Asher 'Fome' Sweetly.

It was a silent night. And Asher Sweetly was taking advantage of it.

Asher quickly set down their pen, raising their hands in the air. They had to at least act scared, even if a gun pointed to them wasn't all that serious to them.

“Who?” Curt raised an eyebrow. He wasn’t familiar with the people in this town. Not that he cared. He wasn’t going to linger long. He stepped closer, gun still pointed.

Asher shook their head. "These files have to be tampered with. I'm the only one who can get away with it," they spoke in a hushed tone, their hand reaching for a small pistol on the desk behind them.

Curt shoots, but not at Asher. It’s aimed to where their hand had been heading. A warning shot.

"..."

Curt didn’t flinch or run, rather aiming at Asher again. With a steady hand, he aims and shoots twice. Nothing fatal, but aimed for the back of their legs.

Asher quickly jumped. Typical. Everyone always aimed for their legs.

Worth a shot. Curt tucked the gun away, continuing to follow. The stairs are fine, he’s physically fit so he gets through them with ease. Once on the second floor, he glanced around. He didn’t need the kid, so he doesn’t bother looking for them.

Asher hid under the desk, listening for the man's footsteps. When the coast was clear, they climbed out.

Descending down the stairs, he’s returning to the original room. Moving around to peek at some of the desk drawers, then some of the filing cabinets.. He managed to find a few, but not all of it. His eyes stare down at the now small amount of manilla folders he held. He knew it wasn’t everything, after all.

From the third floor, Asher grabbed a lighter. This should destroy the files for good, they thought.

Curt’s finishing up his search of the place, eyes blinking at the lack of files. He held the ones he could find, close to his chest. He then made his way back to the stairwell.. When he sees the kid holding a now-burning fire up on third floor. By the stairwell.

Asher looked behind them. Shit.

“You’ll burn down the damn place!” Curt exclaimed once more. He couldn’t care if the files ended up not in his hands, if it meant the place didn’t burn down. His ass would be handed to him if that went horribly. It was supposed to be simple!

"No. I'm just gonna burn the files. Then I'll get outta your fur," Asher held the pages higher in the air along with the lighter below it.

“What’s your issues?” Curt finally got up the top of the stairs, breathless. He didn’t stop running, going straight for the guy.

Asher quickly dodged, though they nearly tripped over their laces in the process.

“I need those, idiot! Just don’t burn them!” Curt replied, scrambling to get back up and look competent again. “I was going to take them and just— Rid of them. I guess. You’d never see them again. I promise.” He offered.

“Because I need them for something first!” Curt interrupted. “I need to do something with them first and then I’ll rid of them, okay?” He sighed.

"So you're probably a spy then," Asher pointed to the man. "I'm glad you're not Officer Bailey."

“I’m not a spy. For all you know I could be a private investigator.” He didn’t even know why the kid was so insistent. Curt didn’t even say anything close that could imply he’s a spy!.. That he’s noticed. “And who is this Officer Bailey guy, anyway?”

Asher squinted. "And for all I know you could be lying," they muttered. "I'm pretty sure I've seen you in the papers before."

“The papers..?” Curt’s not sure he’s gotten caught on the job before. So, maybe the other’s getting confused once more. How bad is this kid’s memory? Or facial recognition? “I’m not a liar. But, believe what you want.”

"I guess. Some big speech you did at a bar, or something... Agent Mega was what I remembered hearing," Asher murmured.

It was a silent night. And Asher Sweetly was taking advantage of it.

Asher quickly set down their pen, raising their hands in the air. They had to at least act scared, even if a gun pointed to them wasn't all that serious to them.

“Who?” Curt raised an eyebrow. He wasn’t familiar with the people in this town. Not that he cared. He wasn’t going to linger long. He stepped closer, gun still pointed.

Asher shook their head. "These files have to be tampered with. I'm the only one who can get away with it," they spoke in a hushed tone, their hand reaching for a small pistol on the desk behind them.

Curt shoots, but not at Asher. It’s aimed to where their hand had been heading. A warning shot.

"..."

Curt didn’t flinch or run, rather aiming at Asher again. With a steady hand, he aims and shoots twice. Nothing fatal, but aimed for the back of their legs.

Asher quickly jumped. Typical. Everyone always aimed for their legs.

Worth a shot. Curt tucked the gun away, continuing to follow. The stairs are fine, he’s physically fit so he gets through them with ease. Once on the second floor, he glanced around. He didn’t need the kid, so he doesn’t bother looking for them.

