"Here's your coffee ma'am." The waitress placed the cup and saucer in front of her. Marinette nodded her thanks. Her first day back in Paris after three years and there was a rainstorm beating down outside. Typical. She took the small flask out of her coat and tipped a little of the amber liquid into her coffee. The spoon's clinking was the only sound in the nearly empty café.

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng?" A quiet voice disrupted Marinette at her designated coffee table. She looked up to see a well-dressed woman take the seat across from her. "My name is Nathalie Sancoeur."

She returned her attention to her coffee. "I am not interested in conversation, Ms. Sancoeur."

The woman adjusted her glasses and slightly smiled. "I'm not here to chat." She pulled out a portfolio from her bag and handed it to Marinette. "I want to offer you a job."

"I don't know why. I am no longer in the business of finding stolen paintings." Nonetheless, Marinette pulled the file closer and returned her attention to the woman in front of her.

"A woman of your caliber is renowned throughout the business world. Marinette "Ladybug" Dupain-Cheng is the one everyone requested to solve their cases. Over five years, you returned over 20 million euros of property to their rightful owners. What happened to you and your family is unfortunate and disgraceful."

Poor choice of words, Ms. Sancoeur, Marinette thought. "Bringing my parents into this will not help your case."

Nathalie's voice softened. "I understand, but hear out the offer first. My employer was recently robbed of his designs for Paris Fashion Week."

"Pity. Did he forget to back up his hard drive?" Marinette asked bitingly.

"No. A junior designer quit without notice, and the next week, the Vanily House of Fashion announced a brand new design they will enter into the competition at Fashion Week. We knew it was no coincidence."

"What is this contest?"

"The winner of this contest will reign over the European fashion market. It is prestige and shares on the line."

Marinette's interest was piqued, she could admit. To have such a stake in this game, the fashion company must be open to the public market. No couture only houses here. "Who is your employer?"

"He prefers confidentiality."

"And I prefer to not have this conversation, but here we are."

Nathalie paused and sighed. "Gabriel Agreste," she finally admitted.

Marinette nodded. From what she heard, this was karma coming back to him for his cold nature. "And what will you have me do?"

"In your folder, I have your team. You will guide them to finding our designs in the Vanily servers."

She began leafing through the papers. The names jumped out at her instantly.

"Alya? You hired Alya?" Marinette pondered that. "It won't work."

Nathalie raised a brow. "Why? Aren't these three the best in their field?"

"Well, yes. I've chased all three of them from time to time. They work alone; they always work alone." She returned the folder to Nathalie. "Not one of them is a team player."

"All they have to do is retrieve the designs. Upon completion, each will receive 50 thousand euros. For your cooperation, it's double compensation." That money could go a long way.

"And as a bonus," Nathalie added, "Vanily House of Fashion is insured by your old bosses at IYS. This is a chance to get vengeance against the people who let your family down." She placed a hand on Marinette's.

She pulled her hand away quickly. Touching was foreign to her now. "Why do you even need me?" She tried to keep her tone even.

Nathalie sat back with the confidence of a winner. "Thieves, we have. All we need now is one honest woman to watch them."

One week later, Marinette found herself in an empty office across the road from the Vanily Building. A projector displayed a 3D model of the building on the wall. She had a clear line of sight to most of the floors. Luckily, the Vanily's preferred a clear glass design. Very modern and helpful.

She had her plans ready, her binoculars out, and her ear piece in. All she could hope now is that the others cooperated.

"Is everyone set?" She spoke into the comm. Peering through the binoculars, she found figures blending into the dark roof.

"What are these earbuds? They are 90s tech at best. I've got something way better, dude." Ah, Nino Lahiffe. Famous in the criminal world for hacking the Bank of Iceland at the age of 16, he was a young computer prodigy. "I've got something better." He handed Chloé a new comm.

"No surprises, Nino," she said sternly into the comm.

"Don't worry, I'm Captain Discipline," he scoffed. She held her tongue. From what Marinette knew, he was undisciplined, but skilled. Whatever he did to their comms, they sounded cleaner than before.

