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It was a small basement, not really made for this sort of operation, but it had to do; they couldn't afford to attract too much attention to their operation, after all... The whole gang was there, from Lerak to Scar.

``I hope everybody studied the plan, like we were supposed to do, so we won't have to start over the entire process'' said Loran, looking at his crew. He was a toned wolf, unnoticeable in a crowd. He was good-looking, but nothing that would really stand out of the masses; there was always other way to achieve this goal, but he didn't have that thing in mind. What mattered to him, for now, was the team that was assembled in front of him. They were all competent people, but he wondered if they really possessed the will to succeed. It needed talents and coordination beyond what normal people could muster; were they up to the challenge?

``No, I don't really remember; you know, with the hectic life of mine, the kids, the job and the wife, I didn't have that much time to study the plan'' said Adem, shifting his eyes, wondering if he was going to be whacked for this. He was a quiet fellow, a fox without a history behind him; one could wonder how he got recruited in such an organisation, but there was always something lurking behind the image that people projected. Some said that he used to be a terrorist when he was younger; some said that he was used be in the military, but none truly knew what he did.

Loran pinched his eyes, discouraged by the words he was hearing; he was a patient wolf, but this was pushing the limits. But Adem was a useful team member; he couldn't dispose of him, even if he proved himself unreliable this time. The operation was too much advanced to think about such a thing; he would have to trust him for this, for there was nobody else that could take his place. It would take too much time to train someone else, to give them the plans and to make sure they wouldn't go around, blabbering about the target...

``Ok, I'll go through the details one more time... It's just because I care about the success of the operation, keep that in mind'' he said, watching around, observing his people; this wasn't the time for one of them to mess up. There always a chance those things could go wrong, that they would mess up and he had a backup plan for it, but this was another case...

``Now listen, and listen well, for this is the last time I will be repeating this. First, someone will be distracting the people of the party, bringing the attention to him; that job is yours, Scar. And remember, we have to distract them, not seduce them'' he said, watching the husky right in the eyes, still remembering the last tentative.

``Why are you blaming me? They were holding precious information and I obtained them, didn't I?'' replied Scar, looking around, avoiding the direct gaze. It was indeed a good time he had, but it wasn't something he could be blamed for; he couldn't control what people thought of him and how flattering it was, although he rather enjoyed some time alone. He was, after all, a pleasant husky to watch; a bit shorter than the average, he was noticeable by the scars on his body and his tattered ear, giving him his name. Shaped like a dragon for one, while the other one reminded people of a certain musical group, obscure for some, awesome for others, they were a sight to behold. This was coupled with the fact that he had the tendency to stride around without wearing anything else than a pair of jeans. One could find his tendency a strange habit, but after meeting him, their judgement wasn't the same; how could a judgement resist against the scene that was projected?

``It's true, but again... never mind, I'm not getting in this kind of argument again. Next, Lerak will take of the security systems. We are counting on you, don't forget it'' said the wolf, avoiding to stare at the tiger directly. There was something disturbing about watching him mumble to himself, talking about things that didn't make much sense. How he did get in the team was a mystery, but his expertise in the field was matched by no one.

``...There coming for me...'' was the only coherent reply they heard from him; at least they knew he heard what he had to do, but would he be able to deliver? Or would he try to listen to the voices in his head?

``That's nice to hear, Lerak. Next in line, Adem will take care of the vault after the security systems would have been neutralized. We will have to be fast and precise; the explosive will have to be set and prepared in a particular manner, so the explosion will be enough to open the door, without damaging the rest. Remember that this is a mansion vault, not a bank vault; it is not built the same way, but that doesn't mean you should botch your job'' said Loran, trying to get a response from him, but getting none. Maybe he was insulted; maybe he was concentrated on the task ahead; only time would tell...

``As for me, I will supervise all the operation, making sure that everything will work in time and that the entire plan will succeed. Is there any questions?'' he added, probing his small audience, wondering if one his crew members would have the guts to stand up and challenge him.

