Stolen Treasure (Serapheil & Mira-charma)
 

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Get in, steal the treasure, get out again. In theory it sounded rather simple; in practice it was anything but. Standing outside the luxurious home of an important buisnessman, the darkly dressed figure had to acknowledge for a moment the ridiculous security precautions the rich afforded themselves. State-of-the-art security systems, cameras, bodyguards, houses large enough to be mazes themselves... the ends they went to in order to attempt to make themselves invulnerable was impressive.

Alas, he thought, tugging on the bottom of his ski mask to ensure it was in place, they always forgot to plan against the one inevitable thing which could make the whole high-tech security come crashing down around them.

Power Outages.

Back up generators took time to kick in. In the few minutes between, a good thief could get into a wealthy man's home and to his target. Crouched next to the door, the thief inserted his tools into the keyhole, quietly coaxing the lock into submission until it opened with a soft click.

A good thief could get in. A great thief could get in, get his objective, and be out again before anyone was the wiser. The thief glanced at his watch, counting down seconds until his associates cut the power. At the appointed time, he carefully turned the doorknob and pushed the large engraved door open-

-and when the bells and whistles didn't go off, he dashed inside. The maps had been precise; the treasure was in a room used only by the buisness man in the farthest corner of the house. If he didn't even want his guests to know what it was, then it had to be important.

Creeping cautiously through the hallway, the thief, mindful of any creaky boards, proceeded through the house. Not a soul stirred as he mentally counted the time until the generators kicked in and the alarm went off. Nearing the room again, the thief withdrew his lockpicks from one of the deep pockets in his outfit. Crouching carefully against the door, he again soundlessly worked his magic until the lock gave a soft click.

Turning the doorknob, he pushed the door wide open, eager to find the treasure inside.

The thief cursed under his breath. "They didn't say anything about kidnapping no damn kid..."

Stepping lightly into the room, he turned and closed the door soundlessly. Taking stock of the room, the kid, and the chains binding him to the bed, he groaned and ran a hand over his ski-mask covered face. It wasn't possible to undo all those chains and escape before the power came back on and he was discovered.

This was going to go very, very badly.

Approaching the bed, he affixed the kid with a glare as he crouched down to examine the nearest chain that was attaching him to the bed. Quickly he examined it from one end to the other, looking for the lock mechanism. Brought up short by the blanket, he glared at the kid again.

"Make a sound and I'll kill you." Grabbing the blanket the kid was holding to his chest, he yanked it off and attempted to proceed to go about undoing the chains.

"Oh good, a treasure with attitude, my lucky night." The theif's accent is most deffinetly not russian, but a slightly rough american one.

Finding the lock, the thief nimbly withdrew his tools and had it unlocked within a matter of seconds. Tossing the thing aside, he stood to take a better look at the 'treasure'. Taking in the slave's demenour and actions puzzled him slightly, but if he was going to get him out of the building with no-one the wiser, it was information he was going to have to puzzle over at a later date.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, you ain't got nothin I haven't seen before," he replies, somewhat annoyed. Glancing at the collar, he frowns, not that the slave could see it, as he's dressed in black from head to toe. "Your name is Shadow?"

Grudgingly, the thief walks over to the bathroom to pick out some clothes for him, since dragging him around in clothes is a more sensible option than dragging the slave around in a blanket. The clothes, as they are not male clothes, thoroughly confuse him, but he picks the least fancy one he can find and, crossing the room in large thumping strides, dumps the clothes on the bed next to Shadow.

"That's awfully generous of you," the thief mutters, turning away to allow Shadow to change without prying eyes, considering his earlier objection to a display of his nudity. His mental clock is getting awfully close to the end of his time. "Although it would be most helpful. Although I assume you want your freedom, I'm not just going to let you walk away once you're out of here, even if you help me. You realize that, right?"

".... right." A little disconcerted, the thief tromps over to the door and carefully eases it open to check for people in the hallway. Seeing no one, he turns back to Shadow. Seeing him, dressed in a long blue dress, of all things, and fussing with his head, the thief mentally slaps himself. What have I gotten myself into this time?

