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  The bagel run with Jessica had been a success or you could call it a very critical Success, if I was being generous.

  We had spent thirty minutes sitting on a concrete bench outside the West Gate, eating poppy seed bagels and drinking coffee that didn't taste like filtered dirt.

  I learned three things:

  she hated her supervisor, she had a cat named Whiskey and she was currently single because her last boyfriend who was a Level 2 security guard was too controlling.

  Too controlling...yeah I had thought, nodding sympathetically while mentally noting that down. Note to self: Be the chill, mysterious listener and don't be the cop.

  When we parted ways, she actually lingered,that was the tell, the I don't really want to go back to work yet linger.

  "Thanks for the rescue, Toby," she had said, fixing her glasses. "I owe you one."

  "I'll collect," I had replied with a wink.

  But now, the romance was paused and it was time for the resource management portion. I was back in the belly of the beast: Logistics Warehouse B.

  It was a massive hangar, filled with rows of shelving that stretched up into the darkness of the ceiling. It smelled of cardboard, hydraulic fluid, and whatnot.

  Forklifts beeped in the distance, and the hum of the ventilation system was loud enough to hide a muffled sneeze. I sat at my desk, pretending to type but in reality, I was watching Supervisor Miller.

  [Target: Supervisor Miller]

  [Status: Post-Lunch Coma]

  [Routine: Patrols Sector 1-3.

  Avoids Sector 4 (Too far from the bathroom)]

  My eyes flicked to the manifest on my screen.

  Item: Crate #404

  Origin: NYPD Handover / Raid on Tech-Bros Smuggling Ring.

  Contents: Unlicensed Consumer Electronics.

  Destination: Incinerator (Scheduled 16:00).

  It was 14:15. "Alright," I whispered to myself. "Time to go to work."I grabbed a clipboard...the ultimate stealth tool. If you walk fast and hold a clipboard, people assume you're supposed to be there.

  I stood up and navigated the maze of crates, my heart was thumping a littl, not out of fear, exactly, but anticipation and adrenaline.This was my first Loot Run. I reached Sector 4 which was the trash sector.

  This was where SHIELD dumped stuff that wasn't dangerous enough to be locked in the Vault, but too illegal to be sold at auction. Counterfeit goods, seized drug money wrappers, and electronics that didn't have the right FCC stickers.

  I found Row 12, there it was, Crate #404.

  A wooden box about the size of a mini fridge.

  I looked left and saw a long aisle of empty shelves and when looked right their were only flickering lightbulb and a stack of tires.

  "Clear."

  I stepped up to the crate. It was nailed shut.

  "Strength 9," I muttered, flexing my fingers. "Don't fail me now."

  I jammed a pry bar which I'd snagged from a tool bench on the way over under the lid.

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  I pulled but nothing happened. I gritted my teeth and put my entire body weight into it.

  Creak

  The wood groaned.

  "Come on, you piece of..."

  CRACK

  The lid popped open and i froze, waiting for sirens, shouting, or Nick Fury himself to rappel from the ceiling.

  Nothing, Just the distant beep of a forklift.

  I lifted the lid and looked inside."Jackpot."

  It wasn't alien tech nor It was it Tesseract.

  It was something far more liquid in 2006.

  Laptops,High-end ones and digital cameras.

  I reached in and pulled out a sleek, black laptop The logo on the lid was an alien head.

  [Item: Alienware Area-51 m5500 (2006 Model)]

  [Condition: Mint / Seized]

  [Market Value: $2,500 USD]

  "Two grand," I whistled. "And there are..." I counted. "Five of them." That was nearly $12,000 in fast cash and in 2006, that was a down payment on a house in the Midwest, or a very nice used car.i dug deeper and beneath the laptops were boxes of cameras.

  [Item: Canon EOS 5D]

  [Condition: New in Box]

  [Market Value: $3,000 USD]

  Three of them. L"This smuggling ring had good taste," I grinned but I couldn't just carry them out. If I walked out the front door with five laptops, the guards would tackle me before I reached the parking lot. "Inventory," I commanded silently. I touched the first laptop.

  Whoosh

  It vanished into thin air and then I touched the second, Gone,the cameras, Gone

  I was stripping the crate like a piranha. Within thirty seconds, Crate #404 was completely empty.

