#{alexa threads

A gloved hand instantly circled around the woman’s wrist with a bruising grip to remove it from her pocket. “Don’t,” came the only word of warning, simple and to the point. In truth, she was almost affronted. Did she really look like such an easy target for picking pockets? Her? It was almost rude and definitely insulting. The moment the woman’s hand was free from her pocket, Alexa released it and glared, her own hands now sliding casually into her pockets.

Gray eyes glanced into the darkened interior as she slid in and shut the window behind her while taking in the lavish surroundings, unsurprising considering the type of work he was involved in. A hand slid her gun from her holster and flipped the safety off as she moved forward in search of any signs of life in the apartment. Alexa slowly moved through the room and slipped around a corner, brows furrowing quietly as she spotted a shuffle of movement. But the other didn’t fit her description of the target in the least, which meant that something had gone wrong.

(Why didn’t I think to go two by two sooner?)

“I know, Lex, don’t worry about it. We’ll get them. Let’s just count ourselves lucky the family’s off fora few days, can you imagine trying to do this with everyone in the way?” Val snorted in amusement into the darkened halls on the inside of the manor, making no effort to hide his presence as he walked around. He doubted the knowledge of someone being in the house would scare their little thief off the job, they had apparently faced far more on their heists of other families’ valuables, but it was worth a shot. If they did show up he at least hoped they could handle things as nicely as possible, for Alexa’s sake if nothing else.

Alexa winced and stumbled. Her master insisted that she do this job on her own, without Val, and now she could feel the leftover wounds catching up to her. Thankfully, her clothes were dark so the blood didn’t show easily, and the late hour kept many off of the streets. On the other hand, she figured the bloodless pallor of her skin might be too much of a giveaway that something was wrong. Maybe there was something on one of their blades...It didn’t matter, all she had to do was get back, report the job as done, and then sleep it off. Another step and she stumbled and fell against someone. Shock coursed through her, she must have been out of it to not notice anyone nearby, and her hand instinctively moved towards a hidden knife. Before she reached the handle, however, a wave of dizziness rushed over her, and an ocean of darkness consumed her vision as she passed out.