(6 Years earlier, New York City)

The hotel manager and his head of security rushed down the hallway.

"Are you sure that it's him in there?" The manager yelled over the din in the honeymoon suite.

"That's what it said on the credit card for check in!" The security guard sputtered.

The manager turned ruddy with anger. "Just get the door open."

The guard fumbled with his badge and swiped it against the entry. The manager forcefully opened the door to find a single young man with a turntable and a bunch of amplifiers.

Nino took off his headphones and grinned sheepishly. "Sup dudes?" He greeted them with a peace sign.

Instead of directing his ire at the erstwhile DJ, he glared at his subordinate. "Does that look like David Guetta to you?"

"To be fair, I do not know what he looks like…"

"Not like that!" The manager shouted, pointing. He turned to find that the youth was gone. leaving behind the amplifiers and the two baffled men.

"You're not as useless as you look," a high-pitched voice taunted. Chloé Bourgeois and her signature blond ponytail came into focus.

"I don't even know what you do," Nino shot back at her.

Marinette intervened."Don't snipe at each other."

"You don't have to babysit us, Dupain-Cheng," Chloé sneered. Marinette rolled her eyes. Out of everyone Agreste could have chosen as a hitter, he chose Paris's fallen rich girl. It wasn't her reputation that put a bitter taste in her mouth, but rather Chloé's personality as a whole. She and Chloé had been classmates in their younger years, and there was no love lost between them. When Chloé's father lost his business and reelection in the same year, she vanished from the social scene. The same society that adored the mayor's daughter shunned her in her time of need. Not until she joined IYS did she find Chloé again. It gave her joy to thwart her old nemesis' plans; getting paid was a cherry on top.

Still, Marinette accepted that there was no better choice. Chloé was scarily effective.

(8 Years earlier, Prague)

The pub was crowded and filled with cigar smoke. Nearly every biker gang in the neighborhood gathered in the small dwelling to see this trade. Milos Doznal, the local crime boss, would finally get his hands on the treasure he had searched for all these years. Now all he had to was wait for the seller.

The door to the pub slammed open, and the crowd fell silent. In walked a woman with a long blond ponytail, dressed head to toe in leather and wore a pair of sunglasses on her head. She swung a pouch from her hands and slowly sauntered over to the large table where Milos waited for his contact. Wordlessly, she took the seat straight across from him.

Milos's face darkened. "Madam, you are quite bold to walk into a notorious bar alone."

The woman placed the pouch on the table. "Oh good, I was worried I walked into the wrong seedy establishment. I would hate to waste my precious time." She pushed the pouch toward Milos. "I believe this is for you."

He opened it to find what he searched for inside. The sealed Joe DiMaggio mint condition trading card. This beautiful woman was his seller? He almost regretted what he had to do next.

"Thank you madam."

"I take my thanks in euros," she answered, leaning back against the chair.

Milos pocketed the card and snapped his fingers. The men surrounding him took out their pistols and trained them on the woman.

She sighed and stood up. "You run this side of Prague, and you're too cheap to pay for a baseball card? How sad," she taunted.

"It's a cost-saving measure, my dear."

The woman narrowed her eyes. "Perhaps I forgot to introduce myself. It's not dear. I am Chloé Bourgeois." She then removed her sunglasses and placed them on the table.

For any bystander passing around the bar, they would have smartly ignored the hail of gunfire and grunts inside. Everyone not involved with the business deal escaped out the back door hoping to live another day.

As the chaos calmed down inside, Chloé picked up her sunglasses and placed them on her head once more. She took out a handkerchief from her jacket pocket and wiped the blood off her hands. Not her own of course.

"Mr. Doznal, my payment please."

Shocked, Milos gave her an envelope full of cash with a trembling hand. She snatched it out of his hands and stepped over the barely conscious bodies to exit the bar. Enough of the night was left to be salvageable.

"Can I have one?" A third voice entered the conversation. She saw a figure handspring into view. Alya had arrived with her usual flair.

Marinette could practically hear the blush in Nino's voice. "You can have the whole box."

"What's gonna happen when she founds out that you live with your mom?" Chloé stage whispered.