Asher hid under the desk, listening for the man's footsteps. When the coast was clear, they climbed out.

Descending down the stairs, he’s returning to the original room. Moving around to peek at some of the desk drawers, then some of the filing cabinets.. He managed to find a few, but not all of it. His eyes stare down at the now small amount of manilla folders he held. He knew it wasn’t everything, after all.

From the third floor, Asher grabbed a lighter. This should destroy the files for good, they thought.

Curt’s finishing up his search of the place, eyes blinking at the lack of files. He held the ones he could find, close to his chest. He then made his way back to the stairwell.. When he sees the kid holding a now-burning fire up on third floor. By the stairwell.

Asher looked behind them. Shit.

“You’ll burn down the damn place!” Curt exclaimed once more. He couldn’t care if the files ended up not in his hands, if it meant the place didn’t burn down. His ass would be handed to him if that went horribly. It was supposed to be simple!

"No. I'm just gonna burn the files. Then I'll get outta your fur," Asher held the pages higher in the air along with the lighter below it.

“What’s your issues?” Curt finally got up the top of the stairs, breathless. He didn’t stop running, going straight for the guy.

Asher quickly dodged, though they nearly tripped over their laces in the process.

“I need those, idiot! Just don’t burn them!” Curt replied, scrambling to get back up and look competent again. “I was going to take them and just— Rid of them. I guess. You’d never see them again. I promise.” He offered.

“Because I need them for something first!” Curt interrupted. “I need to do something with them first and then I’ll rid of them, okay?” He sighed.

"So you're probably a spy then," Asher pointed to the man. "I'm glad you're not Officer Bailey."

“I’m not a spy. For all you know I could be a private investigator.” He didn’t even know why the kid was so insistent. Curt didn’t even say anything close that could imply he’s a spy!.. That he’s noticed. “And who is this Officer Bailey guy, anyway?”

Asher squinted. "And for all I know you could be lying," they muttered. "I'm pretty sure I've seen you in the papers before."

It was a silent night. And Asher Sweetly was taking advantage of it.

Asher quickly set down their pen, raising their hands in the air. They had to at least act scared, even if a gun pointed to them wasn't all that serious to them.

“Who?” Curt raised an eyebrow. He wasn’t familiar with the people in this town. Not that he cared. He wasn’t going to linger long. He stepped closer, gun still pointed.

Asher shook their head. "These files have to be tampered with. I'm the only one who can get away with it," they spoke in a hushed tone, their hand reaching for a small pistol on the desk behind them.

Curt shoots, but not at Asher. It’s aimed to where their hand had been heading. A warning shot.

"..."

Curt didn’t flinch or run, rather aiming at Asher again. With a steady hand, he aims and shoots twice. Nothing fatal, but aimed for the back of their legs.

Asher quickly jumped. Typical. Everyone always aimed for their legs.

Worth a shot. Curt tucked the gun away, continuing to follow. The stairs are fine, he’s physically fit so he gets through them with ease. Once on the second floor, he glanced around. He didn’t need the kid, so he doesn’t bother looking for them.

Asher hid under the desk, listening for the man's footsteps. When the coast was clear, they climbed out.

Descending down the stairs, he’s returning to the original room. Moving around to peek at some of the desk drawers, then some of the filing cabinets.. He managed to find a few, but not all of it. His eyes stare down at the now small amount of manilla folders he held. He knew it wasn’t everything, after all.

From the third floor, Asher grabbed a lighter. This should destroy the files for good, they thought.

Curt’s finishing up his search of the place, eyes blinking at the lack of files. He held the ones he could find, close to his chest. He then made his way back to the stairwell.. When he sees the kid holding a now-burning fire up on third floor. By the stairwell.

Asher looked behind them. Shit.

“You’ll burn down the damn place!” Curt exclaimed once more. He couldn’t care if the files ended up not in his hands, if it meant the place didn’t burn down. His ass would be handed to him if that went horribly. It was supposed to be simple!

"No. I'm just gonna burn the files. Then I'll get outta your fur," Asher held the pages higher in the air along with the lighter below it.

“What’s your issues?” Curt finally got up the top of the stairs, breathless. He didn’t stop running, going straight for the guy.

Asher quickly dodged, though they nearly tripped over their laces in the process.

“I need those, idiot! Just don’t burn them!” Curt replied, scrambling to get back up and look competent again. “I was going to take them and just— Rid of them. I guess. You’d never see them again. I promise.” He offered.

“Because I need them for something first!” Curt interrupted. “I need to do something with them first and then I’ll rid of them, okay?” He sighed.