``Yeah, I have a question; how do we divide the money? Will the one that risk more will get more? Or is everybody getting the same cut?'' asked Adem, scribbling notes on a piece of paper. He wasn't afraid of the gaze nor the silence that came after it, for he looked around, searching if someone was supporting him or Laden; as he saw that no one was taking sides, he decided that his position was a good one.

``You are all getting the same percentage and I'm getting a slightly higher cut, since I organized everything, recruited you, found the place, got the contacts and got the invitation for the event. Yes, I deserve that higher cut and there is nothing you can say against it'' replied Loran, trying to shut down the discussion, but is attempt was futile; the people under his command continued talking, trying to advance a negotiation he didn't want to enter.

``There is no point in trying to negotiate; either we follow the plan, or we don't and we all return home, forget everything and pretend that this reunion never happened. For fuck sake, we will all be millionaires when this thing will be over, so there is no point in arguing over semantic, for now. We have to focus on the task ahead, and that include no outside flirting... yes, I talking to you, Scar'' he said, cutting short to the attempts presented to him.

``Why are you targeting me again? It's not like I can't control myself...'' said Scar, trying to look outraged by the comments he was hearing.

``Just try, ok? We need this operation to stay secret; we don't want it to be a bragging right in a potential date...'' replied Loran, not trying to anger the husky. He was an essential part of the team, but he was a wild card; there was always a chance that his actions could backfire and ruin everything.

Scar stayed silent, for he wasn't sure if it was compliment that he heard or a veiled insult; by staying quiet, he would be able to avoid humiliation and embarrassing question that would soon follow...

``Remember, we will have to enter, neutralize the security, destroy the door, take the money and leave in less than twenty minutes. Scar, you will be securing us a cover, as you will be there way before we arrive. Now, remember to act with class'' he added, poking a little at the husky, who didn't react at the last line.

He was going to participate in a party for the wealthy, a social event that not everyone could attend in their lifetime. He was going to take advantage of such an occasion; why would he just be a simple cover when he could have the fun of his life? There so much he had to think about, before tonight...

As day passed and gave into night, the team moved slowly into position, preparing themselves for the mission that awaited them. The material was ready, the team, prepped up and the plan, somewhat known but organized enough to work.

``Where is Scar? Wasn't he supposed to meet up with us before heading up over there? Why he is taking so long?'' asked Adem, watching the inside of the van, seeing no trace of husky. Since he wasn't hard to miss, it was a mystery to see him disappear like that, when the rest of the team was assembled.

``He decided to go... ahead; he told me that he would be over there in advance, to know more about the people. I suppose it will permit him to distract the party goers better than if he decided to just show up at the last-minute'' replied Laden, thinking his words, before viewing his plan. It wasn't part of the original design, but if this could produce a positive outcome, than why would he try to change it? It could very well be something that was important and that they forgot...

``What? But what about the plan? Did you give a thought about the plan?'' said Adem, getting no response from his superior. There was nothing they could do now; Scar was already at the party, trying to establish a cover for their operation. But would he be able to succeed such a task, or would he fail, for that world wasn't that easy to enter as one could think?

There is was, in the evening, wondering what he could put for the soirée that awaited him. There were a lot of clothes he could choose, but he had the feeling that those weren't appropriate for the evening he was going to. He had to look... chic, refined in the crowd.

He wanted to catch the eyes of those that would watch him, so he could be the heart of the party, making a permanent print in the mind of the people. But what could make a difference? He couldn't wear the same thing as usual, and that he was sure of it, but all his nice clothes were not impressive enough; this was an event that could maybe make a difference in his life, so he had to be quite the well-dressed player.

An idea came to his mind; it was an expensive one, but since it was a special occasion, spending a little money on it didn't bother him that much. It was the suit of his dream, a beautiful tuxedo that matched his fur colour, black as the night, contrasting with the white and black of his fur.

It fitted him perfectly, molding to his shape without any ripples or disgraceful pockets. He felt like a prince, but was this a feeling that was based on reality, or just his own perception of his image? He had to test it out; there was a clerk in the shop. He could be a good subject for this experiment of his.

