Youd think that having Templars swarming all over the city would be a bad night for thieves. Youd be wrong.
Oh, its bad for stealing from most places. , though? Its perfect for . I just wish Vita had been able to stay ho and guard the kiddos for Hiverock night. Ill just have to trust in Rowan's illusions and abandon the job if things get hot.
Oh, Vita. I hope shes not in over her head. Shes been growing so fast I hardly even noticed. I wish shed been around more no. I wish Id been around more. I could be doing so much more for these kids. Imagine if I could keep the damn profits from what I steal! Damn the Drakens.
Im getting the last of my gear in place when Rowan hops down the ladder.
You sure about this, Lyn? he asks.
Course I am! I answer, speeding over to peck him on the cheek. I let him grab out of the dash, enjoying the feeling of his arm around my waist.
Dont be? he asks, not letting go. Dont steal from the Templars, Lyn. You know Im negotiating a deal with them. This could
Fuck the Templars, Rowan, I growl back. Theyre not going to help you break our leashes, they just want to hold them. This is a job Id want to do even if I didnt have to.
Rowan scowls, though if hes trying not to look cute he is failing. I kiss him on the nose, wrapping my arms around him.
Its okay! I assure him. They wont even see . All the big hitters are going to be outside for Hiverock night. Its just and a line of small fry from here to the treasure. Itll be a clean sweep, Rowan.
When has it ever been a clean sweep? Rowan asks. Even if you sohow dont get spotted, theyre going to know its you.
How the heck would they know that? I protest.
Lyn, youre the only person in the city crazy enough to try and steal from the inner temple.
Correction! Im the only person beautiful and skilled enough to try and steal from the inner temple.
How does your beauty matter if youre not going to get spotted? Rowan deadpans.
Details! I dismiss, letting go of him. The islands coming soon, so the prettiest of all thieves must be on her way.
He snorts and shakes his head, unable to hide a smile.
Stay safe, mother of thieves, he taunts.
Right back at you, illusion daddy, I retort.
Nah, you heard Vita. Youre the mom, but Im explicitly not the dad.
I snort.
Yeah hon, maybe dont think too hard as to why shes so adamant about that. Toodles.
I shoot up the ladder, leaving him to wonder as to why hes not fatherly enough. What a cute idiot. Sharp as a dagger, but still an idiot. Damn, I love him.
Lyn! the kids cheer as I head up the ladder. I laugh, hugging each and every one of them.
You be good, Ronnie! Stay inside! Basra, dont be trying to pull Katies hair anymore, understand? Katie, apologize to Basra for hitting her. Norman, honey, dont put bugs in your mouth, okay? You could get a parasite.
Ronnie. Basra. Katie. Norman. Rafael. Jari. Dudel. Sonja. Angelien. Jarod. Larkin. Sylvi. Vita. For any of those nas, I would jump off the island without hesitation. My life, my hope, my joy. No matter when they ca to us, they beca one of us. Our family.
One day, the people holding them down will get whats coming to them. Today, however, Ill stay the good little thief, getting them what they want.
With my hugs given, Im out the door in a flash. Normally, Id take the rooftops to my destination, but on Hiverock night all eyes are on the skies. So I go low, flashing through alleyways and first-story windows, hugging the ground until I find a good place to pass into the sewers. As unfun as it is to muck through liquid piss and shit, Im used to it. I dont do this job to stay clean, and sewers get results. Easiest way to the inner city by far.
Shooting up out of the muck, I climb up into a little hidden alcove next to my target. Its nice and discrete, since none of the rich folk like seeing sewage workers walking around covered in shit. In a flash Im over the wall, running through alleyways rich enough that the trash is probably worth stealing in my district. This city is a fucking ss. I still dont know if Im making it better or worse. One way or another, though, Im going to make it better for and mine.
The inner city temple is a disturbing place. Twisting marble columns, engraved with tendrils reaching up to hold an ever-open eye at the top. As one walks to the front entrance, the stone eyes always seem to be staring right at you, no matter where you actually happen to be. Im not going to the front entrance, of course. Zipping past a couple guards in the courtyard, I make my way to a much smaller entrance in the back. The locks not hard to get open, and I dont sense any telltale tingles of magic that might alert soone Ive gone in. Thats probably reserved for the lower areas.
