw the lock keeping the window shut. Extracting a wire from her hair bun, the master thief quickly jimmied open the lock, and she was in.

Sara dropped to the ground like a cat, mentally congratulating herself on her ingeniousness. Not only was she sexy and seductive, but she was smart enough to find the only entrance point that wasn't alarmed, and bypass it in seconds. Now she was in, Sara had no problem finding her way to the main vault, bypassing or disabling the alarms as she went. However, when she turned the final corner, already imagining the feel of the priceless diamonds that would soon be hers, she froze.

The vault door was wide open, and what's more, she could see the secret vault-within-a-vault was also wide open. Devastated that she might not get her diamonds, and irked that she went through that whole charade with Charles Musa for nothing, Sara rushed into the vault. She was somewhat relieved to hear someone moving around - she wasn't too late after all! Silently creeping up on the other thief, she leapt on them and wrapped her arms around their neck and body, immobilising them.

"Who are you?" she demanded. "And why are you here tonight?"

As the burglar struggled beneath Sara's grasp, she realised her captive was another woman - clad in a black costume not dissimilar to her own, but with black feathers adorning her mask, which blended into her raven hair.

"I'm the Black Swan," croaked the other woman. "And I could ask the same of you!"

"I'm the Contortionist," growled Sara. "I've planned this heist for weeks. This is my haul you're looking at."

Suddenly an invisible **** hit the Latina. Caught off guard, she slackened her grip, and Black Swan instantly wriggled free. Suddenly the Contortionist found herself being thrown into the air by what she now realised was another villainous mutant.

Black Swan stroked her bruised larynx, and sneered at the young woman pinned to the ceiling. "I beg to differ. In fact, I'll probably leave you locked up in here. They'll find your body in the morning." Turning, she walked to where a huge ruby, flawless and the largest in the world, sat in a glass case.

"Wait, don't -" warned Sara, but it was too late. Black Swan lifted the case, and the vault door started swinging closed.

"Let me go!" Sara yelled, panicked, but the white girl seemed preoccupied trying to stop the door closing with her telekinesis, rather ineffectively. Sara finally dropped to the ground, but it was too late. The vault clanged shut with an ominous finality, followed by the thuds of heavy locks sliding into place.

"You idiot!" screamed Sara, clutching her hair. "Now we'll never get out! It's hermetically sealed, and we can't open it from the inside!" In her fury and panic, she didn't notice the hiss of aerosolised chemicals being released from a hidden canister.

"So we'll run out of air within the hour," realised Black Swan, realisation dawning on her pale - but admittedly beautiful - face.