@hazakim || closed thread.
Perhaps if he had not listened to Green, he would’ve finished the job by now. Forty five minutes should have been more than enough time to sneak inside, snatch the prize, and stroll back out again. But as headstrong as he was, Nicholas trusted his friends, and among the few of them, Green was definitely one. So here he was, almost one hour since he had arrived, lying low, quite literally, among the thick laurel shrubs across the mansion. Something crawled on his forearm under the long sleeve, and he smacked at it impatiently. That must be the seventh or eighth ant corpse he was harboring on his clothes. The night air was cool, yet he wiped at his brows, ridding the thin layer of sweat. His phone buzzed finally, and he tapped on the screen to find a new text from Green.
[ from: Greenlight ] u ready?
Nick was ready to kick Green from his short list of friends, alright. He typed hastily instead.
[ to: Greenlight ] You know I’m right here waiting for your cue
[ to: Greenlight ] Are you in?
[ from: Greenlight ] um yea...
[ from: Greenlight ] have been for a bit but
[ to: Greenlight ] DUDE WTF
[ from: Greenlight ] no listen
[ from: Greenlight ] something’s not right
[ from: Greenlight ] it’s too easy, man
[ from: Greenlight ] totally below expectation
[ from: Greenlight ] they should’ve stellar security
[ from: Greenlight ] but it doesn’t look like it
He frowned reading the texts, knowing it couldn’t be good.
[ to: Greenlight ] Can you figure out what’s wrong?
[ from: Greenlight ] yea maybe but I’m gonna need some time
[ to: Greenlight ] Don’t worry I’m having fun being a mosquito feeder here
[ to: Greenlight ] How long?
[ from: Greenlight ] some time like some hours
[ from: Greenlight ] like u really should go home now
[ from: Greenlight ] n come back tomorrow
[ from: Greenlight ] or the day after
Even when he knew nobody could hear him--or because of that--Nick cursed out loud. There was a deadline for the job, and he wouldn’t risk failing to finish it. Part of it was not willing to trifle with the Guild, and the other part was the status he had earned and meant to keep.
[ to: Greenlight ] Yeah not happening
[ to: Greenlight ] I’m going in
[ to: Greenlight ] Eye in the sky?
There was an uncharacteristically pending answer from Green, and Nick could imagine the boy trying to piece his words together, stringing them to dissuade him from the idea. But it seemed like he knew Nick better than expected, as the texts finally arrived, relented.
[ from: Greenlight ] sure man
[ from: Greenlight ] just
[ from: Greenlight ] be very very careful
[ from: Greenlight ] bad vibes tbh
Nick didn’t bother with a reply. He had to get going before his confidence deserted him, after all.
The iron gate loomed before him, narrow bars with little to none place for secure footing. Hard, but not impossible to climb. And yet he knew there was a chance of its hinges creaking under his weight. The thief moved south, and found a brick wall, more or less the same height of the gate. Sturdier, easier to scale. In mere minutes he was up and over it, dropping on the lawn with a soft thud. So far so good.