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“You have my fucking wallet you dumb bitch!!”
You heard the shout echo through the alleyway as your legs carried you as fast as they could across the bricked pavement, flying over the mounds of litter scattered down your path.
In all fairness, you had taken the man’s wallet. Along with his watch. And his ring.
You assumed he had only noticed the absent wallet so far.
The man had given up chasing you by now, the sound of his footsteps slowing a far distance behind you, his panting breath being lost as you continued your journey through the multitudes of winds and bends on Zaun’s streets.
When you were certain you’d lost him, you collapsed against the brick wall of an alley way, panting until you regained your breath.
Normally, there wouldn’t be much of a chase. Hell- most of the time they don’t even notice when you snatched their possessions straight from the pocket. You knew that if you wanted to be a thief, you had to make damn sure you were a good one. Alas, mishaps occur once in a while.
Zauns rife with thieves and pickpockets. It’s something you learn at an early age: don’t flash your cash until you never want to see it again. Real Zaunties aren’t dumb enough to have their wallets hanging around loose like that, so you felt no sympathy for that man.
Piltie bastard.
You only steal what you can’t afford- and that’s everything.
Opening up the zip to his wallet, you did a thorough search for coins, identification, anything with value. You could likely sell his ID for a decent amount of cash, but his watch and his ring were the real dealbreakers: real gems. With real silver- none of that copper shit normally seen down her.
You grinned, chuffed, stuffing the valuables deep into your inside jacket pocket before setting off back down the alleyway.
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Sevika stepped into Silco’s office for the eighth time that week. It was Tuesday.
He was already perched on his usual seat behind his desk, facing the door, with a boat load of papers. He ushered Sevika in until she plopped down onto the couch- her usual seat. Designated seats like a little happy family.
She looked up at him expectantly.
“I saw something today.” Silco began, his pen scraping lightly against the paperwork.
“And that is?” Sevika’s voice was gruff, low, exhausted. Ready to clock out for the day.
“A pickpocket down at the markets.”
Sevika raised her eyebrows, likely in annoyance from the seemingly pointless small talk, spreading her legs to sit more comfortably. “And?”
Silco could sense her irritation without even glancing at her. “She was good. Excellent escape, I thought. Rather impressive. She appears to know the streets all.”
“Alright.” It was clear from her tone and expression that Sevika was already bored of the conversation. She sat up, ready to leave the couch, until Silco’s voice stopped her.
“I want her. On the team. Find her.” He stared straight into Sevika’s eyes.
Sevika dropped back down onto the couch again, rubbing a temple. “And why the fuck would we need a pickpocket?” Sevika scoffed, shaking her head, almost disappointed.
“Why wouldn’t we, Sevika?” Silco began, “Surely you can see the benefits of a woman who’s nimble with her hands and a quick escape.”
“Ran’s nimble.”
“Yes, but I was thinking we need more of a… feminine influence in our mission. Someone who will be good with the men we trade with.”
“So a fucking trophy.”
“Men are a lot calmer around a pretty face, you know that Sevika.”
“Fuck- fine.” Sevika groaned. Another fucking job to do on her check list. “Give me a description at least.”
After a thorough description from Silco, Sevika had you carefully noted in her head. She’d find you if she must. How? That was the question.
“Can’t be that hard to find a fucking pickpocket…” She muttered under her breath, striding out of Silco’s office.
Sevika made her way down the staircase and out of the bar swiftly, her flesh arm moving to pull her cape tighter when Zaun’s evening breeze hit her harder than expected.