Retrieving the painting

Valerie regarded her objective - the painting hanging on the wall in front of her. Even though she knew it by reputation, standing in front of it, it looked innocuous, hardly remarkable. It was hard to imagine it being worth millions. Upon Iris's confirmation, she reached out and gently lifted the painting from its spot on the wall. It was a medium sized canvas, about the size of her upper body, and pretty light. Once she was holding it in her hands, she began to think about the best way to carry it out unnoticed.

"Iris, I have the package. What's my exit?" she asked.

"There's a door to your five o'clock, about fifteen feet from your position. Hawk, I'm sending you the coordinates - meet Valerie on the other side."

"Gotcha. Five minutes." he replied, and the radio fell silent again.

Valerie was faced with a new challenge - she needed to carry the painting with her, through the lasers, without damaging it. She couldn't imagine Chief, or their client, being happy if even a single scratch appeared on the precious canvas. Getting to the painting hadn't been easy to begin with. If not for her suit protecting her, she would likely not have-A flash of inspiration struck her.

Her suit.

Of course, she thought to herself. She gently laid the canvas on the floor, and reached for the zipper holding her tube top closed. Hesitating at first, she took it off and wrapped it around the canvas, securing it. Next, she used the now almost empty bottle of perfume to spray the area in the direction of her destination, before cautiously beginning her crawl. If she could avoid damaging the suit too much, she would put the top back on the other side, before Hawk opened the door for it. If everything went well, nobody would be any the wiser.

The journey, though much shorter, was nerve wracking. Her breasts, now unsupported, jiggled freely as she carefully bent and maneuvered her way around the lasers while pushing the canvas along the floor. Perspiration built all over her face and body and her breathing became heavy and labored. Nevertheless, she managed to get to the other side without taking a single hit. She let out a sigh of relief, lying on the ground next to the painting while she regained her breath.

"In position." Hawk's voice appeared inside her ear. "There's nothing here, though."

"What? That's unexpected. Valerie, do you see anything?"

Valerie sat up and regarded the wall in front of her. If there was a door here, it was very well disguised. "Nope." she replied, while she unwrapped the painting and began to put her top back on.

"Must be a secret door. Let me see if I can unlock it remotely." said Iris.