The ruby on the move

Ava looked at Sally, who was fumbling in the inside pocket of her sleeveless jacket, while waddling towards her with her ruined trousers tangled around her ankles. Eventually there was a ripping noise and Sally pulled out a small gun, as well as a piece of the lining of her jacket, which hung from the gun barrel by the pocket.

"Freeze!" Sally ordered again.

"Oh, I don’t think so, darling." Ava replied with a smile. She quickly reached to her thigh through the slit in her dress, there was a brief twang and her hand came up holding a black lace garter. "Whoops. Wrong leg."

"Hey, Sally!" Jess hurried over, waving away the smoke in front of her, "The ruby's getting away!"

The agents all looked, to see a rope hanging from a skylight above the pedestal, and clinging to it a figure that was clearly female, judging by her skintight white catsuit. She had a hood over her head, with a pair of goggles on the outside. The figure held the ruby in one hand, and a device in the other which was attached to the rope, and with the press of a button the device began to pull her up the rope.

"Why do they always put skylights over the valuable things?" Sally grumbled, "Jess, she's going to the roof! I'll take the stairs!"

"What about me?" Jess asked.

"Follow her up the rope!"

Sally ran for a door, leaving the remains of her suit scattered on the floor, now dressed in a white blouse which was tucked into her pink panties.

Ava watched her go, then walked to a different door, pressing a button and calling a lift.

"Americans. Always doing things the hard way." She sighed, pressing the button for the roof.