Their third job was lovingly referred to as the “Helios” job.

On their second job, one so disastrous that no one bothered to give it a name (it was always called “that time we failed ridiculously miserably”), Colourist had somehow been caught and carted off to juvie. Later, Airin had sworn up and down that she ran into a wall when she wasn’t looking, but Jayden knew it was her fault for forgetting to send a vibration through the ground that signalled the job was done.

Thus, Team Underground (minus one) broke into a councilman’s home to “expose” a prison that was accepting bribes. Said bribes were paid by said team to a janitor, of course, but no one needed to know that. They only needed to see the paper trail that was stored in this very office.

They’d shadowed to a top window and let Delinquent teleport inside to unlatch a window for Announcer and Heartbreaker. Only once inside did they find that every single file in Councilman Helios’ office was still kept on paper. No digital copies or a virtual bookshelf at all.

Announcer’s eyes had sparkled when they landed on the documents. She always had a penchant for analog, even when her entire career path included technology and innovation. That sparkle in her eye turned to despair when the remaining trio realized they couldn’t just steal the documents if they wanted to leave no trace. If they wanted the information, they would have to copy it by hand.

The Helios job wasn’t so much of a job as Announcer sitting there with her high school-issued notepad frantically typing 20 pages of incriminating documents by hand while Delinquent and Heartbreaker talked about their dogs off on the side. The first thing they did after that job was buy a camera.

Jayden later formatted the files properly, painstakingly replicated Helios’ seal in MS Paint, and shoved them in the middle of her lawyer mother’s “take-home-from-work” pile. Mama Mach noticed the papers and took them to court, and the prison settled for a tidy sum of money that bankrupted them.

All the inmates were transferred, and of course, dear, darling Colourist Underground simply ran away the moment they undid her handcuffs.

All she did was sleep for two days in juvie. She was hyper and racing around the hideout for hours after that.

And the team had liked the job enough to give it a name.