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WHO: Catra, OTA
WHERE: Billy's fantasy city
WHAT: The life of a Cat Burglar
WHEN: Superhero Event
WARNINGS: Violence and bad puns

The Classic

Catra dropped down inside the store, eyes glowing as she looked around to be sure the coast was really clear. The jewelry sparkled dully in the dark, and she grinned, fingering a sharp claw and scrapping a hole in the nearest case. This was too easy.

She filled her bag 'til it was bursting, certain she'd gotten away with it as she climbed back out onto the roof, only to spot a damn hero.

"Ugh, you’ve got to be kitten me, it's you. Don't you have anything better to do?"

The Corporate

This was bigger fish than a simple jewelry store. These people had the cash to throw around on real security. But Catra enjoyed a challenge.

She dropped down on a wire, eying the laser grid with a smirk. Was that all? She could do lasers in her sleep.

She typed the security codes into the computer terminal and they shut off, Catra purring as she dropped down to the ground and unhooked her harness. But a moment later alarms suddenly started blaring. Apparently those codes hadn't been quite as up to date as she was led to believe.

The Personal

This wasn't really the sort of job Catra normally worked. This was personal, to someone at least. She slid in through a back window, scanning the room and making her way through the space. She'd been instructed to take nothing else, in and out, no one the wiser.

Which would have been simple enough if not for the sudden sound of key in the door. Catra froze. They weren't supposed to be home yet, she'd timed this out perfectly! What had gone wrong??

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He's a gang leader, owner of a gambling palace, con man, thief, and killer.

"I'm a businessman. And I have a business offer for you; what would you say to being a thief of secrets? By which I mean listening at doors and windows. Hearing conversations, looking through papers left on desks, finding bank account numbers, or innocuous things like shoe sizes and favorite childhood toys."

What Kaz knew of Catra was found by watching her in Temba. But he would not mention Temba just yet. Better to get her answer first. He didn't introduce himself by name either.

"You're already an accomplished thief and I have no doubt you could be just as good at never letting others know you'd been there. Compensation would be determined on a case by case basis, of course."

She narrows her eyes suspiciously, not relaxing, but listening at least. She hasn't fled or attacked quite yet.

"And what's in it for me?" Compensation, yes, but she gets that now without having to listen at doorways, "What are we talking? I'm not cheap."

Kaz kept both hands clasped on the head of his cane and gave a small shrug, continuing to smirk.

"While I do offer money, I also offer something much better and much more subtle in the holding; power. If you know a person's secrets you then can control them provided it's a big enough secret and there is someone or something they want to keep that secret away from.

Working as a thief of secrets for me, in turn, would allow me to gather more information. Make mental connections. See vulnerabilities, and thus gather leverage. You would be the one to gather the information and I would be the one to make proper use of it."

While a lot of people had gained new superpowers lately, there were still plenty represented in Temba already. Kaz also was purposely trying not to remark on this new reality because he intended for Catra to still work for him when he could find a way out of this particular trick of the city's.

Honestly, it wasn't a bad deal, but she bristled at the notion that she couldn't make proper use of it on her own. Maybe it was true, but she didn't like hearing it.

"And what's to stop me from doing all that without the middleman?" she wondered with a pointed look.

This would be tricky, he would have to refer to Temba without mentioning Temba. For now he kept the smirk.

"Did you wonder how it is that I found you tonight? It's because I've learned many of your habits and I already know so many in this city, at least a little bit, but I would like to know many of them better.

Perhaps someone you don't remember, but know all the same. Someone who is very fast. Someone with white hair. Or is it black hair? Or even brown? Perhaps it's aged enough to be greying."

Kaz gave another coy shrug.

"Perhaps it is all of them with different names to go with each face? If you want to find out what I know then you will have to work for me to find out."

She narrowed her eyes, not entirely sure what he's getting at. It's vague enough to be tempting, but she was still wary.

"...So you want me to play spy for you. I guess I could see about trying. It doesn't exactly sound difficult."

The smirk turned sardonic.

"It's not that bad. And you're capable of handling it no doubt, but making a minor effort would be more advisable. First, let's start with something easy; memories have been altered en masse and I want to know why. Listen and learn what you can from those that are on the streets, those most directly affected by robots and alien invasions because it is certainly not those 'super hero' types of groups."

It was also a group that Catra was in, but listening in bars and pubs would go a lot further to proving she had also been affected than anything Kaz could say.

She gave him a doubtful look. Memories altered en masse?

But a job was a job, and stealing information had to be easier than stealing stuff. She shrugged a shoulder and nodded.

"Fine. I'll see what I can find. How do I contact you once I've got something?"

Since Catra would have the advantage when it came to being sneaky, Kaz figured that out in the open would work while the city like this.

"In 4 days I'll be at the garden gazebo in the park at 12. You can tell me what's found then."

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