Fable crept into the vault and snatched the nunchucks from their pedestal. Strange weapons. She wondered why her client wanted them. But she could not wonder for long. Two guards burst in! Cornered, Fable raised the nunchucks overhead, whirling them into a blur. The spinning created a gust that lifted her from the floor, her thin arms straining to hold on. The guards could only watch as Fable hovered up and out through an open window. Fabled laughed in the air, “I think I’ll keep these.”