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« Last post by lexibabe on Today at 05:53:07 AM »PART 8 CONTINUED.
: LEXI .... arrives at the art museum,and feels comfort in seeing a city police cruiser in the parking lot..but once inside that feeling turns to dread,,she spots two security personal sprawled on the floor, she uickly checks each of them,,they appear to only be knocked out,,she peers into the darkened main room trying to detect any motion,at the same time her mind racing as to who could have such a weapon. she rises and slowly continues.
INT. DARKENED SECURITY ROOM – JUST OFF MAIN EXHIBIT HALL – NIGHT
A flickering monitor casts pale light across The Face, Sal, and Vinny as they huddle close, eyes fixed on the screen. Static clears — movement. A shadow. A silhouette.
THE FACE
(pointing)
That's her. She's here.
From behind, Harley Quinn leans in, her grin widening like a blade unsheathing.
HARLEY
Message Becky. Let ’em know... showtime’s about to begin.
She straightens, almost giddy
HARLEY (CONT’D)
Give me a minute. Then follow me.
We got a Bat to cage.
Harley saunters out into the corridor, heels clicking softly on the stone floor, humming an eerie little tune — a siren song for any Batgirl foolish enough to follow the sound.
Lexi creeps along the corridor, stepping over the body of an unconscious guard. Her expression hardens.
Lexi (softly):
she messages back to mazi,and tiffany at the midnight center "this is definitely not a false alarm", and continues carefully
Suddenly, music wafts faintly through the air—Prince’s “The Future” echoing from the exhibit hall.
lexi's eyes narrow,she see'ssome movement
BACK AT THE MIDNIGHT CENTER.
Mazi paces while Tiffayi fidgets, still glancing at the dark monitor screens.
Mazi:
"I don’t like this, kid. Lexi’s good, but if this is more than a false alarm..."
then lexi's message comes through "this is definitely not a false alarm"
: MAZI......be careful lexi
: TIFFANY..should we go and assist her?
INT. MIDNIGHT CENTER – SECURE OFFICE – NIGHT
Mazi and Tiffani sit tense, eyes flicking between the monitor feeds and the silent comms. The minutes drag.
Mazi (under her breath):
"Come on, Lexi... what’s going on over there?"
Suddenly—a chime rings out. Both girls jump, but the alert isn’t from Lexi.
Tiffany
"It’s from Janey."
Mazi taps the comm
Janey (voice only):
"How are things going? Anything happening so far?"
Mazi:
"No... it’s been quiet, but—"
She hesitates.
Janey (sharper now):
"But what?"
Mazi:
"There’s something happening at the art museum. Lexi’s there now."
There’s a beat of silence
Janey:
"Alone?
Tiffanyi answers quickly:
"Yes—and we just got confirmation. It’s not a false alarm."
Mazi (suddenly):
"Janey! We just got an alert here too—another silent tripwire. Someone’s inside the building."
Janey (tense):
. You two check it out ,stay sharp—and be careful.
INT. MIDNIGHT CENTER – MONITOR HALLWAY – MOMENTS LATER
Sophie appears at Janey’s side, already suited up.
Sophie:
"What’s going on?"
Janey (grimly):
"We have a problem."
BACK AT THE CITY MUSEUM.
Lexi moves silently between the display cases, eyes scanning. Then—movement. A figure at the far wall, back turned, carefully lifting a painting off its hooks.
"Stop right there."
The figure freezes. Slowly, she turns, revealing that unmistakable pale face and mischievous smirk—Harley Quinn.
Harley (grinning):
"Don’t shoot. I’m unarmed."
(She takes a few slow steps forward.)
"Well… mostly."
Even in the dim lighting, Lexi knows that face—and what it means. Wherever Harley goes, The Face is never far behind. Lexi's eyes dart quickly around the hall.
Lexi (sharply):
"Stop right there, Harley."
Harley (mocking pout):
"Aw, why Batsy? You afraid of lil’ ol’ me?"
Lexi:
"Not hardly."
Harley (tilting her head):
"You should be…"
A voice cuts through the shadows like a knife.
The Face (coldly):
"Oh please. If she’s afraid of anyone, it’s me."
Lexi whirls around as The Face emerges from the shadows behind a pillar, her warped arped smile glinting in the low light.
Harley (rolling her eyes):
"You are not scarier than me!"
The Face:
"Am too."
Harley:
"Are not!"