"It's the Age of the Geek. We run the world, bro."

"Whatever." Chloé seemed to turn away.

A soft humming entered the comms as the newcomer to the group readied her equipment. Marinette focused her binoculars to get a closer was dressed in all black and her hair was bound in a cap. Typical. A thief couldn't afford to have her locks all over the place; Alya least of all. One misplaced red hair would clap her in handcuffs.

Alya was a mystery to most, but not to Marinette. She did not make sense in a legal world. For Alya, life was black and white. Stealing was to survive, and stealing was all she knew anymore. Money, art, antiquities, anything was fair game for Alya to steal.

(20 Years earlier, Martinique)

Slap.

Alya felt the blow despite its actual target. She looked down at her feet, and above all, tried to avoid looking her foster father in the eye. His wife was huddled in the corner, clutching her red cheek.

He stood in front of her, shaking the fox stuffed animal. "You thought you could take your little toy back without me knowing?" He shouted.

The little girl stood her ground despite her fear. Holding her tongue, she silently rose her gaze and met his fierce look.

"Claude, please. It's just a toy!" Her foster mother begged.

He pushed her away once more. "No! She needs to learn her lesson." He dangled the fox above Alya now. "You get Foxy back when I say you can. So be a good girl. Or," he paused and leered at Alya. "A better thief."

A few hours later, with Trixx the fox in her arms, Alya walked out of that last foster home. The only memento she left with that couple was a lit cigarette on top of a stack of old newspapers. It was not her fault that Claude smoked irresponsibly. She hugged Trixx and walked away from the burning house. Only the future was ahead of her now.

—

Marinette spoke into her comm and addressed the now complete group. "Now that you're all here, let's get started. The next guard rotation will start in 30 minutes. That's enough for Alya to enter the renovation floor and unlock the service elevator. That will take Nino and Chloé down to the floor below you where the servers are housed." She glanced back at her plans on the table. "With everything running smoothly, we should get them down to the servers in less than 5 minutes."

Alya hummed a yes and tightened her rig. She took a step back to prepare for her descent.

Marinette glanced at the roof."Now on my count. Three, two-"

"YEE-HAW!" Alya swan dove off the roof. All Chloé and Nino could do was watch as she floated down to the target floor.

"That's 30 kilos of crazy in a 5 kilo bag," Nino laughed. Chloé rolled her eyes and stepped back.

"I'm here." Alya's voice breathed into the comms. "It looks like there is a vibration sensor on the window."

"Okay, no cutting, Alya. Use the binary laser."

Less vibration that way, Marinette thought, and less chances of getting caught. She barely trusted these guys to get the job done at all, let alone finishing on Plan A.

A dropped glass pane later, Alya slunk smoothly into the room through the opening. She crouched low to the ground to stay out of the shot of any stray security cameras. No need to alert anybody in the guard room. What was the fun in that? The electrical room was right down the hall, and she could pick that lock in six seconds flat. Once she entered the room, she turned and locked the door.

"In," she said out loud.

Marinette chuckled. "3 minutes Alya. Are you losing your touch?"

Alya bristled. "Not at all." She plugged in the monitor to the security camera feed in the room. It looped the footage for the server hallway. Her connection also sent the visuals to Marinette. "They won't see a thing. Getting the other two down." She sent the elevator to the top to collect the other members.

Chloé grabbed their gear. "Copy. Let's go, nerd." She pushed Nino into the open elevator and punched the down button. Half a minute later, they arrived to their destination. At the end of the hallway was the server room and their prize. Nino rushed over and attached a device to the electronic lock.

"Three 16-digit passcodes? I salute you, sir," he gushed.

Chloé huffed. "Can you hurry it up?" He waved her impatience away. Hacking was an art, and this was Nino's studio. He typed the commands into the keyboard, and the device began cracking the codes. He shot a cheeky grin at Chloé, who leaned against the wall. In return, she gave him a rude gesture.

Back in the other building, Marinette studied the guard room camera. "There are 12 guards on the duty roster, and only 8 in the room," she said to Alya. "Do you see that?"