The inside of the building is more than a bit confusing, the hallways twisting almost like those freakish column carvings. I only spot one Templar as I explore around, though; just as I thought, almost all of them are on the streets tonight. It takes a while to get a ntal map of the place, but before long I find a door to what should be a stairwell down, with two Templars flanking either side of it. This looks promising!
Looks like Im not going to get through the job unseen, though. Ah, well. I double-check to make sure none of my bangs are peeking out from under my bandana thats always a pain in the ass when a fight breaks out and then I blitz out from behind a corner.
Halt! the Templar calls, raising his sword. You cant
I can and I will. Ti slows down for and only as my perceptions kick into overdrive. I feel a grin creep up my cheeks as I let my talent flow through . Ah, they both move so slow! Theyre barely even pointing those swords in the right direction! Hardly their fault, of course, since it was the right direction a blink ago. I draw only one dagger, leaving my other hand free to grab and twist the sword arm of one of the two mooks. I keep the world flowing at a leisurely pace as I carefully bring my dagger right up through the armpit gap in the armor, resting the blade exactly where it needs to go before letting my perceptions return to normal.
Hey, I say casually. Sword down, helt off, shut up. Nobody needs to get cut today, yeah?
To my pleasant surprise, the other Templar complies! Damn, that puts in an even better mood. Fuck the Church and all, but I dont want to leave a body count. I guess these guys know what a subclavian artery is. Street thugs, on the other hand, tend to be dumb and try to take by surprise. It doesnt work out for them.
I lift the visor of the guy I have a knife on, spritzing the inside of his nose with a dose of this wonderful stuff that knocks him out cold. I dont like the Drakens, but they do give fun toys. I dont know what this crap is, but it makes short work of the other guy as well, and I leave the two to enjoy snooze town. Theyll be fine in a few hours, if probably a bit stiff.
Down, down, down the stairs I go. Soone is eventually going to co across sleepy dee and sleepy dum, and Id like to not waste any of that dwindling ti. Down at the bottom, a hallway lined with locked doors opens before . I dont have the ti or the inclination to check them all, so I start with the big fancy door at the end of the hall.
I an, its where Id put a five-pound iron ingot.
I zip on over, unlocking that door as well. Id be surprised if theres no wards near this one, but its not a deal breaker if I trip them this late into the ga. I push the door open, casting my eyes into the room. It looks like an altar of so sort, the room being wide and open. There are so very fancy boxes on pedestals around the room, giving every reason to believe theres tal inside them. Another person stands at the far end of the chamber, dressed in white armor with red trim. A High Templar. Damn. I didnt think theyd keep any underground while Hiverock needs them overhead. Are the Templars not as scared of the bugn as they used to be?
The armored figure turns to face , and my danger sense screams bloody murder. Ah, well. At least itll be the fun kind of heist.
Well, well, the person behind the helt says, an amused older womans voice. If it isnt Lyn the tal Thief.
Thats what they call ! I cheerfully agree, strolling into the room. Say, speaking of, you wouldnt happen to know where I can find an iron ingot, would you? I heard you folks picked one up recently.
I know, the High Templar answers.
Aw, shit. Its a setup.
Okay, but, is it here though? I press, smiling. Cuz, you know, if Im in your hair I can just take it and
My hair stands on end as the air around charges with mana. Not on my position, but around it. Trying to capture ? Oh, Im going to make this bitch regret not going all out.
Rowan insists that my talent cant actually manipulate ti. It just speeds up my perception of ti, letting stretch bare instants into eternities. I dont move any faster than normal when its active, either; Im pretty damn fast, sure, but thats totally separate. My body is slowed down just like the rest of . It can get to speeds where Im stuck for what feels like hours waiting for my eyeballs to rotate. There doesnt seem to be an upper limit of how long I can use it, either. But thats about it. It doesnt make stronger, it doesnt make tougher, it doesnt let shoot lightning or bend the world to my whim. And. I. Love it! It is the best fucking talent a girl could ask for. Yes, that sentence goes both ways.
Before she can even think about completing her spell, Im moving. This lady feels like she can lt half the island, but unless she wants to lt her room full of priceless artifacts shes not going to hit . Seems like a dumb place to stage a fight on her part, but hey, Ill take it. Im out of her trap and moving towards her in an instant.