Lexi (low, ready):
"You’re both about to find out just how afraid I’m not."
MEANWHILE BECKY THE CAT,LAUEN,AND THE PERSION PRINCESS,WITH A SMALL UNSAMBLE OF THE MEOW CREW HAD ENTERED THE MIDNIHT CENTER,WHERE THEY HID AWAY,WATING FOR HARLEY,AN FACE SINGLE.
BECKY BECOMING ITCHY,it's taking to long,something must have gone wrong
LAUREN....steady babes, ive them a few more minutes
BECKY...ok, a few more minutes,then we move,signal,or not
lexibabe1: another minute,then a beep
PERSIAN PRINCESS
: it's face, says they are engaged
Yesterday 3:10 PM lexibabe1: BECKY
ok let's move,, remember to move quick and with precision.
BeckyCat and her crew were making their move, slipping swiftly down empty corridors. Any security personnel they encountered were either stunned with silent guns or surrendered quickly, only to be locked away in an empty room. That part of the plan had gone even better than Becky had hoped.
When they reached the main vault, it was the Persian Princess’s time to shine. Pulling out a vial of special isolving solution, she sprayed it carefully over the vault’s locking mechanism. Less than a minute later, the lock gave way with a hiss, and the crew forced the door open.
Inside, several members of the Meow Crew took up guard positions while the rest moved in.
Inside the control center, Mazi and Tiffayi saw the alert button flashing red.
Mazi threw a serious look at her. “Try to stay as close to me as you can, Tiff. We don’t want to get separated.”
Tiffani, wide-eyed and a little nervous, nodded that she understood
They moved quickly through the halls. As they advanced, Mazi began to wonder what had happened to all the security personnel. It didn’t take long to find the answer—several guards lay sprawled on the floor. They seemed to be unconscious but unharmed.
Stopping just short of the main hallway, they pressed against the wall, cautiously peeking around the corner. A group of armed figures was gathered near the vault entrance.
“That doesn’t look like the real security team,” Tiffani whispered.
“They’re not,” Mazi replied flatly. “I count five. How about you?”
“Five.
“There are probably a few more inside the vault.” Mazi glanced at her. “Remember, stay close, kitten.”
The two bumped fists.
The good news? They could hear the faint wail of sirens approaching in the distance.
: LEXI .... arrives at the art museum,and feels comfort in seeing a city police cruiser in the parking lot..but once inside that feeling turns to dread,,she spots two security personal sprawled on the floor, she uickly checks each of them,,they appear to only be knocked out,,she peers into the darkened main room trying to detect any motion,at the same time her mind racing as to who could have such a weapon. she rises and slowly continues.
INT. DARKENED SECURITY ROOM – JUST OFF MAIN EXHIBIT HALL – NIGHT
A flickering monitor casts pale light across The Face, Sal, and Vinny as they huddle close, eyes fixed on the screen. Static clears — movement. A shadow. A silhouette.
THE FACE
(pointing)
That's her. She's here.
From behind, Harley Quinn leans in, her grin widening like a blade unsheathing.
HARLEY
Message Becky. Let ’em know... showtime’s about to begin.
She straightens, almost giddy
HARLEY (CONT’D)
Give me a minute. Then follow me.
We got a Bat to cage.
Harley saunters out into the corridor, heels clicking softly on the stone floor, humming an eerie little tune — a siren song for any Batgirl foolish enough to follow the sound.
Lexi creeps along the corridor, stepping over the body of an unconscious guard. Her expression hardens.
Lexi (softly):
she messages back to mazi,and tiffany at the midnight center "this is definitely not a false alarm", and continues carefully
Suddenly, music wafts faintly through the air—Prince’s “The Future” echoing from the exhibit hall.
lexi's eyes narrow,she see'ssome movement
BACK AT THE MIDNIGHT CENTER.
Mazi paces while Tiffayi fidgets, still glancing at the dark monitor screens.
Mazi:
"I don’t like this, kid. Lexi’s good, but if this is more than a false alarm..."
then lexi's message comes through "this is definitely not a false alarm"
: MAZI......be careful lexi
: TIFFANY..should we go and assist her?
INT. MIDNIGHT CENTER – SECURE OFFICE – NIGHT
Mazi and Tiffani sit tense, eyes flicking between the monitor feeds and the silent comms. The minutes drag.
Mazi (under her breath):
"Come on, Lexi... what’s going on over there?"
