Green - Part 1 (Patreon)

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Brynn didn't ask any questions; it was part of what made her such a good thief. As long as the payment cleared, she'd take whatever the message she received asked her to. A lot of her clients tried to give her backstory as to why they wanted the target, how it really belonged to them anyway, so it wasn't even really stealing... She didn't care about any of that.

It was almost refreshing to receive an order that didn't include any of that, just a pair of addresses - where to do the job, and where to drop the goods off afterwards - a picture of the object she was meant to take, and a time and date. There was something about the day - March the seventeenth - that seemed familiar to her, but it didn't bother her enough to figure out what was special about it, or why she should care. Even if she had, she probably wouldn't have done anything different...

In reality, her outfit was probably a little impractical, and not the best thing to wear on jobs, but that was part of its appeal to her... The cops didn't have a chance of catching her, so why not have some fun with it? She'd started out with a more traditional catsuit, then, as her skills had improved, evolved it, letting herself show more skin and adding some actual ears to it, even making sure to wear some nice, red lipstick. It was way more amusing to see pictures of herself from security cameras on the news in her new costume, and that's what was important to her.

When the day came, Brynn was ready to go, hoping that the professional tone of the message meant this would be a nice challenge. Instead, it was just a house... Nice, though not that large, not even big enough that she was certain it had a security system. It almost felt like a waste to have gotten into her full get-up for this... But she'd already gotten paid, and quite well, so she was going to do it anyway, of course.

Slipping in through the window was simple enough, and, while it wasn't always a good idea, she had a feeling that, this time around, she'd be fine; sure enough, there were no alerts sounding through the house, and she saw no indication that she'd tripped any sensors that could have sent out a silent alarm. She looked around, getting a bearing on where she was, then started her search.

It wasn't difficult at all... As far as she could tell, nobody else was in the house, and she didn't even hear the scurrying of pets' feet. She was, she was pretty sure, completely alone. There weren't all that many rooms in the house, so it was only a matter of time before she found what she'd been sent for, sitting under a glass dome on a plain looking shelf. 

In person, it seemed much smaller and less impressive than the photo had made it appear. The picture made it look like some ancient piece of art... Now, it was more like something a kid had made in their first pottery class, and was only on display because their parents wanted to make them feel special. The only thing that stood out about it was the four leaf clovers circling the outside. They looked real, and surprisingly fresh despite their circumstances.

For a moment, Brynn had her doubts; why would somebody have paid her that much for this thing, and from here? Anybody could have waltzed up and taken it, professional thief or not. Was this a set up?

Even if it was, though, she didn't mind too much. The cops had tried that before, and she'd gotten out of it every time. This seemed pretty low-key for them, although that might have been to throw her off their scent... Either way, if that was the case, it would just make this, so far rather dull, job a little more interesting. 

She carefully lifted the glass dome surrounding the bowl, examining the area beneath it for pressure points, or anything that might have set off an alarm, then picked up the bowl itself. Up close, it looked a little better, though her eyes were still drawn mainly to the clovers. Were they real? It was hard to tell for sure without touching them...

Maybe she should have waited, at least until she got out of here and to the drop-off point, but she couldn't help it. And why should she? There was no indication that anyone knew she was here, no security cameras that she'd seen, nothing to indicate that she couldn't just take her time. Carefully, she slipped off one of her gloves, reaching out to run her finger across a couple of them, still unsure what the answer was when she heard the voice behind her.