"Okay, THAT is awesome!"
Sarah held a Colt 1911. It was aimed at the thief's head. She guess that he somehow had managed to poison the champagne that made all the guest sick, using the chaos to break into the secret office, and then get as much money with him as possible.
"No, seriously, that is just... wow!" The guy with the pink cat-mask was apparently not worried. "Where do you even keep the gun? You are half naked! You are wearing a bunny girl cost-"
"Drop the suitcase, and hands in the air, now." She said coldly without raising her voice.
"Well, since you ask so nicely..." the cat-guy placed the suitcase by his feet, and then raised his arms.
"Now, there is one reason, and only one reason to why I don't pull the trigger-"
"Is it my eccentric charm?"
"Cut the wisecracking."
"No one has tried to rob the Burrow before. You are the first jack@ss dumb enough to try. If you want to live, you will tell me who you are working for."
"Okay, okay..." the cat-guy sighed. "Can't squeal out of this one, can I? Fine, I will give you names, phone-numbers, addresses, the whole thing. Just... please don't shoot me?"
"Who are you working for?"
"Franklin D. Roosevelt. He needs cash for a new wheelchair."
"..." It took a moment for Sarah to react. It had to sink into her head that the idiot was joking with a weapon pointed toward his skull. "... WHAT?!"
"AAAAHAHAHAHAH!!!!" The cat-guy burst out in laughter. "Man, you should have seen your face! That was pricele-"
Before she could pull the trigger, the idiot had kicked the suitcase so that it went flying toward her head. She managed to dodge it, but she missed the cat-guy, who came close enough to grab the gun and pull it out of her hands. She headbutted him and then gave him a uppercut, cracking the pink mask a bit, but it apparently didn't affect him enough(what was wrong with this guy?!), as he pushed her away, grabbed the suitcase and ran.
"Calling security!" Sarah picked up her gun and pressed the button hidden in her butterfly as she chased the robber. "The vault has been plundered! I repeat; the vault has been plundered! The thief is on his way toward tunnel J! I repe-"
The opening to tunnel J was now blocked. Somehow, the cat-guy had placed explosives on the enterence to the tunnel, activated them once he got through so that it would collapse.
Sarah looked at the blocked tunnel. "...#¤%@... Mr Rabbit is not gonna be pleased..."
"... I'm not happy, Sarah. Not at all."
One would think that a man like Mr Rabbit would name himself after something a bit more... intimidating than a cute little animal with long ears.
Mr Rabbit was a big man. Not as in a fat way. Not even that much like a bodybuilder. He was more... square like. Like a huge brick. Which made him look rather strange when he was dressed in a white tuxedo and a white rabbit mask. Not that Sarah complained. He paid her for many thing, but advising him how to dress was not one of them.
They were in a office. Not Mr Rabbit's, but one belonging to some poor sap who owned a toy factory.
Well, he was a poor sap now, since they broke in to his office, and had him tied up and gagged, leaving him in a corner. He looked rather scared.
Sarah theorized that the reason to why they always met in someone else's office was for the sake of power play for Mr Rabbit. Showing that he didn't really need a office of his own since he might as well could use anyone's.
"Sarah..." Mr Rabbit picked up a frame with a family picture framed in it. "How long have you been working for me?"
"Five and a half year, Mr Rabbit." She dusted off her grey custom made pants suit.
"True. And why did I hire you?"
"You told me you were impressed by my skills when I tried to mug you."
"That's right. You tried to mug me, you silly little thing. You were, what? 17, maybe?. And you putted up quite a good fight. Not that it mattered, really. I could have crushed your skull as easily as a... as..." Mr Rabbit picked up a snow-globe from the desk. It had Globetropolis in it. "May I?" He asked the gagged man in the corner.
"Thank you. As I was saying, Sarah, I could have done..." He crushed the globe with his huge, bare hand. "...This."
"Yes, Mr Rabbit."
"But I didn't. I saw potential in that street punk you were back then. A fighter without mercy. A survivor. And you have served me well, haven't you?"
"I... I would like to think so, Mr Rabbit."
"You would be right to think so, Sarah. The assassinations, collecting protection money, and you are an excellent bodyguard. Not to mention being my eyes in the Burrow, keeping the place in order, taking care of whoever wants to ruin the mood... till now." Mr Rabbit started to tap the table. "No one has ever tried to rob my casino before. And no one tried back in my great great grandfather's time, may he rot in peace. So... how come the first smuck who tries not only succeed, but get's away with... how much again?"
Sarah kept her cool, but she was terrified. "... Twenty million dolla-"
"TWENTY MILLION DOLLARS!!!" Mr Rabbit slammed a fist at the desk breaking it in two. "How the hell did someone steal TWENTY MILLION DOLLARS from me in one night AND get away with it?!"
"He somehow managed to drug the champagne-"
"No! I'm not interested in HOW he did it! I want to know how he could do it AND get away from you with his life?! What exactly do I pay you for?!"
"He... got the better of me, Mr Rabbit. I had him on gunpoint, but-"
"Well, whoop de do! Good for you! But he got away with my money!!!"
"Don't worry, Mr Rabbit, I will get him and-"
"HOW?!" Mr Rabbit took one half of the desk, dealing it in two by slamming it over his knee. "We don't know who he is, since all the security footage has been deleted! He is not even the Blackjack dealer I hired. My men found the actual guy tied up at the entrance by the graveyard! We have no idea who the guy works for-"
"But that's the thing, Mr Rabbit." Sarah allowed herself to smile. "He doesn't work for anyone."
"... Pardon, what?"
"I found this by the vault." Sarah took a small card from her pocket and gave it to her boss. It said;
Thanks for tonight. Hope you don't mind that I keep the suit as well as the money. See ya soon:)
Below the text was a drawing of a cat drawn in pink.
"... So, he has a business card. And?"
"And he didn't carry a gun. He could have taken mine, but didn't. And he kept the mask and tux, even told us he did."
Mr Rabbit hesitated. "Are you telling me... that he is a superhero?"
"I would assume he is, Mr Rabbit."
"... Thank god! I actually thought we had a problem!" Mr Rabbit laughed. "A bright colored bulls-eye like him won't last for long!"
"Guys like him wants attention. They want us to notice him. Tracking him down won't be that difficult."
"True, but I want him dead for THIS, nothing else. And I want you to do it. I won't pay you, of course. You have to do it for free in order to compensate for last night's disaster."
"Do not worry, Mr Rabbit." Sarah plotted her teeth in a cruel smile. "This one is personal for me. No one messes with the Bunny Girl and gets away with it."