A HunterXHunter fanfic (Part II)

September 1st, Yorknew City 5:22AM

Nijiiro leaned against the railing on the balcony of her luxury penthouse apartment, sipping a hot espresso and waiting for the sun to rise. Of course, her eyes could see the whole thing, and so for her, first light was over an hour ago, but it was still a treat to watch the fiery pinks and oranges light up the sky from an elevation of nearly 800 meters. She heard Hisoka slip out behind her, on his way to meet with the Gennei Ryodan at last. She glanced at her watch. Only about eighteen hours late. Oh, well. It's not like he'd ever been on time, anyway. She downed her espresso and wandered inside in pursuit of another, and she could already feel the warm caffeinated liquid firming up bits of the chemical soup of her brain, and cogs begin to tick the way she wanted them to. Her current plan had so many moving parts, it could be considered ambitious, even for her.
'Nothing is too ambitious for the girl who knocked over the Peltier mansion. Not for the girl who stole the Magna Virtus diamond from under the noses of the world's highest paid museum security using nothing but wires and paint. I can manage. I must manage.' she thought, scolding herself a little. She'd replaced the Virtus with exactly seventy grams of horse manure, for crying out loud.
Nijiiro slid into her desk and used her bare foot to open the palm-print-scanning safe in the bottom, seamlessly hidden in the floor beneath the office chair. Paranoid security befitting the world's greatest thief. Inside lay the usual store of cash, grenades, passports, and diamonds, but Nijiiro fished around for a moment and pulled out something far more valuable: Hisoka's Hunter License. With this, controlling the information on the Hunter Website would be an absolute cinch; not to mention, she'd gained unprecedented insight into the Hunter Association itself, something which she hadn't anticipated but had, of course, been a welcome surprise. She closed the safe and scanned her left palm to reaffirm her legitimate access to the cache, lest the bombs rigged to it blow the floor beneath her and both of the exits to a height well exceeding 800 meters. Paranoid and dangerous.
“Such to-do...and so much to do...” she muttered under her breath, starting up her laptop with a 24-character passphrase and a retinal scan, followed by a time-sensitive insertion of a specialized pin from the safe. Hisoka had already texted her the coordinates of the hideout and confirmation of the official job announcement from Chrollo: the target was to be the mafia auction's entire treasure hoard.'The eagle has landed' she thought, the faintest of smiles on her lips. She logged in to her custom-built location-scrambling software and began uploading the information she'd stolen from Nostrade's man a month prior, careful to program each specific piece to become viewable at a set time throughout the next three days. As she looked up from this somewhat stressful and uncertain task, Nijiiro realized she had missed the true dawn in the sky, and for some reason, this made her rise from her to seat and walk a bit quicker than normal out to the balcony to look at the brand new sun. 'This day is the newest day in the history of this world. Experiencing new things...is nice, after all....'
Kurapika walked out onto the balcony of the richly-appointed Beitacle Hotel and glared at the morning of September first. 'They're coming...the Spiders... are definitely coming' he thought.