He headed toward him, taking his time to visualize his next target''; he was an attractive young dragon, his scales as blue as the sky. He looked shy, the perfecttarget'' to test what he had in mind, to see if it could work or not. How could he approach him? He had to pay for the suit, but it would make the relation too informal in his taste... He needed another way to do it... A thought crossed his mind, making him grin; that could work perfectly...

He approached the dragon, not looking at directly; he didn't want to give him the impression that he was the reason of his movement. He was quite pleasant to the eyes, but he couldn't let himself be distracted from his main priority.

He looked at him for a moment, winking with a small smile. He didn't say anything on the moment, letting the poor boy feeling his gaze run on him. He enjoyed the moment, feeling the dragon blush from the attention; it seemed like it was working quite well, but was the suit contributing to his success, or was simply due to his exceptional self?

``See you later, handsome'' he told the disappointed clerk, leaving to his dreams of passion and romance. The trip was well worth his time; he had a new suit and he could test his ability before the grand evening tonight. Not that he was afraid of a potential failure, but he had to be sure he still got it.

There was little time before the even tonight, time he decided to spend preparing himself; he made sure that suit wasn't damaged nor sullied, for it would be a shame that his plan would fail after all the preparations he made.

He was lucky; nothing stood in his way, for the suit was in excellent condition and the invitation he received was still there on his night desk, reminding him that his life could change with the help of a mere piece of paper.

He decided to walk toward his destination; he was the pride of the town, a sight to behold and he enjoyed he was getting, basking in the sights and admiration of the people he crossed in the street. But these weren't the higher end of the population; how would they treat him? Would he even stand a chance?

The people guarding the front gate gave him a strange look, as if he was unwelcome to the party that was unfolding beyond the gilded gates. One of the guards took the invitation paper, looking at him for a moment, unsure that he was really the one that was expected.

``I'm sorry for the wait sir, but lately, there have been some suspicious character trying to get inside. We had to tighten the security to permit a maximum security and enjoyment to the guest of the mansion. This a mere setback, but we hope that it will not ruin your experience tonight, sir'' said one of the guard, not looking at him, more preoccupied by the people walking on the street then by the person that was going to cross the barrage.

The road toward the mansion was impressive. He could see statues, water fountain and topiaries animals, guiding him toward the entrance. Maybe he could get lost for a while, to see what sort of wonder were hiding here, but he was afraid that he would fall on a labyrinth, where he could get lost and where others could suffer the same fate, wandering in the corridors for ever, only to hallucinate creepy twins and moving sculptures. It was an extreme scenario but he didn't want to give it a shine. He could even swear that he hear some sort of chanting coming from the back of the garden, something about going over there and playing, but that was stress playing tricks on him.

The doors were massive, almost... intimidating; he felt small compared to them, but he had no choice but to cross them. But he couldn't simply open them alone; this would destroy the image he wanted to project. He needed the help of a butler, but there were was none to be seen around; maybe he had to say that a crime was committed, to make him appear?

The thought rose in his mind, but he didn't need to make it come alive, for the door opened, the awaited butler holding it for him. He seemed unfazed by the events, as if this was another mere event in a long series of action that had little impact on his life.

``Welcome to the reception... Before heading further ahead, I will need to take your invitation and any weapons you could carrying. This is standard protocol, so do not be offended and try to make a little easy on me'' he told him, boredom tainting his voice. It was always the same thing for him; say the same redundant things, frisk the people, hear the complaints, pretend to care and repeat.

``You sure know how to put life in party and events; I wonder why I never heard of you before and your amazing skill before. Maybe you shouldn't here; there are plenty of places that need your skill...'' he told him, straightening his suit for a moment, not caring what the butler was doing in front of him.

``Sir, your sarcasm amuses me, but I have little time to care about the futility of your word plays and pity. Contrary to some people, sir, we have to work and actually deliver a performance in the end. If you would excuse me, my presence is needed elsewhere. If you ever get lost, or decide that a falling down the stair would be a good idea, please, do not blame the butler. For once, it will not be my fault'' said the butler, leaving Scar to his thoughts.