"So you're probably a spy then," Asher pointed to the man. "I'm glad you're not Officer Bailey."

It was a silent night. And Asher Sweetly was taking advantage of it.

Asher quickly set down their pen, raising their hands in the air. They had to at least act scared, even if a gun pointed to them wasn't all that serious to them.

“Who?” Curt raised an eyebrow. He wasn’t familiar with the people in this town. Not that he cared. He wasn’t going to linger long. He stepped closer, gun still pointed.

Asher shook their head. "These files have to be tampered with. I'm the only one who can get away with it," they spoke in a hushed tone, their hand reaching for a small pistol on the desk behind them.

Curt shoots, but not at Asher. It’s aimed to where their hand had been heading. A warning shot.

"..."

Curt didn’t flinch or run, rather aiming at Asher again. With a steady hand, he aims and shoots twice. Nothing fatal, but aimed for the back of their legs.

Asher quickly jumped. Typical. Everyone always aimed for their legs.

Worth a shot. Curt tucked the gun away, continuing to follow. The stairs are fine, he’s physically fit so he gets through them with ease. Once on the second floor, he glanced around. He didn’t need the kid, so he doesn’t bother looking for them.

Asher hid under the desk, listening for the man's footsteps. When the coast was clear, they climbed out.

Descending down the stairs, he’s returning to the original room. Moving around to peek at some of the desk drawers, then some of the filing cabinets.. He managed to find a few, but not all of it. His eyes stare down at the now small amount of manilla folders he held. He knew it wasn’t everything, after all.

From the third floor, Asher grabbed a lighter. This should destroy the files for good, they thought.

Curt’s finishing up his search of the place, eyes blinking at the lack of files. He held the ones he could find, close to his chest. He then made his way back to the stairwell.. When he sees the kid holding a now-burning fire up on third floor. By the stairwell.

Asher looked behind them. Shit.

“You’ll burn down the damn place!” Curt exclaimed once more. He couldn’t care if the files ended up not in his hands, if it meant the place didn’t burn down. His ass would be handed to him if that went horribly. It was supposed to be simple!

"No. I'm just gonna burn the files. Then I'll get outta your fur," Asher held the pages higher in the air along with the lighter below it.

“What’s your issues?” Curt finally got up the top of the stairs, breathless. He didn’t stop running, going straight for the guy.

Asher quickly dodged, though they nearly tripped over their laces in the process.

“I need those, idiot! Just don’t burn them!” Curt replied, scrambling to get back up and look competent again. “I was going to take them and just— Rid of them. I guess. You’d never see them again. I promise.” He offered.

It was a silent night. And Asher Sweetly was taking advantage of it.

Asher quickly set down their pen, raising their hands in the air. They had to at least act scared, even if a gun pointed to them wasn't all that serious to them.

“Who?” Curt raised an eyebrow. He wasn’t familiar with the people in this town. Not that he cared. He wasn’t going to linger long. He stepped closer, gun still pointed.

Asher shook their head. "These files have to be tampered with. I'm the only one who can get away with it," they spoke in a hushed tone, their hand reaching for a small pistol on the desk behind them.

Curt shoots, but not at Asher. It’s aimed to where their hand had been heading. A warning shot.

"..."

Curt didn’t flinch or run, rather aiming at Asher again. With a steady hand, he aims and shoots twice. Nothing fatal, but aimed for the back of their legs.

Asher quickly jumped. Typical. Everyone always aimed for their legs.

Worth a shot. Curt tucked the gun away, continuing to follow. The stairs are fine, he’s physically fit so he gets through them with ease. Once on the second floor, he glanced around. He didn’t need the kid, so he doesn’t bother looking for them.

Asher hid under the desk, listening for the man's footsteps. When the coast was clear, they climbed out.

Descending down the stairs, he’s returning to the original room. Moving around to peek at some of the desk drawers, then some of the filing cabinets.. He managed to find a few, but not all of it. His eyes stare down at the now small amount of manilla folders he held. He knew it wasn’t everything, after all.

From the third floor, Asher grabbed a lighter. This should destroy the files for good, they thought.

Curt’s finishing up his search of the place, eyes blinking at the lack of files. He held the ones he could find, close to his chest. He then made his way back to the stairwell.. When he sees the kid holding a now-burning fire up on third floor. By the stairwell.

Asher looked behind them. Shit.

“You’ll burn down the damn place!” Curt exclaimed once more. He couldn’t care if the files ended up not in his hands, if it meant the place didn’t burn down. His ass would be handed to him if that went horribly. It was supposed to be simple!