Suddenly—a chime rings out. Both girls jump, but the alert isn’t from Lexi.
Tiffany
"It’s from Janey."
Mazi taps the comm
Janey (voice only):
"How are things going? Anything happening so far?"
Mazi:
"No... it’s been quiet, but—"
She hesitates.
Janey (sharper now):
"But what?"
Mazi:
"There’s something happening at the art museum. Lexi’s there now."
There’s a beat of silence
Janey:
"Alone?
Tiffanyi answers quickly:
"Yes—and we just got confirmation. It’s not a false alarm."
Mazi (suddenly):
"Janey! We just got an alert here too—another silent tripwire. Someone’s inside the building."
Janey (tense):
. You two check it out ,stay sharp—and be careful.
INT. MIDNIGHT CENTER – MONITOR HALLWAY – MOMENTS LATER
Sophie appears at Janey’s side, already suited up.
Sophie:
"What’s going on?"
Janey (grimly):
"We have a problem."
BACK AT THE CITY MUSEUM.
Lexi moves silently between the display cases, eyes scanning. Then—movement. A figure at the far wall, back turned, carefully lifting a painting off its hooks.
"Stop right there."
The figure freezes. Slowly, she turns, revealing that unmistakable pale face and mischievous smirk—Harley Quinn.
Harley (grinning):
"Don’t shoot. I’m unarmed."
(She takes a few slow steps forward.)
"Well… mostly."
Even in the dim lighting, Lexi knows that face—and what it means. Wherever Harley goes, The Face is never far behind. Lexi's eyes dart quickly around the hall.
Lexi (sharply):
"Stop right there, Harley."
Harley (mocking pout):
"Aw, why Batsy? You afraid of lil’ ol’ me?"
Lexi:
"Not hardly."
Harley (tilting her head):
"You should be…"
A voice cuts through the shadows like a knife.
The Face (coldly):
"Oh please. If she’s afraid of anyone, it’s me."
Lexi whirls around as The Face emerges from the shadows behind a pillar, her warped arped smile glinting in the low light.
Harley (rolling her eyes):
"You are not scarier than me!"
The Face:
"Am too."
Harley:
"Are not!"
Lexi (low, ready):
"You’re both about to find out just how afraid I’m not."
MEANWHILE BECKY THE CAT,LAUEN,AND THE PERSION PRINCESS,WITH A SMALL UNSAMBLE OF THE MEOW CREW HAD ENTERED THE MIDNIHT CENTER,WHERE THEY HID AWAY,WATING FOR HARLEY,AN FACE SINGLE.
BECKY BECOMING ITCHY,it's taking to long,something must have gone wrong
LAUREN....steady babes, ive them a few more minutes
BECKY...ok, a few more minutes,then we move,signal,or not
lexibabe1: another minute,then a beep
PERSIAN PRINCESS
: it's face, says they are engaged
Yesterday 3:10 PM lexibabe1: BECKY
ok let's move,, remember to move quick and with precision.
BeckyCat and her crew were making their move, slipping swiftly down empty corridors. Any security personnel they encountered were either stunned with silent guns or surrendered quickly, only to be locked away in an empty room. That part of the plan had gone even better than Becky had hoped.
When they reached the main vault, it was the Persian Princess’s time to shine. Pulling out a vial of special isolving solution, she sprayed it carefully over the vault’s locking mechanism. Less than a minute later, the lock gave way with a hiss, and the crew forced the door open.
Inside, several members of the Meow Crew took up guard positions while the rest moved in.
Inside the control center, Mazi and Tiffayi saw the alert button flashing red.
Mazi threw a serious look at her. “Try to stay as close to me as you can, Tiff. We don’t want to get separated.”
Tiffani, wide-eyed and a little nervous, nodded that she understood
They moved quickly through the halls. As they advanced, Mazi began to wonder what had happened to all the security personnel. It didn’t take long to find the answer—several guards lay sprawled on the floor. They seemed to be unconscious but unharmed.
Stopping just short of the main hallway, they pressed against the wall, cautiously peeking around the corner. A group of armed figures was gathered near the vault entrance.
“That doesn’t look like the real security team,” Tiffani whispered.
“They’re not,” Mazi replied flatly. “I count five. How about you?”
“Five.
“There are probably a few more inside the vault.” Mazi glanced at her. “Remember, stay close, kitten.”
The two bumped fists.
The good news? They could hear the faint wail of sirens approaching in the distance.
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