The ingot is actually here, right? I press, dodging half a dozen cages of fire as I blitz around the room. Im right, arent I? Its in the building at least.
What makes you say so? the mage asks wryly, lifting a wall of fire around the box I was about to check. Rude.
Its not the kind of bait you can forge, I answer. Er. Well, I an you can forge it, because its an ingot and thats what theyre for, but like, you cant eh, fuck, you know what I an.
Gathering my other talent in my arm because Im the fucking best I zip my hand into and out of the wall of flas, retrieving the box in question faster than a blink. I love that talent too. It makes this aweso pow! sound whenever I move that fast.
The mage seems startled that Id just reach into the flas. She probably thinks Im nuts, and shes right, but thats not why I did it. Ti perception, rember? I can tell if her fire is going to burn my hand on the way in and abort (or go faster) if I think it is. Two good talents that taste good together. Mmm-mmm!
Dodging another fla-cage, I peek into the box, seeing sothing shiny. Good enough. Its not heavy enough to be the ingot, but I can tell this mage is sandbagging and I just want to grab sothing and go before I get flambed. Why they sent a fucking thermomancer to try and capture , I have no idea. Why not a kineticist? Damn psychic assholes are way more of a pain in my ass than a fire-slinger ever could be.
Whatever, Ive been told more than once that its not my job to question shit. Im happy to maliciously comply with that. I pump power to my legs and burst towards the exit, cradling my stolen box. More spikes of mana around the area burst into flas, but at this point theyre so easy to dodge Im convinced shes not trying to stop from leaving.
Which actually kind of pisses off.
At the last second I hop onto the wall next to the doorway instead of heading out the door, shooting right back towards Mrs. Flahands. I want the box shes guarding, too, just to stick it to the damn Templar who thinks shes better than .
All around , I feel it. The movent of energy, the zones of power where heat will soon bloom into flas. Magic is so goddamn fancy. I never could figure out how it works, even though Rowan insists my talents are perfect for it. I dont like it, though. Never have. So I made sure Im good against it. Whoever this lady is, shes got raw power in spades. No matter how good her scissors can cut, though, Im the fastest fucking rock alive. After my talents awoke, Ive never once lost at rock paper scissors.
Cuz I cheat.
I toss the box with the tal artifact at her face, right through the path where shes trying to blast with a spell. While she wastes ti canceling her big fancy magic, I grab the box behind her and hell yes, this feels like five pounds then book it double-ti back out of the room. Peeking into the lid of the box on my way, and oh yeah, baby. Thats iron.
I toss so more random crap the Drakens gave , little balls that explode into puffs of smoke. Probably not worth a whole lot against a High Templar, but I lose nothing by burning them here. Then Im up the stairs and out my escape route, vaulting over anyone dumb enough to get in my way. Should have brought another speedster to tangle with Lyn, ya tentacle-worshipping fucks.
I cant help it. I let out a whooping cheer as I vault back over the outer walls that surround the inner city temple. Half a dozen people imdiately look over to , but who cares? Im Lyn the motherfucking tal thief, and I feel alive. Pretty soon Im back in the sewers, ho free.
Ah, this is the life! My heart is still pounding. I would have been scorched sothing fierce if I had made even one wrong move. Yet I dont make wrong moves. While everyone else is making snappy impulse decisions, I can take all the ti I want getting myself exactly where I want to be. Nothing gives a rush quite like dodging with a milliter to spare the look on peoples faces is priceless! If only Templars didnt wear helts. Just another reason they suck.
Important thing is that I got the goods, though. I drop it off at the usual spot and head above ground to find sowhere I can wash off. A bunch of hunters give odd looks as I walk past them, covered waist-down in shit, to use the water pump. I grin and wave.
Thanks for protecting the city, I tell them earnestly. Anything happen yet?
A little, but not much, maam. Um, were you cleaning the sewers on Hiverock night?
What, you think they dont clog just cuz were under attack?
That earns a few chuckles, but the more savvy ones of the group take one look at my armor and knives, drawing a likely much more accurate conclusion. They dont press it, though, looking back to the skies once more.
Five pounds of tal and no big attack? Damn, this was a good Hiverock night. I take my ti getting clean, enjoying the afterglow of a successful run and trying not to think too much about what the stuff Im stealing is used for.
As much as I hate the Templars, I really hope they booby trapped that ingot.
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