"No. I'm just gonna burn the files. Then I'll get outta your fur," Asher held the pages higher in the air along with the lighter below it.

“What’s your issues?” Curt finally got up the top of the stairs, breathless. He didn’t stop running, going straight for the guy.

Asher quickly dodged, though they nearly tripped over their laces in the process.

It was a silent night. And Asher Sweetly was taking advantage of it.

Asher quickly set down their pen, raising their hands in the air. They had to at least act scared, even if a gun pointed to them wasn't all that serious to them.

“Who?” Curt raised an eyebrow. He wasn’t familiar with the people in this town. Not that he cared. He wasn’t going to linger long. He stepped closer, gun still pointed.

Asher shook their head. "These files have to be tampered with. I'm the only one who can get away with it," they spoke in a hushed tone, their hand reaching for a small pistol on the desk behind them.

Curt shoots, but not at Asher. It’s aimed to where their hand had been heading. A warning shot.

"..."

Curt didn’t flinch or run, rather aiming at Asher again. With a steady hand, he aims and shoots twice. Nothing fatal, but aimed for the back of their legs.

Asher quickly jumped. Typical. Everyone always aimed for their legs.

Worth a shot. Curt tucked the gun away, continuing to follow. The stairs are fine, he’s physically fit so he gets through them with ease. Once on the second floor, he glanced around. He didn’t need the kid, so he doesn’t bother looking for them.

Asher hid under the desk, listening for the man's footsteps. When the coast was clear, they climbed out.

Descending down the stairs, he’s returning to the original room. Moving around to peek at some of the desk drawers, then some of the filing cabinets.. He managed to find a few, but not all of it. His eyes stare down at the now small amount of manilla folders he held. He knew it wasn’t everything, after all.

From the third floor, Asher grabbed a lighter. This should destroy the files for good, they thought.

Curt’s finishing up his search of the place, eyes blinking at the lack of files. He held the ones he could find, close to his chest. He then made his way back to the stairwell.. When he sees the kid holding a now-burning fire up on third floor. By the stairwell.

Asher looked behind them. Shit.

“You’ll burn down the damn place!” Curt exclaimed once more. He couldn’t care if the files ended up not in his hands, if it meant the place didn’t burn down. His ass would be handed to him if that went horribly. It was supposed to be simple!

"No. I'm just gonna burn the files. Then I'll get outta your fur," Asher held the pages higher in the air along with the lighter below it.

It was a silent night. And Asher Sweetly was taking advantage of it.

Asher quickly set down their pen, raising their hands in the air. They had to at least act scared, even if a gun pointed to them wasn't all that serious to them.

“Who?” Curt raised an eyebrow. He wasn’t familiar with the people in this town. Not that he cared. He wasn’t going to linger long. He stepped closer, gun still pointed.

Asher shook their head. "These files have to be tampered with. I'm the only one who can get away with it," they spoke in a hushed tone, their hand reaching for a small pistol on the desk behind them.

Curt shoots, but not at Asher. It’s aimed to where their hand had been heading. A warning shot.

"..."

Curt didn’t flinch or run, rather aiming at Asher again. With a steady hand, he aims and shoots twice. Nothing fatal, but aimed for the back of their legs.

Asher quickly jumped. Typical. Everyone always aimed for their legs.

Worth a shot. Curt tucked the gun away, continuing to follow. The stairs are fine, he’s physically fit so he gets through them with ease. Once on the second floor, he glanced around. He didn’t need the kid, so he doesn’t bother looking for them.

Asher hid under the desk, listening for the man's footsteps. When the coast was clear, they climbed out.

Descending down the stairs, he’s returning to the original room. Moving around to peek at some of the desk drawers, then some of the filing cabinets.. He managed to find a few, but not all of it. His eyes stare down at the now small amount of manilla folders he held. He knew it wasn’t everything, after all.

From the third floor, Asher grabbed a lighter. This should destroy the files for good, they thought.

Curt’s finishing up his search of the place, eyes blinking at the lack of files. He held the ones he could find, close to his chest. He then made his way back to the stairwell.. When he sees the kid holding a now-burning fire up on third floor. By the stairwell.

Asher looked behind them. Shit.

It was a silent night. And Asher Sweetly was taking advantage of it.

Asher quickly set down their pen, raising their hands in the air. They had to at least act scared, even if a gun pointed to them wasn't all that serious to them.

“Who?” Curt raised an eyebrow. He wasn’t familiar with the people in this town. Not that he cared. He wasn’t going to linger long. He stepped closer, gun still pointed.

