the clock was always ticking down to when he’d get in trouble again. sometimes, he could stay out of it for weeks, but rarely it was that long. a reason to why he was digging into information again – anything about his past. so, a simple job like breaking into a very specific safe-deposit box wasn’t exactly a big deal in his mind.
all he had to do was stay until after the place closed, find the specific area, and then retrieve what was rightfully his. it sounded simple – or rather, it did sound simple hours ago, but now he’d been caught, and while he wasn’t in the mood to fight… that didn’t mean he wouldn’t. not when everything was so close to being in his grasp. truth be told… he could taste it, but then again… he’d had the same feeling before and been vasty disappointed.

“to be quite fair,” he said bluntly, hand sliding into the back pockets of his jeans, “I didn’t think you’d show up this quickly – in the area?”
