Emily spun around in a circle with tears in eyes and a mixture of fear and hope in her heart.
She looked up around the ceiling and around the room to find the source of the sound.
Some would say that she was crazy, that it had been 25 long and miserable years and Luke was dead and gone. That those hot dogs Luke and his friends ate were deadlier than rat poison.
But Emily Patterson would swear on her life that the voice that said "I'm here Mom" was Luke's.
For the-spark-in-the-dark
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((We need to name this verse omg.))
Here’s a little “what happened before” thingy for you.
Kit had summed up the job. Big money, private collection, sketch buyer. It wasn’t anything they hadn’t done before, but it was sketchier than normal and Kit had to talk them into it. Oh, and there was one other issue.
They needed outside help.
Em pointed out that none of them worked well with others—they barely worked well with each other. Kai added the fact that they didn’t know anyone with the skills they needed. Kit rolled his eyes, reminded him that he knew that, and insisted that they could find someone. By “they”, he meant “Kai”, who sighed, but grabbed his laptop and started digging.
It didn’t take long to find several possibilities. They needed someone who could work with electricity in a way Kai couldn’t. Further digging told him that two of them were dead—actually dead and not just dead to the world or whatever. One of them was in South Africa and another had last been spotted in India. That left two, but when he kept looking around, he found that one was in high security prison and breaking him out was too illegal even for them. That left one girl.
“Madelyn Elizabeth Lawson,” Kai said, pulling up the files on her. Em and Kit leaned over his shoulders to look it over.
“Hey, she’s older than me. That’s cool,” Em observed.
“Looks like she works on the other side of the city,” Kit commented, eyes skimming all the information on the screen.
Kai quirked an eyebrow at them. “So what? We just approach her and ask her if she wants to help us steal something?”
“Yep,” Em answered.
Kit shook his head. “No. You approach her and ask if she wants to help us steal something.”
“Why me?”
“It’s the people skills, isn’t it?” Em asked.
Kit nodded. They argued it over, before he caved.
“Fine. I’ll see if I can get a total stranger to agree to pull off a heist with us, but when this goes south, it’s all your fault.”