"If you're ready, your highness, we should be going. We've got about two minutes before the power comes back on and the alarm goes off, and the whole house comes down on us." The thief withdraws his gun from a holster on his hip. "I don't have enough ammo for all of 'em."

The theif looks at him oddly but shakes his head. Taking a blanket on an escape from the large house was not exactly what he would call a good idea."Come on then."

Going first out into the dark hallway, the thief stalks down the hallway back the way he came, mindful of any creaks in the floor. Holding his gun at the ready, he checks around the first corner, then proceeds down the hallway, assuming Shadow will follow him. Halfway down this hallway, he stops in front of a panel.

"Work your magic then, and quickly, if you please."

Biting down on a rude reply to Shadow's statement, the thief simply nodded. "Thanks. Now, at a slow leisurley pace more fitting my picky treasure, let us continue, shall we?"

Shaking his head, the thief continued through the residence back the way he had come, pausing at every corner to make sure that there was no one there, and what's more that Shadow was still following. As they near the exit, the thief blows a mental sigh of relief, lowering his gun a little.

"I'm sure there's no need to tell you this, but we're almost there." Thank god.

The thief watches Shadow with increasing perplexity as he keeps stopping to pick items up. When he picks up the laptop, the dark-clad man almost draws the line, but a co-operative hostage, if he can call him that, is infinitely better than one he has to drag out of the residence kicking and screaming. Which one of us is the thief again?

"I'm so glad you approve." Opening the exit door, he carefully checks around before stepping outside, and walking at a quick clip across the grounds towards the end of the property, hoping that at least during this length Shadow will quit dawdling. His vehicle is a few blocks away, for safety. Halfway across, the thief pauses to make certain Shadow is following him.

Shadow fidgeted, like he knew something the other male did not. But he didn't comment on it as they walked, presumably heading towards a waiting vehicle. Once they were nearly there, he cleared his throat.

"Where exactly are you taking me?" he asked, innocently...curiously. "I would like to know, in return for my cooperation." After all, if this place was worse than his old master's place, he would try to escape, for sure...

((Bed-time for me. D: Night!))

Nearing the vehicle, the thief holstered his gun. When Shadow asked his question, he paused and turned towards him, eyes narrowing, suspecting him of suddenly wanting to escape.

"For now, back to my workhouse, until I'm contacted by my contact. I was hired to steal... you for someone. Although I didn't know you were a person at the time. I'm not sure what they'll want to do with you, but until then you're stuck with me." Reaching into another pocket, he pulls out a set of keys. "And Trust me, you're not my type."

((Night night!))

The thief just shakes his head in annoyance at Shadow's amusement, walking over to the other side of the old rusted van and pulling open the door. Swinging himself up onto the seat, puts the keys in the ignition, then with a dismissive glance at Shadow pulls off his ski-mask, revealing a large mass of curled red hair, strong features, and closed-off green eyes.


"He's like the guy who comes to give me the money when I finish a job. And give me new ones. We don't associate outside of that. He's a bit of a butterball though." Turning the keys, he starts the ignition, and with no little relief pulls away from the residence without anyone coming after them.

((sorry for the text in the image... it's the only one I could find without his stupid mustache. >.<))

The theif glances at him with unconcealed irritation as he stops at a red light. "He's middle aged, balding, fat, lazy, gets on my nerves, never finds me enough work to do, and takes more than his share of my paycheck."

As the light changes, he hits the gas again, but not before lowering a glare in Shadow's direction. "Will you stop staring at me like that?!"

He was this far away from kicking the blue-haired pansy out of his car, pay check be damned. This close. "No, I don't like people staring at me. I'm a thief, it's my job not to be noticed. Besides. It's rude."

Suddenly the thief curses, swerving back into his lane as he had started to drift into oncoming traffic while getting annoyed with Shadow. "See! Look what your staring did!"

"Smart-ass little punk..." the thief grumbles under his breath, but leaves it at that. He drives in stiff silence for the next 15 minutes, studiously ignoring his passenger, until he pulls up in front of a run-down house that looks like it's more fit for a demolition derby than for human habitation. Shutting off the engine, he hops out of the car, slamming the door angrily behind him. Stopping beside the passenger-side door, he raises his voice so Shadow can hear him.

"We're here. Get out."