( @mischicfd )
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?"
