#heist one.

[plutomade]

ft. thea ( @thewatchdcg​ )

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦. he did it obligingly if it was directly related to the task at hand, because it was efficient and necessary. but being an inherent people-pleaser? that, he could never get behind. he wasn’t keen on having to win the affection of someone he didn’t really care for. that kind of business was what monty was for. unfortunately, percy found himself needing to court certain people for the sake of his future plans. and thea was one of them.

she was an interesting subject of duality--she seemed so soft on the inside, but the minute the team required her to hit something, it was easy to fear her. percy really didn’t know what to make of it, but it kind of gave him a small satisfaction, watching her interactions with others. she was pure--as pure as you could be on this team. he could never tell if the smiles he flashed her way were forced or an innate reaction to her warmth. that kind of smile was plastered across his face as he stepped into the training room, eager to talk to her. now that the crew was back in full force, preparing for their next heist, he had to put in the overtime effort to get the team to like him more. which was nearly an impossible task.

“i could use a sparring partner, you know.” he descended down the shallow steps and onto the mat in the center of the room. “although you’ll have to promise to go easy on me.”

[plutomade]

ft. striker ( @ofstrikcrs​ )

stealing things could spur a rush of adrenaline, coarsing through one’s veins like it was ubiquitous. some people stole to chase that high--but that wasn’t percy. not anymore. the only satisfaction he got from stealing things was knowing that he was smarter than the people in possession of such objects. and maybe that was a thrill in itself, but he would let those proposed purposes mix; he was only here to prove to himself that he was better than some of the most powerful people in the world. the one thing he’d wanted all his life. 

achieving that with striker kim by his side seemed to nullify to the entire point. he had all the money in the world, all the status in the world, anything he could possibly want, spread out on a silver platter in front of him. he had to prove himself and his uses, of course, to be accepted into the team, but it was his name that got him there in the first place. coming from a family full of nobodies in a nowhere town, percy was easily frustrated by his entitled demeanor. “let’s go over the plan for the diversion. again.” if they were going to make this work, he was going to have to have it down. 

[plutomade]

​ft. mischa ( @prvntcessa​ )

percy honestly wished he was less fond of mischa. it would have made his job a lot easier to be more unforgiving with such a wildcard like her. but, unluckily for him, she had grown on him--as more of a thorn in his side, but still. he couldn’t deny that he felt somewhat close to her. but he liked to convince himself that was his fierce loyalty speaking, that he was that protective over all of his teammates. that he would take a bullet for any of them. but mischa felt like something more of a sister to him, even though acted like more of a cold authority figure around her. that never seemed to faze her, anyways.

he had been reading up on banksy’s devolved parliament, specifically it’s exact value. if he could get a number on that, and they had a solid fence, everything would run smoothly. so long as no one deviated from the plan.

the lounge area of their headquarters was empty, save for the russian mob princess herself. “Здравствуйте.” he greeted casually. percy had been studying russian since high school--he liked to use it to startle mischa, to remind her that the little things she murmured to herself in the language weren’t so secret. “have you contacted your guy from belmonte?”

[plutomade]

ft. indie ( @ofcatalysis​ )

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘱 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. . it was easy for percy; he practically never left headquarters, unless they were traveling for business. of course, he’d make discreet trips to the grocery store and went for long morning runs, but he always returned to his barely-furnished room at the end of the hallway, treating it like it was home. because he didn’t have one anymore, especially not after his death. 

old routines meant that he would start visiting indie’s room again, a bottle of scotch in one hand and two glasses in the other. but that would have to wait until everyone was seemingly asleep. truthfully, percy wasn’t that fond of having to spend time with the woman when it wasn’t behind closed doors--he didn’t want it to seem like he was any less serious about his work, but it was kind of difficult to ensure that when she was whispering things to him over comms and watching him squirm on camera. this was always when he was conveniently surrounded by the rest of the team.

today, though, they were the only two in his car, driving north to meet a contact about some special technological gadget that could potentially help them clone fingerprints. percy had only brought indie along because he had no choice. he needed someone who could confirm its quality. unfortunately, that meant they were going to have to spend to hours together, two feet apart from each other. he turned his cheek to face her, his eyes leaving the road for a split second. “did you do your research on the casino’s security system yet?”