He took the moment to look around, searching for something to sabotage; he could cut some wire, maybe block a drain, but what would be the most efficient thing he could do? He decided to follow the path of wire cutting; making sure that the butler was gone, he headed for what seemed to be a door. He opened the door and entered the room, to see that it was a simple room, revealing nothing, except for a mop, a few cleaning products and an electrical box.

He looked at the box; it wasn't locked nor guarded, as if they never had any idea that someone could come here and mess it up. But he had to be careful; if the cuts were too clean or too precise, someone would suspect foul play and the entire plot would fail. He had to think of a way to dispose of them in a matter that would resemble a natural cause.

He couldn't cut them nor yank them off, but he cut use one of the product around to melt the wires. They were quite cheap and he only needed something corrosive, which would eat away the wire for him. The cleaning products scattered around the room weren't strong enough for this job, but he remarked a label that attracted his eye. There was a bottle in a corner, the label torn away, the writing faded with time, but the logo on it still visible, the one that clearly stated that the product in question could easily burn off the flesh.

There was something attractive about that bottle, as if a voice guided him toward it. He could use it to sabotage the circuit, but he wondered if would be an effective thing to do; after all, would it be really effective or would it fall as an ineffective but comical plan, possibly backfiring on him? It this substance would splash on his suit, it could ruin it, thus destroying the entire even for him. But this wasn't all about him; it was also about the others that counted on him, about the money he could make and much more.

He took the bottle, trying not to swirl it too much; it wasn't the time to splash himself or the ground with the substance that was inside. He had to be subtle, to be discrete for a moment, for there was a need for his action to stay concealed until he would join a group of people and get into the social, blending in the fabric of the party. Upon the opening of the bottle, a strong odor assaulted him; it reminded him of bleach, but he knew that it wasn't that particular product that was stored in the plastic recipient in question. He placed his face far away from it; he didn't want to breathe the fumes coming from it and get dizzy by the effect of the chemicals that could invade his body without him having the time to react.

Without hesitating, he took the bottle by the bottom and tossed the liquid in the opened box, hearing the circuits' crackles and drizzled by the impact of liquid on them. He could smell the corrosive liquid attack the wires coating, the odor of melting plastic hanging in the air as he left the room in a hurry, not in the mood to be caught by security. He had the presence of mind to discard the bottle back to its original place so at least it wouldn't be as suspicious. They would suspect a minor incident, not that someone attacked the facility...

As he exited the room, he realized that his plan wasn't as developed as he thought. He found a way to grant entry to the rest of the team, but now, what would he be able to do, to be one with the party?

He didn't know where to go, but there was one thing he could follow, the inviting sound of laughter and party goers discussing mundane subjects. He followed the sounds, ignoring the random people who crossed his path; this wasn't the time to talk to them, yet, but once he would meet the heart of event, there would be a reason to entertain these random people.

There they were, the reason of his departure and quest for a higher social status. He wondered how he could be able to enter the circles of discussions without being seen as someone who was intruding in the debates that didn't concern him.

``Oh, it seems like another guest have arrived; it's strange, I never seemed him around here, before'' he heard one of the visitors say, not looking at Scar, his presence barely acknowledge by the one talking.

``Herald, you don't have to be so rude toward the new comers; everybody have been in their place, in the beginning. We have to give him a chance, so he can integrate this little group and prove himself worthy of the invitation he received'' said another member, scolding the one that spoke a moment ago. Scar didn't know what to say, but he wondered how he would be able to impress them. Was the suit enough? His charms could be something that would quite useful in this situation, but he needed someone who would be affected by them; for now, the two that spoke to him were beyond his capacities, the age gap was too pronounced for him to work any wonders.

He decided to move away from them, seeking other people to interact with it; the one that greeted weren't going to help much with his goal, anyway. He needed people who could help him provide a real cover, not ones that were questioning his presence in this place, even if the questions were legitimate.

He advanced in what seemed to be a garden; he could see people in small groups, talk to each other, some waiters bringing them beverages and appetizers. It was going to be a hard task, but he never refused a challenge. There was even an orchestra in the back, playing a soft tune from time to time; the classic perception of an upscale party was right in front of his eyes. Who knows? Maybe, if he was lucky, he could meet someone nice out there and have a great time; that notion of cover could fade away if his mind would be able to focus on something much more beautiful.

