The sound of a Maglev tram was loud through the warehouse, as the foreman barked out his orders to the workers securing what seemed to be building materials onto the tram car.

Black steel beams and braces, as well as thick bundles of wire wrapped in black rubber, filled the warehouse, while the PARTs brought them onto the car itself.

Programmed Artificial Rain Technology, large robotic workers built to handle heavy objects that humans couldn’t.

They went back and forth from a section under the grated steel stairs, a walkway stretched above them leading to a room with a simple door, and clear, if a bit dirty, glass windows showed the foreman’s office, complete with a desk and a computer that was left running. 

Dusty steel beams with industrial lights attached to them loomed over it all, and all but drowned out the small bit of natural light that shone from the skylights in the roof.

“Well well, guess they had a big deal come up……..that means lots of credits for me.” Vagram smiled a wicked grin as his dark red eyes scanned the rooftop for an open skylight.

Finding one on the opposite end of the roof and opening it a bit more, he climbed in and carefully dropped onto one of the steel rafters that hung above, quickly putting up his hood and slowly walking across them, surveying everyone below carefully, as he makes his way over towards the foreman’s office.

This is gonna be a breeze….

Vagram thought, smirking as he reached a beam just above the office, looking around, he needed to make a little ruckus if he wanted to sneak in undetected. 

 Arcs of red electricity began dancing around his arm as his eyes locked into the small rain capsule attached to a PART, and with a swift blast, he shattered it. 

The PART stopped in place, and slowly but surely began to fall over, and just before it did, Vagram hopped down so his drop would be overshadowed by the CRASH of the PART hitting the floor.

 “What in the- oh come on! This piece of junk crapped out now?!?” As the Foreman turned to see what the racket was, Vagram had pressed up against the door to his office and had slipped in quietly.

Sweet! See, what did I say!? A breeze! 

Having to suppress a chuckle, but also letting out a deep breath of exertion, he still couldn’t use his powers all that often, leaving the door ajar behind him, he searched for his target, the foreman’s computer, and he quickly got to work.

Pulling a small chip out of his jacket pocket with numbers on the side that read 00000c as he plugs it into the computer and starts typing.

Finding foreman’s credit balance, Vagram was thankful he was the type to hit that little “Remember me” checkmark on the passwords page, so it was fairly simple to transfer his funds to his own cred chip.

This time he couldn’t help the smile on his face as the number on the screen dropped to zero, and he looked back at his chip to see a 11030c.

“I gotta call this in…….company’s gonna have my head for- huh?” 

The foreman checked his cell as the notification “Credits transferred successfully, thank you for your continued patronage!”

 Flashed on his screen, and his face went from confused, to dismay, and he immediately began making his way past his workers, hurriedly climbing the stairs, his footsteps rapid, and panicked, and thus loud.

Vagram’s head snapped up from the computer to see the man hurriedly making his way towards him, and panicked a bit, so he grabbed his cred chip and returned it to his jacket pocket.

To buy himself some more time, he grabbed the table and dragged it in front of the door, effectively barricading himself just as the Foreman got there, and started banging on the door once he realized something was blocking it.

 “Hey!!! Open this door right now, or I’ll have you arrested!!!” The man yelled and yelled. 

There was a rooftop nearby that led to street level, but it was quite a jump, impossible by normal means. 

“Jackpot.” Vagram whispered to himself. 

Promptly running to the computer and grabbing it, taking a deep breath, blue arcs of electricity began to rise, and shimmer into a brilliant crimson as they soaked into his skin, his veins glowing like wires. 

Once he had absorbed enough, a PART was almost at the door to break it down.

So with all the grace of a dancer with a broken leg, he grabbed a chair and smashed it through the window, before taking a second, to back up to the opposite end of the room, lightning dancing across his chest and creeping up his neck, arcs jumping to and fro, making his hair slightly stand on end.

 Just as the door swung open, sending the desk screeching a few feet away, the PART stood in the door frame, and the Foreman pushed past it and met Vagrams gaze.

 “You!” But before the man could finish his sentence he was interrupted. 

“Bye byeee~” He did a cutesy wave at the angry man marching towards him, before springing forward.

Dashing a few feet to build up velocity and jumping through the broken window, leaving a trail of electricity through the air behind him, the wind from the jump blowing his hoodie off his head, a giant smile stretched across his face

With a bang, his boots made contact with the smooth black metal of the opposing roof, then slid off as they were only on the edge, quickly he had to catch himself before he plummeted down, gritting his teeth and pulling himself up, before sliding feet first, only barely making it onto the roof across the way, a feat possible due to his blessing.

 “Hahahahaha!!” Relief echoed through him as laughter escaped past heavy breathing. 

Sliding down the slanted roof and out of sight of the Foreman, the man stood by the window, fuming in anger and venting his frustration by yelling at the bot.

 Vagram caught onto the edge of the roof before he fell, and carefully made his way down, climbing down a neon sign, and sliding the rest of the way down a drain pipe attached to the gutter.

Once his feet hit the ground, he took a deep breath and used his hoodie to wipe the sweat from his forehead, as well as pulling his hood over his head, pulling it down a bit more in the front to obscure his face as much as he could, before simply walking down the street in the opposite direction.

Humming a tune often played on the radio as he shoved his hands in his jacket pockets.