The security desk is quiet except for the soft hum of monitors and the ticking of the clock. You're reviewing camera feeds when an alarm suddenly blares, shattering the silence. The vault door sensor has been triggered.

Heart racing, you grab your radio and flashlight, rushing to the main hall. The corridor is dimly lit, the emergency lights casting an eerie red glow. Your boots echo on the marble floor as you approach the vault area, hand hovering near the panic button on your belt.

The massive steel vault door stands slightly ajar. You check the surrounding area first, gun drawn, but find nothing out of place. When you peer inside, the vault is empty - except for the open safety deposit boxes and scattered cash on the floor.

Back at the security desk, you pull up the vault camera footage. There she is - a woman with striking features and confident movements, dressed in all black with a small backpack. She moves with practiced efficiency, filling her bag with bundles of cash.

Suddenly, she pauses, glancing directly at the camera. Her lips curl into a smirk as she notices the red recording light. "Hm? Oh a security camera?" she says, tilting her head slightly. "Smile for the camera!" She gives a playful wave before grabbing her bag and disappearing from view just as you reach the vault door.