All he needed was one person to start working with, one that he could work his charms on before the rest of his magic could work wonders on the crowd assemble here. He looked around, searching for that special someone who could be the one that would make it complete.

It wasn't that hard to find, as he realised; there was indeed a target that fitted his mental description, surrounded by a small group. He hesitated for a moment; would it be effective enough, or would he have to revise his strategy? He didn't have much to think about such a thing, so decided to let fate go and follow his initial plan, as unwise as it could be.

He took a moment to look at the group; they were quite content talking about the state of the economy, not caring about his presence. He felt a little out-of-place, but for the sake of his objective, he had to play big; he wondered if his bluff would survive the inquisitive questions or it would fall...

``Where is he? We should be waiting out here, doing nothing. We could at least revise the plans, call a pizza, I don't know; there is something we can do, to occupy the time'' said Adem, looking around, trying to figure why he was still stuck here. It could work, they could be rich, but everything could be ruined because of some extravaganza...

``Not to piss on your parade Adem, but I just saw enter the manor not so long ago; he succeeded in getting and it will be a matter of time before he will blend with the crowd. We can begin the operation from now on'' said Loran, opening the doors of the van, watching his team members exit the vehicle. If only his faith in all the members was the same, he could be at peace, but he had the impression that Scar would try to screw things over, something that he couldn't introduce in the plans.

They changed outfits rapidly, for time was the essence of the plan; they had to enter the building, but not in the same that their accomplice did in the first place. They hoped that he secured a reason for them to enter, for there was nothing that could permit them to force their way in if the work wasn't done before. Nothing could stop them from doing so, but they lacked firepower and resource to do so and none of them wanted to face the police and end up as either temporary's' heroes on a local newspaper, or in a jail, making sure not to drop their soaps in the showers.

They encountered the guards in front of the gate, who seemed a bit worried, as if something happened a moment ago. As they saw the group approach, their behavior changed, the reason of their worries faded with the sight of those that were supposed to help them.

``Are you the electricians we called? You sure arrived fast but never the less, you arrived at the best moment. We don't know how it happened, but there is a power outage now and we will need it restored fast enough, before the guests lose their patience and before some of the food spoils. I trust that you skilled enough to handle the job, now aren't you?'' asked one of the guard, looking at them, still not sure if they were the real deal or just a bunch of posers trying to rip them off, pretending to have some skills so they could access this little of paradise and brag about it to other people.

``Do we look like amateurs? If you want us to leave, we going to leave you with your trouble, but no one will be able to help you, trust me on that. Maybe you want to hire other people and wait for them, but what would you say to the guest? That you weren't able to trust a poor worker and because of it, I won't be able to feed my kids tonight?'' said Loran, looking at the guards, wondering if they would call his bluff. He had to think of a plan B rapidly, to cover the rising possibility; after all, if security was alerted, then the entire plan would fail...

``No sir, that's not what I was implying; you see, we have to make sure that your arrival respect the standards of security that exists around here. We cannot lower our standards, even in such a situation. I will not hold you any longer; I hope you will be able to deliver the result you promised, or it will be a rather unpleasant situation for you...'' replied the guard, moving away from the gate, letting them enter the perimeter.

``Timmy fell down the well!... I'm lost.... There coming after me'' said Lerak, not paying any attention to anyone surrounding, bringing all the attention toward him. He felt no shame in his outburst, as the voices in his head were the only thing he cared about, trying to understand what they were telling him.

They remarked that the guards were looking at them, the suspicion rising on the group; what sort of workers would babble nonsense? Someone had to react fast, or they would face consequences beyond their control.

``Oh, don't mind Lerak; he is a special employee we hired, in collaboration with a reinsertion program. Even if he can say weird things and sentences that don't make much sense, he's a hard worker that deserves to have the same chance to work as anybody else. I suppose it will not bother, now will it?'' asked Loran, knowing that the question was loaded; no one would answer it in a negative fashion, unless it wanted to appear as a heartless, cruel monster, something that served him well.

