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"DYAH!" Azulius shouted as he woke up, covered in sweat. He could only remember bits and pieces of the dream, but it was a strange dream indeed. He was back in the Mistral National Gallery, where his team did an art heist two years back. But it was different. The layout of the place was like a maze now, and in the central room was something different. El Diamante della Sol, the most expensive gemstone in history. Azzie was actually making plans for stealing it when he was arrested for his "taxes".

As they snuck past guards, the Gallery caught fire, everywhere at once. The crew vanished, and he was on his own. He knew he had only two choices: grab the Diamante before the flames took it, or run for the exit. If he took the gem, escape would be impossible, and his life would never be the same. But if he ran, who knew what opportunites he would lose?

The heister slowly got out of bed, his eyes surveying the room. This dream felt oddly prophetic, and he hated prophetic dreams; they were far too easy to misinterpret an fall into a trap for the stupid. But maybe it was just a stress response from the day. The ear massage, dealing with Mikey, meeting Reon, then getting abandoned by Lyko. That was plenty of stress to deal with, and Azzie didn't even have any bourbon to help. After silently pacing for a minute, he got back in bed, remembering to return the picture of his grandparents to its proper hiding place. Hopefully tomorrow would be a better day.