Master Thief

@mcsterthief​ sent :  “ i trust you with my life. ”

                 “then trust i’m gonna get us outta this one.” he knew she did. or parker wouldn’t have said it to begin with. she’s his job for the moment. getting her and hardison out are his number one priority. this is his specialty. “gimme ten minutes. take the earbud out til then. you understand?” with the amount of people between him and his people, eliot knew it was going to get messy. bad messy. he was going to have to flex muscles he hadn’t flexed in a long time. and it was always going to be worth it. for them. “ten minutes. i’m comin’ for yah.” and he always would. til his dying day.

          “No, he’s always been somewhat cryptic like that.” She can’t help the food smile that tilts the corners of her lips upward. She still finds that about him somewhat endearing. “But yes, sometimes it would be easier if he just got to the point.”

@mcsterthief​ ;; maggie for parker ;; starter call

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                    Locking pick had definitely come in handy when she was growing up, and she could certainly see the appeal in passing the tricks on to someone else, having a protege or something, just as her father had in her. “Getting out of cuffs? You been arrested many times?”

               “  Once  or  twice.  Usually  they  never  get  me  into  the  actual  police  station.  Plus,  police  handcuffs  are  some  of  the  easiest  to  pick.  Most  of  them  even  use  a  universal  key  in  case  one’s  lost,  so  as  long  as  you  keep  one  of  those  on  you  at  all  times  you’re  pretty  much  good  to  go.  ” Honestly  it  was  kind  of  laughable  how  poorly  their  measures  to  keep  people  in  were.

                      “What exactly have you been teaching them?” Sure, she’d been conning as a kid, but that was because of her father, and years of learning.

               “  Well  usually  I  start  with  the  basics.  Like  picking  locks,  and  getting  out  of  handcuffs.  ”  The  kind  of  things  Artie  had  taught  her  after  he  had  taken  her  in.  She  wouldn’t  start  them  off  with  lasers  -  unless  they  wanted  to.

              “I’m standing right here.”

@talesspin​ for maggie

          she  had  been  this  close  to  blowing  her  cover  when  seeing  maggie  show  up,  the  only  thing  keeping  her  from  squealing  the  other  blondes  name  being  eliot  in  her  ear.  thankfully  she  didn’t  seem  to  have  noticed  parker,  and  she  had  been  able  to  continue  her  conversation  with  the  museum  director  about  giving  them  a  few  of  her  pieces  to  show  in  their  museum.  however  now  he  was  waving  maggie  over,  and  she  had  to  make  a  quick  decision  on  whether  to  bail  on  the  con  or  keep  trying  to  go  for  it.  

          “  miss  collins,  i’d  like  to  introduce  you  to  alice  white.  she’s  thinking  of  donating  some  of  her  pieces  to  our  museum.  ”

   his heart still had yet to find its way back into his chest. hardison had never been the bravest in the school yard- adrenaline was only fun in the comfort of his seat, before a glowing screen as eyes ran crimson with exhaustion. thrill forms only under fingertips and pulling in clutch. and yet, parker seems so determined misunderstand what he had meant by clutch. it certainly had less to do with white knuckles wrapped around his harness, clutching to his wits, his bowels, and his heart as they dived, through the sky and the atmosphere.   “ if humans were meant to fly, we would’ve! ” he’s just cranky: none of this was natural, and his throat was sore from all the yelling. “ look woman, evolution’s a real nifty thing. ” 

          she  had  to  pause  for  a  moment,  brows  furrowing  slightly.  the  building  hadn’t  actually  been  that  high,  in  her  opinion.  just  about  ten  stories.  “  but  hardison,  airplanes  exist.  you  don’t  seem  to  mind  them.”  then  again,  maybe  she  couldn’t  understand  not  feeling  a  rush  of  excitement  at  falling  through  the  sky  with  only  a  harness  to  keep  you  from  splattering  on  the  ground.  artie  had  taught  her  how  to  master  any  fear  she  might  have  had  anyways,  that  she  could  always  get  herself  out  of  a  situation.  “  i  don’t  think  wings  are  really  what  humans  need  anyways.  ”

“definitely. you can definitely punch hardison.”

@multiversal​  sent:  “  your vote of confidence is overwhelming.  ” (eliot)

“i’d watch hardison get punched.”