``Even though I am not sure it's the best idea to bring him along, I cannot condone such actions. You will have to keep an eye on him and make sure he will not disturb the party goers, or we will have to expel him out of the perimeter. Even if he is not in the same state as all of us, we cannot let him ruin the ambiance here without intervening. It's for the good of the people and his own good'' replied one of the guards, being strangely friendly to them, as if the presence of Lerak was enough for him to change his opinion of them.

Loran considered himself lucky that the plan didn't backfire, even if some of his crew members weren't able to control themselves. It was all part of the bigger plan and now, there was only one objective to follow, one that could permit then to finally strike it big, to get rid of their lowly status...

They lost no time wandering in the wilderness offered in front of them, like their colleague did before them. They had a destination to reach and nothing was worth wasting their time on it, even if it was intriguing and mesmerizing.

The front doors was already opened, the butler that greeted Scar was nowhere to be seen, his duty keeping him away from the front entrance. Without hesitation, they entered the mansion, not waiting for the worker to come and greet them. They didn't need another level of possible suspicion to be tossed on them.

``You know where to go know? Remember that once you enter the basement, you won't be able to leave until the mission is complete, to preserve the cover. I will be pretending to work on the circuits upstairs, taking as much time as I can to do that simple operation'' said Loran, waving goodbye to the team while heading to the small janitor closet, sure that the repairs that would await him were nothing important.

He entered the room, assaulted by the odor of strong cleaning products that lingering in the air. He wondered why it was still present, but a quick inspection of the room made him realize that what he thought could be easy wasn't going to be so easy. ``Oh Scar, why did you had to make my job harder?'' he told himself as he looked half melted wires, trying to figure a way to fix the mess in front of him without destroying something in the process.

More he looked at the group, more he realized that the hegemony that he saw at first was a mere illusion; the discussion he heard in the first place wasn't held by the entire group, but by two people, the rest just listening to them, trying to place a word sometime or pretending to care about what was happening around them, not really having any desire to participate in the discussion.

He wondered if he could strike a discussion with one of them, but no subject crossed his mind nor he had the guts to interrupt the two people talking, trying to debate but not being able to make any credible points.

He was about to leave when he noticed someone in the group, someone who catch his eye. He looked so shy, a little away from the other; there was something mysterious... attractive about him. He wasn't here to flirt with people, but again, how could he turn down such a possibility? And of course, it could always provide a good cover and direct the attention on him...

``Is it your first time here?'' he asked the fox boy, wondering what would be the answer he would receive. He was quite the sight, the fox fur being the same color as his but it was not following the same pattern, for he had a strange, star like pattern near his eye.

The fox hesitated for a moment, unsure to what he could answer; there was so much he could reply, but these opportunities all had side effects he didn't want to face. He was wondering why this guest was being friendly toward him; the rest of the party goers pretty much ignored him, not caring much about what he had to say nor what he was thinking about any of the situation that were discussed.

``Yeah; I don't how I got stuck here, but since I received the invitation, I decided to give this party a chance. I wouldn't be here usually, but I had nothing to do today and it seemed like a nice occasion to do something I never tried before. But for now, I have to say I'm kinda disappointed; I expected something that would be more exciting, more fun, not something like this, were the most exciting thing I saw was when somebody tried to defend an idea a little louder than the other'' answered the fox, smiling a bit. He enjoyed the attention, for it a welcomed change in comparison to what he was experiencing now.

He looked at the one talking to him; he was quite the cute husky, the class of his tuxedo adding an element that made him stand out of the crowd. He was quite the looker, someone that really attracted the eye. Was he taken? Was he single? Was he even available? These questions crossed his mind while he trying to find a subject of conversation.

``Oh, I was invited here and I thought that I would meet people who could make this day a little more special. At the beginning, I was uncertain that my presence here was indeed good thinking from my part, but now I realize that I made the good decision'' Scar replied, winking at the hesitant fox, making blush for a moment. It was fun to tease the poor timid fox, but he wanted more than a mere tease and he had so much time in front of him; if he played his cards well, who knows...

They looked at each other for a moment, wondering which would talk, a small awkward silence forming between them, as if everybody was watching them, waiting for one of them to make a move. Maybe they were; after all, this was more interesting than the discussions and the rambling of the butler.

