The Thief and The Heartbreaker

Description: Even for experienced Thief and Mobster, Love can throw a nich in any plan.

The Thief and The Heartbreaker

Chapter 1: Assignment
Dawn, the sun was just beginning to rise. The sun was a dark gold tint, the air of the sea coloring the sky something beautiful. Regda looked down toward his ticket to the next boat to Atlas. He was at the Vale docks, waiting for his ship to come into Port. His dufflebag was next to him, filled with the supplies he would need to pull off the assignment that his Stepfather Don Garrus had given him. Regda looked up, the wind blowing from the port rustling his hair and twitching his honeybadger ears. He could see a ship coming close to the dock for Atlas, but went back to looking to his ticket. Images of the meeting about the assignment flashed back to his mind, all from yesterday evening.

Regda was standing in front of his stepfather at his desk. His stepfather, Don Garrus, ran the robbery mob he worked in ever since its start. The mob had been always known for robbery of all social classes in the town. Garrus was the brains behind the idea of robbing with moderation, taking every now and then to avoid confrontation and when necessary, paying off the cops. Garrus turned in his chair, taking a file from a drawer and set it upon the table. “Regda, my son of 16 years of age. Do you have any idea why I’ve asked you to meet me this evening?” Garrus asked him, knowing his stepson was the brightest in his mob besides him. Regda could sense the personal touch Garrus had tonight, and could speak to him like a son. “Assuming that its just you and me in here father, I’m guessing its something personal or a secret assignment,” he said, addressing the personal sound in his father’s voice. Garrus smiled, knowing he was right in what he was about to do. “I called you in here,” he began, “Because if you haven’t noticed my health is starting to decline. As a result, I can’t personally go on an assignment that has been sent to me from Atlas.”

“Atlas? Quite a distance for a robbery is it not?” Regda questioned, seeing some foolery in being in a different country just for a job. Garrus looked at him, seeing his concern. “Its worth the risk for a such a payment. Especially with the target being something of such ease to rob,” Garrus stated, opening the file on his desk to show a picture of a necklace laced with rare dust gems. Regda placed his hands on the desk, and scanned the picture, seeing the detail of the crystals intertwined in the gold. “Such a piece should be worth quite a bit of lien,” he noted, but looked up to his father. “Are we in it for the necklace, or money for a handoff?”

“A handoff,” Garrus responded, showing the picture of the employer. “He’s paying us two million lein for getting him the necklace in tact, and that’s why you’re here. I need you to travel to Atlas and meet up with the employer. He’ll give you more details on the dropoff location and where you’ll be able to pick up the money. As for the details of where the necklace is held,” Garrus said as he handed over the file to Regda, then continued, “The details are in there along with your ticket.” Regda took the file and opened to some of the minor details, only being interrupted by Garrus’s voice, this time sounding fatherly. “I won’t be able to see you off in the morning, since your boat leaves at six tomorrow morning. So I’ll say my goodbye’s now.” He walked over to Regda, and put his arm around him. “As a father, I wish the best of luck and be careful. As your Don, I want nothing but success. Now, go pack your things and get some rest. Wake before five, and leave for the docks immediately,” Garrus said, hugging Regda with a fatherly embrace. “I will, I won’t let you down,” Regda replied, hugging back.

Regda flashed back to reality, seeing his boat to Atlas had arrived and was calling for those with tickets. He picked up his bag, making sure he had both his trust sidearms, Bonnie and Medea on his side.He walked to the boat, showing the deckman his roundway trip ticket. The deckman took a second, checking the ticket, then let Regda onboard. “Your cabin is number 2 Mr. Yenoh, we will call you when we have arrived at Atlas,” The man said,waving his hand as to let him on the boat. Regda walked across the deck, making his way to his cabin. This is quite the boat for travel to Atlas, I see why Garrus chose it as my way, Regda thought, noticing the fine woodwork and steady hull. He noticed not too many people were on board the ship, seeing only two or three people come up the stairway to the deck as he descended to his cabin. Eventually, Regda found the cabin with his number on it. He went inside to find the basic accommodations, along with a small bathroom for one. Throwing his stuff to the side, he sat on the bed and began to read through the files on the large jewelry store he’d be robbing. Regda pulled out his brown book from his trench coat, and started jotting down the necessary info from the files. From its location, to exactly what shift would be easiest to enact the robbery.

When he had taking the notes he wanted, he put away his book and the file, and took off his trench coat, armor, and boats, as well as his button up shirt to leave his tanktop. He felt the ship began to rock, meaning ruff waves. Regda shook it off and layed on his bed, hands crossed behind his head to rest. The faunas boy began to think, wondering what Atlas would be like, how they would see him as a faunas, and what twist this robbery may hold. He eventually drifted off, the sea shaking the boat just the right way.