The MOON?!
Meanwhile, in Another Dimension
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"I don't pay you to think!"
"You don't really pay me at all, these days," Taylor calmly replied. Calmly was the best way to respond to anything Baroness von Boom said or did. Elseways lay explosions.
"Exactly! So if I'm not paying you to think, don't! This job will net us enough cash I can pull my next caper AND finally pay you all that back salary."
"You're not paying me to NOT think, either, and this plan has bad idea written all over it. I'm not walking straight into ABB territory and knocking over a casino. That's a terrible idea. Now, if you were paying me to not think, that would be different. I'd say yes Baroness, right away, we'll build that moon base, fire up a hypno ray, and aim it at the Kremlin so they start a war with China, brilliant idea, no flaws at all, and then I'd do it. But you're not, so I'm going to think rather carefully."
The Baroness stared at her for a full minute.
"What? Oh no, I know that look."
"On second thought, maybe I should pay you to think, because that idea was brilliant! I'll just need a solid gold drill..." Baroness von Boom wandered off muttering.
"No, that was a joke, I meant... Whatever. Yes, Baroness, right away, just so long as I get paid this time."
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Taylor walked into Brockton Bay Central Bank and got in line while she began building a picture of the bank in her head. This was just going to be a quick look around so she could make a more serious effort next week. It was, anyways, until she spotted four people creeping down a corridor with three dogs.
She made a quick decision and ducked into a bathroom, pulling on her silk gloves, mask, and brass goggles, and pulling off her clothes to reveal Recon's bodysuit.
She swiftly directed her bugs to chew through a few critical wires, and strolled out at the same time that the Undersiders burst onto the scene. She leaned against a wall while they gave a speech to their new hostages, and slowly clapped when the blonde finished.
"Very intimidating, I got chills. I'd work on it a bit, though, because the woman at counter three pressed her little red button on about word five. No need to panic, though, the signal didn't go anywhere."
"Recon. The more visible of Baroness von Blimp's lackeys. I take it we have you and Gremlin to thank for the lack of alarms, then? Not Gremlin. Just you? Gremlin doesn't exist, you've just been using your powers to fake being two weaker capes. Oh shit, if Recon and Gremlin are weaker..." The blonde, Tattletale, her goggles were informing her, shook her head as if to clear it. "Why are you here? Wait, you think we're the poachers? Dibs only counts if we can hear you call it. We'll cut you in on the final number if you help us get out of here. There's five of us, including you, and our backer will quintuple our take. So we each get whatever we walk out of here with. Deal? Good, glad we could make a deal. I'm going to go start opening safes."
Still leaning against the wall in a relaxed pose, Taylor shook her head as she listened to Tattletale and Grue as they went upstairs.
"We already had an exit plan. Why are we paying her to lean against the wall and do nothing?"
"Because nothing is a very good thing to pay someone that powerful to do. This way she won't draw attention to us when we all make our escape, and she already helped by disabling the silent alarm, even if we did want the attention, for whatever distraction the boss needs."
Taylor sighed, and spoke through the bugs in a vent they were passing. "You know, the Baroness gets kind of mad when you call her von Blimp. And if you wanted to create a distraction, you should have just said so."
Taylor awoke the swarm she'd densely packed into the sewer, and a cloud of bugs boiled out onto the streets, causing chaos for the drivers and pedestrians outside.