``You know, the more I look at the situation, the more I realize that this party is not as important as I thought'' said Scar, passing his arms around the fox, making him blush even more, his thoughts rushing in his mind. There was so much he could say, but no words escaped him, for he was afraid to say something that could destroy the mood and ruin everything.

``Oh, can you hear than nice song? Doesn't it make you feel like holding someone close and dancing?'' he told the fox, taking his hand and his thigh, inviting him to dance. The fox didn't resist his invitation and followed his lead, letting the husky and the music guide him, the warm embrace of the arms of his partner making him dreamy.

``You're even cuter when you blush; if you ever feel like it, we could go out sometime and have a pleasant time together'' he added, making the fox speechless for a moment. It wasn't something he was expecting to hear in such an event, but the words he heard we quite welcomed.

The crowd was looking at them, too inspired by the moves of Scar to try to get any real discussions moving. This was something more interesting to watch, something that could actually feed some sort of obscure rumor... or at least give some tips for those that didn't know how to handle situations.

``That would quite the wonderful thing to do; name a place and a date, and we could meet up there, to see if we could go further ahead together. But what is your name? How will I be able to contact you?'' asked the fox, wondering if this was only a cruel trick, if he could really trust him in the end.

The party seems to be dying down... to be out of energy. What about we move out of here and go somewhere that is much livelier?'' replied Scar, waiting a moment, before addingI'm Scar and we can take more time knowing each other once we will be over there''.

He held the hand of the fox and wink at him, making him blush more; he didn't like that the entire attention was focused on him, but it was a good thing, for nobody seemed to care when a short tremor made the foundation of the mansion tremble, the events happening in front of them being too much interesting to waste attention on anything else.

Scar turned toward the people, wondering if he should say something or just let them alone; it could serve his plan to make them move but again, it could ruin his potential date to bring them with him. It was a difficult choice; he had to be careful with his decision, for it could ruin his future...

You know, this party was fun in the start, but now it's kinda dull; don't you think we should move out? '' he asked the fox, before turning to the crowdThere is always a way to make an evening more interesting than this, unless you enjoy standing around, waiting for something to happen''.

They looked at him, stunned by the fact that someone could propose such a thing without observing the protocol. But it was refreshing to see someone challenge the rules, to propose something that could be a little exciting, even if it meant that they would mingle with the lower end of the population.

Without a word, they followed them, for the promise of excitement and fun was something enough to keep them moving. The fox looked at him, wondering if they were going to have their private time together or it was just some talk in the wind, to make a bigger show...

``Why did you want them to follow us?'' he asked the husky, unsure of what was really going now.

``Oh, they won't follow us for long; we will lead them somewhere and from there, we will find a nice place to continue what we started'' he whispered to him, making sure that the rest of the guests didn't hear about it.

A second explosion made the mansion tremble on its foundation; they thought that the guests would panic, that the security would be upon them, but nothing happened, nothing stopping them from accomplishing their purpose.

The bags of money were slowing them down, but at least, it was a success; they raided the place without raising any suspicion.

``Did you bring back all the explosive back with you, Adem?'' asked Loran, wondering if there any more trips to do. The bags were quite heavy and since Lerak wasn't in the condition to carry anything, he had carry more than he should...

``Not to my know... oh fuck I forgot about them'' he replied, dropping the bag of money on the ground, running toward the basement to gather the explosives in question. It was a stupid mistake, but it was something that he didn't care much about; a moment passed before they saw run back outside, a panicked look on his face, holding nothing in his hand.

``It's gonna blow! We have to run!''

No words were spoken nor needed, as they run the fastest they could, trying to put as much distance as they could between themselves and the explosion site.

``Isn't it pretty, that orange colour in the sky?'' said the fox, looking at the clouds.

``Why yes it is'' replied the husky, passing his arm around him, knowing that this cloud wasn't a good sign. He decided to look at the stars for a moment and kissed the fox, letting his feelings talk for him for a moment.

He wondered if they made out alive or not, but for now, he had much more important things to attend too, as he gazed upon the fox...