"One, two, pin three, angle forty five." A purple-clad woman spoke to no one in particular. Her arms were completely behind her, giving her the impression of having folded them across her back. Which, of course, wasn't the actual case. Instead the weirdly dressed woman was picking the lock to one of the most protected buildings in the entire city. Or at least the building that would allow her into the place that is.
"Tower Central, here I come.Just..neeed...to get into...here!" Ziggy happily announced as she felt the final lock beginning to crumble under her expertise.
She felt the final tumbler tick open, but she did need to make sure it was actually done. Stretching her head, the neck of Ziggy began to wiggle like a serpent towards the door. It traveled under cars, dumpsters,and finally around a corner. She placed her head against the iron door and slowly moved her hand to the knob.
She twisted it slightly and waited for a response. And do to no doubt her lock-picking prowess, she managed to do so.
"Yes!" She cried. Stretching her arms out, she went towards her limits in grabbing onto a nice and sturdy pole located inside of the near-dark building. Making sure she was attached, Ziggy waited for the result. A crack like a ball being rubbed ranged out, and a bolt of purple flashed through dumpsters,cars,and around a corner.
Ziggy grunted as she felt her body collide with itself and launch her forward by a few feet. Letting go of the pole, she brushed herself off from all the dust and other detriment she had been covered with.
"Now then, let see that vent system that I can use to get inside Tower Central. " Ziggy happily stated.
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