Alya glanced at the security footage again. "I can't even tell who's in there, and you know how many are there?" she said incredulously.

"Count the haircuts, Alya."

"I would have missed that," she whispered.

"Hmm?"

"Nothing!" She flipped through the different feeds and cursed. There were three guards headed straight for Nino and Chloé. "They started their walk through early. What the f-"

Marinette looked at the screens on the feed. "They're doing their rounds early to watch the England v. France football game."

Alya gauged their distance. "They'll be at the servers in less than a minute."

Nino's voice broke through. "Hey, what's happening?"

Both Alya and Chloé began talking over each other, but Marinette blocked all three of them out for a moment. She closed her eyes and thought about their dilemma. One moment of clarity was all she needed.

"Okay, Alya. This is what I need you to do. Send a bug into their comm frequencies and isolate the guards on duty. Don't give them any backup. Chloé," she said firmly.

"Yeah?"

"Use Nino as bait."

Nino sputtered in confusion. "Use me as what?" He looked at Chloé. She wore a feral grin and waved goodbye as she walked away. Nino returned his attention to the lock. "Come on dude, work with me." He heard the footsteps coming down the hallway. A quick scan showed Chloé had abandoned him. "Forget this!" He grunted and grabbed the bag.

"Hey! Put your hands up in the air." Nino found four men aiming their guns straight at his face. He raised the bag with his hands.

The guard in front grunted. "Drop the bag."

Nino complied and relaxed his hand. As his grip released the bag, he found Chloé and her feral grin behind the guards. In the time it took for the bag to fall, the woman had disarmed all four of the guards as well as knocking them out. Nino stood dumbfounded.

As she stood up, she met his eye and smirked. "That's what I do."

Before Nino could comment any further, the door to the server room unlocked. "We have access," he told Marinette and Alya.

"Okay, hurry and get the designs. We don't have any time to waste." Marinette let out the breath she hadn't realized she was holding. So far, so good. Only minor complications. All they needed was to get out of there now.

Nino found the files and deleted them off the Vanily servers. "I even left them a few nasty bugs to deal with tomorrow."

"Let's get out of here." She grabbed their gear from Nino and walked toward the elevator.

"Bad news guys," Alya groaned. "Those security guards reset the elevator locks when they found it open."

Chloé growled. "What does that mean?"

"We can't go up."

She would not stomp her foot and whine. She was not that little rich girl anymore. "Fine. Every woman for herself," she huffed.

She felt a tug on her bag. She turned and found Nino's fuming face."Hey, I'm the one with the merchandise."

"I'm the one with an exit!" Alya chimed in.

"And I'm the one with a plan," Marinette ended the conversation. "I know you three don't work well with others, but if you stick with me for five more minutes, I will get you out."

"I don't trust these guys Marinette," Alya said first.

Marinette paused a second, and then asked, "Do you trust me?"

A beat later, Chloé answered. "Of course. You're the good guy here."

"Then let me do my job. Alya, get down to their elevator. We're moving to the Star Scam." All three grunted into the comms and made their way to the elevator. Alya came through the top hatch and landed between Nino and Chloé who were changing.

"Onto Plan B then?" Alya asked.

Marinette smirked at the thought. "More like Plan H."

"So many plans do you have? Is there a Plan M?" Nino wondered while he buttoned up his shirt.

"Yeah. Nino dies in Plan M," she quipped as she gathered her papers. Time to wrap this up.

"I like Plan M." Chloé grunted as she pulled up her stockings. Her favorite sunglasses were perched on her nose. She tied a silk scarf around her neck, and she turned to face the other two. Alya was dressed in a slim pantsuit and wore chic glasses. Nino wore a similar suit and held a portfolio in his hands. She looked them up and down, giving them a slight nod of approval. "Good enough."

The elevator beeped and signaled the ground floor. Alya led them out into the foyer of the building. The security guard at the desk approached them slowly, his hand reaching for the taser at his side. "There's not supposed to be anyone in the building."

Nino opened his mouth to speak, but Alya beat him to it. "We have three weeks until Fashion Week, and you think our designers care about when they should be in the building. If not for them, you wouldn't have this job!" She scolded.

