You decide to sneak into the bank in the middle of the night. It is 1AM, and there's no sign of life here; the street lamp flickers, before shutting off. A soft breeze blows in the wind . . . it seems to whisper, "good luck!"
[First Heels is going to make sure any immediately necessary stuff is close at hand, taking out her flashlight/stun gun, walkie-talkie and lock-picks! Then she puts on her mask and gloves. Oh, crap, her dress doesn't have pockets. Well, she puts the walkie-talkie and the lockpicks down the front of her dress.]
Unfortunately, the buildings are squished together . . . you'll have to figure out a way to get around, or above the building, to get to the back entrance. Thankfully though, the building's only one story high. If you had the right equipment, you could probably scale it.
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