  [Inventory Slots: 8/20 Used]

  Now came the tricky part, the crate was marked for the incinerator and If the disposal team came to pick it up and it was light as a feather, they'd get suspicious and they might open it. They'd see it was empty and check the logs. My name was on the access log for this sector so I needed a substitute. I looked around frantically and my eyes landed on a pile of "Defective Manuals " in the adjacent bin. Thick, heavy binders titled

  SHIELD PROTOCOLS: VOLUME 14.

  "Perfect irony," I snickered.

  I grabbed armfuls of the heavy binders and dumped them into the wooden crate.

  I filled it until it looked roughly as full as before and then, I shoved the wooden lid back down and hammered the nails back in with the heel of the pry bar.

  Thud, Thud,Thud

  I stepped back, wiping sweat from my forehead.

  [Quest Complete: The First Heist]

  [Reward: 100 XP]

  [New Title Unlocked: Petty Thief (Agility +1)]

  I felt a slight tingle in my legs,my Agility had just bumped up to 12.I definitely wasn't Quicksilver, but I will be getting there one day.

  "Hey! You!"

  My blood ran cold.I spun around, clutching the clipboard to my chest like a shield.

  Standing at the end of the aisle was a guard. He wasn't a standard mall cop; this was SHIELD security. He had a sidearm and a look of profound boredom.

  "What are you doing back here?" he asked, walking toward me. I engaged my Poker Face, my heart rate slowed and my expression smoothed out into a look of mild annoyance, the look of a worker who hates his job.

  "Inventory audit," I said, tapping the clipboard.

  "Logistics messed up the weight manifest for the incineration batch.

  Supervisor Miller sent me to verify Crate 404 is actually full before they waste fuel burning air."The guard stopped, looking at the crate, then at me. "Is it full?" he asked.

  I kicked the crate and It didn't budge.

  "Full of outdated tech, heavy as hell."

  The guard shrugged."Whatever. Just hurry up,We're locking down this sector in ten for a K-9 sweep."

  "K-9 sweep?" I asked, my voice steady, though my mind raced. If I had stayed five minutes longer, a dog would be sniffing my crotch.

  "Yeah, Someone lost a Stark-Tech prototype in the cafeteria or so they say, it's Probably just an excuse to drill the dogs." He turned around.

  "Badge?" I held up my lanyard. "Agent Dick. Logistics."He snorted. "Dick. Rough break, kid." "Tell me about it." He waved me off.

  "Get moving."I walked past him, forcing myself not to run, i could feel the weight of the laptops in my spatial inventory...metaphorically speaking but physically, I felt light. I made it back to the main Logistics floor and sat at my desk.

  My hands were trembling slightly and the adrenaline dump was real.

  I opened my System interface.

  [Current Funds: $5,000 (Starter Cash)]

  [Inventory Value: ~$21,000 USD (Estimated)]

  I was rich, not exactly but Well, 2006 rich for a 19-year-old. But I couldn't sell this stuff on eBay or Amazon not with my real name.

  SHIELD tracked internet traffic. I needed a fence and luckily, I knew exactly where to find one or rather, I knew where Toby Dick used to buy his weed and coccaine before I took over his body.

  I checked the time, 16:30.

  Shift ended in thirty minutes. I pulled up a new window on my computer and typed in a search query, careful to route it through a proxy, a basic skill I had picked up in my previous life as a degenerate conqueror ranked gamer.

  Search: "Hell's Kitchen Pawn Shops open late."

  The screen populated with results.

  "Time to expand the business," I whispered.

  But first, I checked my reflection in the dark monitor, I looked tired,messy, unremarkable.

  "Charm 15 is doing a lot of heavy lifting," I mused."But money... money is a multiplier."

  I imagined walking into a high-end club with a tailored suit, a wad of cash, and that Midnight Essence cologne,the women wouldn't just look at me; they'd devour me.

  [Desire System Update]

  [New Daily Quest: Liquidation]

  [Objective: Sell the stolen goods without getting arrested.]

  [Reward: Access to System Shop - Level 1 Clothing & +200 XP]

  I grinned, the Level 1 Clothing shop.Finally I could stop wearing these itchy grey slacks.

  "Miller, Sir!" I called out, standing up. "I'm done with the manifests, Heading out."

  Miller didn't even look up from his donut. "Yeah, yeah. Get lost, Dick."

  I grabbed my jacket, I had a date with the criminal underworld of New York City and after that?

  I checked my phone, I had Jessica's number.

  Step 1: Get Money

  Step 2: Get Layout

  Step 3: Get Laid

  "God, I love this job."

  Authors Note:-

  Dick is enjoying his job....is he!!!

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