"I can't work in conditions like this," Chloé moaned as she leaned against Nino. She dropped her head pitifully on his shoulder.

"See what you've done? All she wanted was to go home to rest. What's your name? If we lose our contracts, I'll tell Madame Vanily who distressed her star designer." Nino peered at the guards badge.

He pivoted away from Nino's gaze. "I apologize, madam. Please, feel free to come and go as you please." He gestured for them to walk out the door. Nino pulled Chloé out as she still leaned on him for support.

"You shouldn't have interfered in the first place," Alya continued to scold him as she followed closely behind. "You sicken me!" She threw a final parting shot as they exited into the Parisian evening. In front of them on the road, a car pulled up, and Marinette rolled down the window.

"Need a lift?"

Nino chuckled as they hurried into the sedan, and Alya claimed the front seat. Even Chloé had a wan smile on her face. As Marinette drove off into the night, she repressed the feeling of how their success felt.

They gathered under the Eiffel Tower to watch Nino send the files to the Agrestes.

Marinette rubbed her arms up and down. "Come on, what's taking so long?"

"I've gotta do this on the public WiFi, but there's a lot of crappy bandwidth. I'll be done in three, two, one. Sent!" Nino pumped his fist in the air.

"Good, your money should be in your accounts by the evening."

Nino put his laptop in his bag and addressed all three women. "That was actually kinda fun, wasn't it?"

"Well, this was a one-time job. No encores," Chloé sneered.

"I already forgot your names," Alya added.

"And I am not a thief," Marinette ended.

Chloé raised a brow. "Except you were tonight."

Marinette didn't take the bait Chloé lured in front of her. Instead, she turned on her heel and walked away. She needed a stiff drink and a long nap.

The phone's ringing woke Marinette up. For a second, it felt like she was back in her room at the top of her parent's bakery. Instead of smelling fresh baked bread though, all she smelled was the acrid scent of smoke. She sat up quickly once she registered that this wasn't the bakery. She was in a spartan hotel room with no personality and a blaring phone.

"Hello?" She croaked into the mouthpiece.

"Mr. Agreste is highly disappointed in you, Ms. Dupain-Cheng," Nathalie's voice came through the other end.

"What?"

"We never received the designs that you said were sent."

Marinette rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. "I saw them go out myself."

"Well you were fooled."

"It's not my fault. You are the one who hired career criminals to do this job."

"And we hired you to keep them in line," a foreign voice snapped back. It must be the infamous Gabriel Agreste. A chill ran down Marinette's back at the frost in his tone. "I am freezing the payments right now." A click indicated he ended the call.

Marinette grunted. "Just wait a second. We can discuss this. Let me come to your offices."

"I'll send you the address to one of our textile warehouses in the outskirts of town. We can meet there." With a click, she hung up the phone.

Marinette dropped her head on her pillow. Today was shaping up to be a long day. Hopefully, the other three didn't do anything rash. She wasn't kidding when she said that they only worked alone. Three loose cannons like that were just waiting to explode at someone. Marinette did not want to get caught in the crossfire.

An hour later, she walked up to the warehouse. There were two voices loudly arguing inside. Slowly, she stepped inside and attempted to identify who it was. Peering around a corner, she found Nino and Chloé.

"What did you do?" Nino shouted and waved a gun in her face.

Chloé, to her credit, did not respond with anything but a sneer. "How could I have done anything? The designs were with you the whole time."

Nino sputtered. "You might have done something in the elevator!" His grip on the gun was shaky. Marinette decided it was time to intervene before things got even worse.

"Hey!" She drew their attention away from each other.

Chloe much preferred her as a target anyway. "Was it you? You're the only one who ever played both sides."

"You're awfully calm for someone with a gun pointed at her face."

She shrugged. "Safety's off."

"No it isn't," Nino argued.

Marinette agreed with Chloé, "No, it is." Nino relaxed his stance to study the gun. She took the opportunity to disarm him, and release the safety. "Now we need to figure out what happened last night."

A sound echoed in the empty warehouse. Another safety being released. The three turned to find Alya walking toward them with a grim look on her face. "My money's not in my account. That makes me sad, in my special angry place," she said calmly, eying everyone around her.

