#mischicfd

wren frowned. "wait, you've heard of kids being taken away? i thought that was only when the families couldn't provide for them or were abusive." wren told her. in this day and age, anything could change on a dime. freedoms changed every hour it seemed and nothing was ever too odd. "look, i don't think that they're all going to round up all the kids and put them in camps. that just... wouldn't make sense, logistically. it's way cheaper for the state to have us raise our own, i'd think...?" wren reasoned out loud and wondered what her arguments would be. "but whatever the case may be if we don't comply... we'll go to prison, no doubt about that..."

another night, another heist. only this time, it wasn't really— it was a pre-heist, a mutually-agreed-on plan to spend extra time staking out their next target location before fully committing to the action. they had come far too close to being caught last time, and given the higher stakes — the smaller team — it only seemed sensible to ensure preparedness.

only aiden wasn't entirely sure how to achieve it. like before, he deferred to his partner, the very same one he'd gotten stuck in a junky motel room for hours before the coast was clear. this time, they found themselves in an alleyway, the only light from an old lamppost hundreds of metres away.

"mads," he called out, his view obstructed by the piles of trash he was crouched behind. "mads, you there?"