#mctavish

Based on another great comment on this concept post by @sam-winchesters-lost-shoe (great name btw, really brings me back to my SPN phase).

Cw: Crime (duh), me trying my hand at writing a Scot accent (it’s bad, sorry), I am sexualizing Gaz and he just has to live with that, vague Cliff hanger that I felt the need to add, This isn't Yandere, but still MDNI

“So…you’re being serious?” You ask incredulously as you follow after Kyle as he popped open the first two buttons of his shirt, revealing his smooth chest - course he’d be the kind of shave his chest hair. Or did he use wax? Maybe you’ll need to ask him for his routine one day. Wait, off-topic. Not why you’re here.

“Aye, ye doubt our skill sae we figured we’d give ye a life presentation, Bonnie,” Soap - johnny - said through the comm in your ear.

“Well, yeah, but why in this…office building? I figured you guys were more the, I don’t know, back and jeweler thieve type?” You reply, trying to ignore how silly you felt talking out loud to someone miles away.

“We’ve got some…business with one of the offices here. Don’t mind that, doll. See it as a little show,” another, gruffer voice, Price’s, replies and you decide to try and figure out what exact *business* they could have with some random office later. For now, you’d take them up on the offer of said show. You turn to Kyle who’s still walking besides you, his hair somehow untouched by the wind.

“So, Si- Ghost gets in while you distract the reception?” You prompt, looking towards the taller man behind you, dressed in a sharp, well fitting suit. Must be custom made, you think, no way they carry that size outright.

“Yes, exactly,” Kyle agrees with a broad, self assured grin.

“And what exactly am I supposed to do? It’ll be more than a little suspicious if I just stand in the lobby watching. Why exactly didn’t you let me stay in the van with Soap?” You ask the obvious question, once more, since they’ve been refusing to answer since explaining the rough outline of the plan to you.

“Ye get to see ours, we figur’ we should be able tae see yers,” the Scott’s voice echoes through your ear and you can practically hear his smug grin. You suppress a scoff and raise an eyebrow at no one in particular.

“Street goes both ways,” a deep voice says and you almost flinch as you turn towards Simon, who - as you just now realized - hasn’t said a single word since you met him. As such, being completely stunned by him speaking, you forget your earlier ire. Suppose it makes sense, your internal voice says to itself, I wanted to see their capabilities so they have the right to see mine.

“Fine…let’s say I agree and don’t just back out here and now, what will you have me do?” You ask, keeping your voice stable from years of training.

“Ghost’ll need an ID card for the elevator. You’ll get him one, your choice how to,” Price reveals from wherever the smug bastard was stationed, overlooking everything like some micro managing asshole, and then he adds, “And you won’t back down - we both know that - you’re too curious.”

You almost pout as you have to admit that he was right. No matter how often you tell yourself that you’re done, that your days of thievery and forgery are over, the excitement, the tingle in your fingers, just doesn’t disappear. So fine, you’d do it, after you’d decide if you’d join their so-called great coup. One last job, that’s how Price had enticed it to you. The promised pay out also didn't hurt, turns out that trying to live your life on the straight and narrow didn't pay well, like at all.

"Fine," you mumble and look around, you find an overflowing trashcan in an alley just besides the office building the three of you were walking towards, "wait for a moment, I'll be right back." You hurry over, find a midsized package - luckily already addressed to some worker in the building - fill it with whatever not straight up disgusting trash you found to make it have some weight and then used the roll of tape you used as a bracelet (old habits die hard and good tape was surprisingly helpful during crimes) to tape the package shut again.

Kyle and Simon watch what you're doing with interest, both of them lose sight of you for just about ten seconds as a van stops in front of the building, right in the line of sight, but when you come back into view, you have a courier bag slung over your shoulder, a red cap on your head and a pair of sporty sunglasses balanced on the brim of said cap.

"Where did you-" Kyle tries to ask, but you hush him. You were full in mode now, eyes zeroed in on a possible target.

"Hush-" you quiet him as you ready yourself, "Leave some space between my entrance and yours, Ghost, I'll pass you the ID as I leave the building. Be ready, I won't stop walking or anything, you'll need to be able to take the card at a moments notice." Without letting them react to your instructions, you hurry off towards the building and enter.

Through the window, they see as you hurry through the lobby and walk straight into a suit wearing business man (a young one who hadn't been paying attention in favor of his phone). You stumble over, doing your best to save the package from falling, and the worker seemingly curses you out as he continues walking. But Simon and Kyle were aware enough to see the small smirk on your face. Kyle decides that it's his time to follow you as you approach the reception and hand them the package before turning and heading to the exit.

When you pass by Kyle, you don't even look at him. To everyone else, it would seem like a random courier passing by a random man, both with no idea of who the other was. A chance encounter that couldn't even be called an encounter with how quick it was over. The hand off was just as quick, you're passing through the exit door as Simon is entering, and in a move so fast that it was barely noticeable to even those who might have been paying attention, Simon's hand graces your as he takes the ID-Card from yours.

Afterwards it was your turn to watch inconspicuously through the windowed wall, meanwhile pretending you were arguing with an imaginary boss on your phone. In one of the pauses between your talking, Soap chimed up again. "That was great work, Bon, if I hadn't watched ye, I wouldn't have ken ye were doin' anything wrong." You do your best not to blush at those words, knowing that he probably still had cameras on you somewhere.

Instead, you watch as Kyle goes all out in flirting with the two women at the reception. The counter was placed right in front and a little to the left of the elevator. Simon could've probably gotten in and out with just the ID-Card, but if the lost property (whatever that was) got noticed, it wasn't impossible that the receptionists would remember the unknown, tall as a wall and just as built, guy that only came in on the day of the theft. As such, it was Kyle's turn to shine. And shine he did. You really needed to ask him about his routine...did he oil his chest for this?

The receptionists are none the wiser as Simon gets to the elevator, gets inside, uses the ID-Card to access whatever level he needed to get to, and disappears from view as the elevator doors close.

Five minutes. That's how long it takes for Simon to get to where he needed to go, get whatever it was you had came here for, and make it back down to the lobby and out of the building. Meanwhile, not a single word was said on his part, only Kyle's flirting filled and your imaginary fight with an imaginary boss fill the silence of the comms.

You wait just long enough to hear Kyle finish his flirting conversation before following in the same direction Simon had walked to immediately after walking out of the building - back to the Van parked just around the corner. Time to find out what exactly it was you went through all this trouble for...

[As you climb into the back of the Van where Soap was waiting with a cheeky grin, you have no idea of the figure standing just a few dozen feets away, watching...waiting...]

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