Nino backed up awfully quickly for someone who was waving a gun around earlier. "Hey, none of us got paid."

"This was supposed to be a walkaway. I wasn't supposed to see any of you again. Least of all you, Dupain-Cheng."

With her words, the dots connected in Marinette's mind. All she could do in that moment was double over in laughter. "That's true. How else would you get us all here in the same place…" she trailed off as the full picture appeared. "If only to tell us that we aren't getting paid."

Alarm rose on everyone's faces as the need to escape was imminent. The sweet smell of an accelerant penetrated her thoughts. "Everybody out now!" Marinette shouted and bolted to open the garage door. The other three followed closely behind. She held the door high enough to let the others out. Alya was out first. Chloé would have been close behind her if she hadn't stopped to grab Nino who tripped on a loose cable. She hauled him up by the collar of his shirt and supported him out. Once they were clear, Marinette followed them out. They made it to Marinette's car safely.

"Maybe they didn't-" Nino didn't get to finish his sentence before the warehouse blew up.

Alya turned to him. "You were saying?"

"Come on, we need to get out of here. The cops will be here any minute." Chloé jostled Marinette. "C'mon, Dupain-Cheng. Let's go!"

For the second time in 24 hours, she found herself driving away with three thieves in tow. This time, however, there was no clear plan of where to go next.

"Welcome to the Chateau Lahiffe." Nino led the ragtag group into a large apartment. All of them were dusty from their near escape, but free of too many injuries. Marinette was acutely aware of a drip of blood down the side of her forehead. He went straight to his computer setup. She followed closely behind.

Chloé paced angrily. "I'm going to beat Agreste so badly," she growled.

Alya leaned against a pillar. "You won't get within 50 meters. He knows your face. He knows all of our faces."

"I don't care. He tried to kill us."

"More importantly,"Alya mused, "They didn't pay us."

Chloé looked at her dumbfounded. "How is that more important?" She hissed. Marinette had to agree.

"I take that personally."

"There's something wrong with you." She pointed at Alya.

Nino grabbed a few freshly printed papers off his desk. "Here are tickets to New York." He handed one to Alya. "Milan." Another to Chloé. "And London." He tried to give it to Marinette, but she gave it back to him.

"You're running?" She asked.

Chloé sniffed. "What else do you expect? They're going to find out soon that we didn't die, and then they'll try again. I don't want to be here for them to succeed."

She stood quietly for a moment and then spoke, "No they'll expect us to flee, and then Gabriel Agreste will get away with it. No, we got to hit back now while he thinks that we are gone. What exactly was in those designs we stole?" She asked Nino.

"How would I know?"

Marinette rolled her eyes. "I did chase you all before. I know how you work. You would have kept a copy."

Nino sighed and nodded. He pulled up the copy of the designs. "These are definitely Vanily designs. I found watermarks embedded deep inside the code while we were in the server room. No need to fake those."

"Gabriel Agreste stole the designs and didn't plan to pay for them," Chloé said.

Alya added, "And as thieves, we can't go to the police for breach."

Marinette agreed. "No, but if you will work with me, one more time, we could possibly teach him and Nathalie Sancouer," she nearly spat the name, "a lesson they will never forget."

Chloé stepped forward first. "What's in it for me?" she asked Marinette.

"Revenge. And if it goes right, a whole lot of money."

Alya coughed. "And for me?"

Marinette smiled. Of course revenge didn't interest Alya. "Money. And if it goes right, revenge."

Nino chuckled. "Well, I was just going to send them a bunch of ugly ass dresses, but this sounds way better, man. Count me in."

"What's in it for you?" Alya asked.

The tears sprang forward immediately, but she held them back. "They used my parents against me. For that, they'll pay." Marinette surreptitiously wiped her eyes. She turned to face both Alya and Chloé. They both nodded in return, and once again, Marinette let go of that breath she had been holding.

"Okay, let's go get Adrien." She waved her hand to beckon them behind her.

Chloé hung back in confusion. "What the hell is an Adrien?"