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16 July 2009 @ 06:05 pm
Birthday Fic for Ithildyn!  
A very Happy Birthday, ithildyn, this fic is just for you, unbeta'd, but I hope you like it. Amanda, and a special guest star who shall remain anonymous for now.

Old Tricks, New Friends

The minute hand was heading up to 3am as Amanda approached the target property. Her heart rate was elevated with a joy she hadn’t felt in a while, the joy of the heist, but she was filled with the Zen calm that prevented stage fright (for both larceny and Challenges) and made her the best thief in the world.

This was going to be a challenge, even for her, and she was relishing it. The house had security that was so cutting edge that most considered it futuretech. She had taken four weeks to case the place thoroughly and was prepared for almost anything.

She looked up at the top of the ten foot security fence in front of her and smiled. Looking beyond the fence, she took a moment to admire the striking design of the house, before taking a step to her left and dropping off the cliff the house was nestled in.

Despite the over the top security on the rest of the grounds, the house owner had neglected to put any kind of deterrent or monitoring on the cliff-side approach to the property. Admittedly, it meant climbing along a sheer drop with few holds, a tricky proposition for the most experienced climber, but not impossible for a determined thief; especially an Immortal one.

Dressed from head to toe in black, Amanda was a shadow as she moved quickly and silently as the waves crashed onto the rocks below her. She soon reached one of the struts that jutted out from the cliff face and supported the bulk of the building above and began to shimmy up it.

Ten minutes later, Amanda reached the large glass wall of the house. Balancing on a ledge that ran around the base of the house, she reached into the bag slung across her back and fished out her glass cutter, before removing a perfect circle of glass.

She then drew an aerosol from her bag and sprayed it into the room. As she suspected, the room was filled with lasers, along with motion, heat and sound sensors. She could bypass them all, but that would take time. Best to find another entry.

She moved along the ledge until she came to the kitchen and repeated her previous actions. This time, there were no lasers, but Amanda was suspicious by nature, so she pulled out a PDA and hacked into the house’s mainframe using its own wi-fi. She was right to be suspicious, there were heat and motion sensors in the kitchen, but those were easily dealt with. She used the PDA to dramatically reduce the sensitivity of the motion sensors; turning them off might have set off an alarm, but turning them down did no such thing. Likewise, she adjusted the room temperature to slightly above body temperature so that she would be undetected.

That done, she made a bigger hole in the window and slipped into the room. Crossing it quickly, she stopped short of the hallway. She knew there were cameras here, but now she was in the system, it was a simple matter to loop the feed, and she was free to move about the house.

The room she needed was downstairs, in the basement, so she crossed the hallway and made her way down. She paused briefly at the top of the stairs, glancing up towards the bedroom, and felt a brief thrill at the thought of who was sleeping above her.

In different circumstances, she thought wistfully as she climbed down the circular staircase.

At the bottom of the stairs, access to the basement was via a biometric keypad, but Amanda was prepared for this. She’d procured a fingerprint belonging to the house owner’s PA, and cracking the security code was easy with the scanner she’d brought along.

Inside the basement was amazing, it looked much bigger than Amanda thought possible, and was set out as a workshop and garage. The cars contained within were beautiful, a catalogue of every high-end sports car that most men only had wet-dreams about and this man owned them all. Amanda let out a low whistle, but she couldn’t let herself get distracted by the pretties, she had a much more important reason for being there.

On the far wall of the workshop space hung a rare painting by Degas. It was worth millions, but that wasn’t what interested Amanda. It was rare because of its subject matter. An early work, not in the Impressionist style, it was of a seated woman, dressed in a simple shift dress of white, sheer cotton, her long black hair cascading in waves over her shoulders and keeping her modesty. Amanda had fond memories of posing for the young Degas, and she wanted the painting back.

She approached the painting and examined it for any pressure sensors. Suddenly the lights came on and there was the sound of clapping behind her.

“Oh well done, nobody’s ever got this far before,” said a voice that was familiar from TV. Amanda sighed and her shoulders dropped in defeat.

“What did I miss?” she asked. Her tone was resigned and curious; she was certain she’d covered every angle.

“Pressure pad at the bottom of the stairs,” came the answer. Amanda kicked herself mentally. She turned to face her accuser. She had to admit, Tony Stark was even better looking in person than on TV, especially when he was smiling. Amanda raised her eyebrow in query.

“Why are you smiling?” she asked.

“It’s not every day that a woman tries to steal one of my paintings, it’s a new experience for me,” he replied, the smile growing. “Especially not beautiful women who are intelligent enough to get past my security measures.”

“Why, Mr. Stark, are you flirting with me?” Amanda asked, a smile of her own mirroring his as she took a step closer and placed a hand on his shoulder. He leaned in toward her.

