Mika moved more silkily than a cat from one shadow to the next. Her gloved hands pressed the dead hand to the scanner and the eyeball up for the biometrics and the computer voice welcomed Mr. Vimto to the jewel room. Now that the sensors were disarmed she replaced the body parts into her black backpack and headed in. The room was the same as any bank vault. Yet in these draws were millions in diamonds. Some draws held only the translucent stones, barely twinkling in the poor light. Without hesitation she transferred them to a pouch. In other draws they were set in platinum jewelry or in gold. They were accessorized with rubies, sapphires and emeralds. Mika considered the weight of her haul, she would have to base jump from the roof.