The four of them strolled onto the street, looking as casual as they could with their sudden makeovers. Imitating human fashion was never an easy task with how fast humans tended to change their styles, but discreetly snatching some clothes was getting harder and harder with the improvements in security.
Harry led the way, keeping a close eye out for Shania. They were at the place she'd told them to wait but she wasn't visible. Stean and James stood beside him, both of them also busy scanning the street. Vankous, on the other hand, was eying up a nearby ice cream truck.
And then he spotted her, bright blonde hair glinting in the sunlight as she made her way over to them, a smile lighting up her face as she saw them. She immediately proceeded to hug her brother, followed by Harry. A couple of handshakes with the other two followed.
“I’m so glad you guys could make it,” said Shania, “I was worried that you’d have better things to be doing than helping us. This is a real pickle at the moment.”
“Well, that’s what friends are for,” said Harry. “Besides I haven’t done an old school hostage rescue slash heist situation in a while and those are always fun.”
“Oh yes,” said Stean, and the two exchanged a hi five. Shania gave them her usual eye roll while James and Vankous groaned.
“That’s no fun,” said James, “trust me, the movies are lying.”
“For once I agree with him,” said Vankous with a nod.
“Trust me, it’ll be fun,” said Harry.
“Yeah, you just need to get...creative,” said Stean, rubbing his hands together.
“How about we find a private spot to plan a “heist” instead of this very public street not to mention I haven't actually told you where we’re breaking into yet,” said Shania, voice dropping to a whisper.
“Oh right, you didn’t tell us yet,” said Harry, whispering back, “lead the way then.”
“After me then,” she said, taking off along the street, the four of them in tow.
They were soon in a back alley that appeared to be deserted. A couple of discreet hand waves by Vankous and it was pronounced as completely deserted and secure.
“I wish it was midnight,” said James.
“Why?” asked Vankous, “so it can be even more creepy.”
“No, to provide the required ambiance to the planning of a secret heist,” said Harry, giving him a ‘duh’ look.
“Okay, serious mode for a bit guys,” said Shania, “time to actually plan some stuff.”
“Anyone want chips?” asked James, producing the bag of chips from earlier.
“Oh yes, heist planning makes one very hungry,” declared Vankous.
“We share this time,” said Stean, snatching the bag before either of them could finish it by themselves.
“Guys,” said Shania.
“So, where is this place, and who’s going to be the one to scout it out?” said Harry, getting down to business.
“Now we’re talking,” said Shania. “So I remember...
“Okay, well...this is going to be...interesting,” said Harry, “that’s a lot of scouting to do.”
“Yeah, why can’t I be the henchman again?” asked James.
“I already told this a million times,” said Stean, “you are the scrawny human, the three of us are the bodyguard and Vankous is the mad scientist. It's a traditional evil businessman's entourage, and it’ll work. Can we just all agree to these roles already?”
“Hey, I have no issues with this,” said Shania, accompanied by nodding from everyone else.
"My evil maniac laugh is locked and loaded," said Vankous.
“Fine, but I'm not doing an American accent,” said James.
“Fine, do the British one, just don’t go and introduce yourself like James Bond,” said Harry.
“Or flirt like him,” added Vankous, before a purple shield flared to life in front of him blocking the punch inevitable punch by James.
“If you guys are done goofing off, it's time for some acting,” said Stean.
"Let's get this show on the road then," said Harry, gesturing towards Shania. "Shania...lead the way, we have some clothes to st...I mean burrow."