“I may well be, Miss…?”

“Montrose. Amanda.”

“Well, Miss Amanda Montrose, I’m seriously impressed,” he said, almost in a whisper, and he cupped her chin in his hand. Amanda closed her eyes and leaned up, expectant of the kiss. But it didn’t arrive. “Work for me,” he said.

Amanda opened her eyes and took a step back in surprise.

“Excuse me?”

“I can use someone of your talents. With you putting my security to the test, it should be able to keep out anyone,” Tony replied. Amanda laughed and stepped closer again.

“You have something of a reputation, Mr. Stark,” she replied coyly.

“I don’t date my staff,” he replied, gently pushing Amanda away. She simply smiled; a sly, enticing smile that spoke volumes.

“Who said anything about dating?”
 
 
 
Nessa/Kellinessa5 on July 16th, 2009 05:29 pm (UTC)
:)
But, I don't want to be a pie,: amanda & beccaidontlikegravy on July 18th, 2009 04:23 pm (UTC)
:D
bugeyedmonsterbugeyedmonster on July 16th, 2009 06:03 pm (UTC)
That was good! Even if it was unbeta'ed.

Stark hiring Amanda... should someone warn him or not?

(^_^)/
BEM
But, I don't want to be a pie,: nick/amanda bathidontlikegravy on July 18th, 2009 04:24 pm (UTC)
LOL

Thank you :)
Rhi: bacall facevipersweb on July 16th, 2009 06:23 pm (UTC)
oh fun! I was wondering whose house it was. makes perfect sense to be Tony Stark.
But, I don't want to be a pie,: pleased hamsteridontlikegravy on July 18th, 2009 04:25 pm (UTC)
Thank you! :)
Ith: Iron Man -  Partyithildyn on July 16th, 2009 06:42 pm (UTC)
SQUEE!! That was so cool!! Tony's sure becoming my birthday boy, and I like it [g] Loved the reason she was stealing the painting.

"Who said anything about dating?" [snorfle]
But, I don't want to be a pie,: pleased hamsteridontlikegravy on July 18th, 2009 04:26 pm (UTC)
I'm very happy that you liked it, and I hope you had a wonderful birthday (cake/magazine/recipe kerfuffles not withstanding) *hugs*
blade_and_rosesblade_and_roses on July 16th, 2009 07:04 pm (UTC)
Wonderful! And I think someone needs to warn Amanda about Tony . . .
But, I don't want to be a pie,: nick/amanda bathidontlikegravy on July 18th, 2009 04:26 pm (UTC)
*snorfle*

Or should that be the other way around? ;-)

Thank you very much. :)
The other Weird Al: Highlander - Amandaaeron_lanart on July 16th, 2009 07:09 pm (UTC)
Considering who the birthday fic was for, I was thinking of Tony Stark and by the time I got to the cars I was fairly certain. Nice to know I was right!

Nice fic - I think I might actually feel *sorry* for Tony...
But, I don't want to be a pie,: naked nickidontlikegravy on July 18th, 2009 04:28 pm (UTC)
Yeah, colour me little miss obvious *grin* Glad you enjoyed it :)
layla_aaronluscious_words on July 16th, 2009 07:13 pm (UTC)
Fun fic. What a lovely birthday prezzie. :)
But, I don't want to be a pie,: methos and amandaidontlikegravy on July 18th, 2009 04:28 pm (UTC)
Thank you very much :)
I will call her George: Ironman - 2strangevisitor7 on July 16th, 2009 07:36 pm (UTC)
That was just delicious. loved it!
But, I don't want to be a pie,: tony stark 1idontlikegravy on July 18th, 2009 04:29 pm (UTC)
Thanks hon. Since you were so nice, I'll do my very best to think of a sequel for your birthday. ;-)
catyuycatyuy on July 16th, 2009 08:15 pm (UTC)
Love it.
But, I don't want to be a pie,: amanda & beccaidontlikegravy on July 18th, 2009 04:30 pm (UTC)
Glad to hear it, thank you. :)
herk227herk227 on July 16th, 2009 10:13 pm (UTC)
Just :)
But, I don't want to be a pie,: nick/amanda bathidontlikegravy on July 18th, 2009 04:30 pm (UTC)
:)

Thank you!
jolinar_rosha: wraith smiling playfuljolinar_rosha on January 8th, 2010 04:03 pm (UTC)
delicious, wonderful fic! Though Amanda working for Tony Stark? The universe might implode! :-P
But, I don't want to be a pie,: breakfastidontlikegravy on January 8th, 2010 05:57 pm (UTC)
Thank you very much. Aren't you tired of my stuff yet? *grin*

Lol, it's true, very true. XD