Asher shook their head. "These files have to be tampered with. I'm the only one who can get away with it," they spoke in a hushed tone, their hand reaching for a small pistol on the desk behind them.

Curt shoots, but not at Asher. It’s aimed to where their hand had been heading. A warning shot.

"..."

Curt didn’t flinch or run, rather aiming at Asher again. With a steady hand, he aims and shoots twice. Nothing fatal, but aimed for the back of their legs.

Asher quickly jumped. Typical. Everyone always aimed for their legs.

Worth a shot. Curt tucked the gun away, continuing to follow. The stairs are fine, he’s physically fit so he gets through them with ease. Once on the second floor, he glanced around. He didn’t need the kid, so he doesn’t bother looking for them.

Asher hid under the desk, listening for the man's footsteps. When the coast was clear, they climbed out.

Descending down the stairs, he’s returning to the original room. Moving around to peek at some of the desk drawers, then some of the filing cabinets.. He managed to find a few, but not all of it. His eyes stare down at the now small amount of manilla folders he held. He knew it wasn’t everything, after all.

From the third floor, Asher grabbed a lighter. This should destroy the files for good, they thought.

It was a silent night. And Asher Sweetly was taking advantage of it.

Asher quickly set down their pen, raising their hands in the air. They had to at least act scared, even if a gun pointed to them wasn't all that serious to them.

“Who?” Curt raised an eyebrow. He wasn’t familiar with the people in this town. Not that he cared. He wasn’t going to linger long. He stepped closer, gun still pointed.

Asher shook their head. "These files have to be tampered with. I'm the only one who can get away with it," they spoke in a hushed tone, their hand reaching for a small pistol on the desk behind them.

Curt shoots, but not at Asher. It’s aimed to where their hand had been heading. A warning shot.

"..."

Curt didn’t flinch or run, rather aiming at Asher again. With a steady hand, he aims and shoots twice. Nothing fatal, but aimed for the back of their legs.

Asher quickly jumped. Typical. Everyone always aimed for their legs.

Worth a shot. Curt tucked the gun away, continuing to follow. The stairs are fine, he’s physically fit so he gets through them with ease. Once on the second floor, he glanced around. He didn’t need the kid, so he doesn’t bother looking for them.

Asher hid under the desk, listening for the man's footsteps. When the coast was clear, they climbed out.

It was a silent night. And Asher Sweetly was taking advantage of it.

Asher quickly set down their pen, raising their hands in the air. They had to at least act scared, even if a gun pointed to them wasn't all that serious to them.

“Who?” Curt raised an eyebrow. He wasn’t familiar with the people in this town. Not that he cared. He wasn’t going to linger long. He stepped closer, gun still pointed.

Asher shook their head. "These files have to be tampered with. I'm the only one who can get away with it," they spoke in a hushed tone, their hand reaching for a small pistol on the desk behind them.

Curt shoots, but not at Asher. It’s aimed to where their hand had been heading. A warning shot.

"..."

Curt didn’t flinch or run, rather aiming at Asher again. With a steady hand, he aims and shoots twice. Nothing fatal, but aimed for the back of their legs.

Asher quickly jumped. Typical. Everyone always aimed for their legs.

It was a silent night. And Asher Sweetly was taking advantage of it.

Asher quickly set down their pen, raising their hands in the air. They had to at least act scared, even if a gun pointed to them wasn't all that serious to them.

“Who?” Curt raised an eyebrow. He wasn’t familiar with the people in this town. Not that he cared. He wasn’t going to linger long. He stepped closer, gun still pointed.

Asher shook their head. "These files have to be tampered with. I'm the only one who can get away with it," they spoke in a hushed tone, their hand reaching for a small pistol on the desk behind them.

Curt shoots, but not at Asher. It’s aimed to where their hand had been heading. A warning shot.

"..."

It was a silent night. And Asher Sweetly was taking advantage of it.

Asher quickly set down their pen, raising their hands in the air. They had to at least act scared, even if a gun pointed to them wasn't all that serious to them.

“Who?” Curt raised an eyebrow. He wasn’t familiar with the people in this town. Not that he cared. He wasn’t going to linger long. He stepped closer, gun still pointed.

Asher shook their head. "These files have to be tampered with. I'm the only one who can get away with it," they spoke in a hushed tone, their hand reaching for a small pistol on the desk behind them.

It was a silent night. And Asher Sweetly was taking advantage of it.

Asher quickly set down their pen, raising their hands in the air. They had to at least act scared, even if a gun pointed to them wasn't all that serious to them.