Love and Theft(Akiva)

He might have fallen of the platform that he put himself on, not many options, not many moments that he could work for whatever he had to do. The thing was that he had an invitation from ThunderShock, he wasn't sure if he really wanted to work for that man but damn did that man annoy him, not ThunderShock, Impact. That stupid talk about being honorable villains, who the freak called himself honorable no matter what you did against the law. He hated it, it made him want to vomit the words but he had fallen. 

Seventeen marks on his left hand, five under every knuckle except the last where only two were. Seventeen black marks, the sixth being the one who he hated the most as well as the sixteenth, maybe it was a circle, maybe every sixth something it would be the worst.

He was here for some dirty job, someone wanted a painting and as they offered quite a bit of money he had not denied that. He had wondered how they thought about him as he mostly had to do the most dirty jobs, maybe the word was out about his way of stealth, being a black lion, he did not know, he did not care. 

Beastbane would be known, at least at some point. 

He leaned against one of the marble pillars that supported the roof of the old room of the museum, it was almost empty the hall, well not when you considered people but considering other paintings, because there only were eyes for the Blushing Bride. Stupid painting. there was some theatrics around it, glass plate in front of it, asking not to take pictures, yada yada. He had noticed the four cameras in every corner pointing at it, he noticed the door frames, three of them, one on the left of the painting, two on the other side of the room going back to the main hall. He leaned to the pillar on the left, security did not like him. But he did not like them either. He noticed their patterns, their uniforms, the way they used codes on the speaker and he tried to catch the idea of their changing of their schedule. In daylight it would probably different than during the night.

He did not look forward to the unnecessary. 

But that's when he noticed someone, or well he wasn't entirely sure if it was Rufina, but the bright orange colour in the room was something that caught his attention rather quickly, from the corner of his eye. He ignored the brown, black, blue, green but orange and he for a second held his breath wondering if they met by coincidence. If only he did no bring another problem with him, he would have gone over to talk to her. 

He looked for one more moment at the painting but lost the red hair because of that in the crowd and thus turned his back on it, especially when he heard the security call for the round ups of clearing out the room, the museum was closing. His date, who came running back after powdering her nose, was an annoying little girl, well she wasn't that young but still powdering your nose while he already had spend two hours with her, what he all had to do for clients, really. He send her away once they were outside, turning his face away so she could not kiss him and he would wait, in the shadows, sneaking in shortly after closing time, it did not help that they were idiots, the back door was open before the last one came out.

The black lion however, had already made his way in. The corners did not show the black lion, his footsteps so quiet that they did not hear him enter and did not see him in the dark, there must be a few guards left. at least one on every floor, he did not care, he was made for this. While he had stayed on two legs waiting for the biggest bunch to leave, he would have to wait for a bit more, he went into one of the toilets near the reception, avoiding the guard behind that desk and simply waited. What a boring game that was, he played some games on his phone, read some of the news, some strange manga he found that he could easily download and right at midnight he simply got out. No one had come here, which made it easy, the guards were all male, where would you hide if no one should find you again?

He stared with his brown eyes at the man behind the desk, really... this was too easy. he was asleep. Yet of course the lion wanted to avoid as many cameras as possible, you never know how much they recorded. He broke a few while making his way there, from behind so they could not film him, than he finally changed back, his hair not red but black, some sort of hair dye that would get out after showering, something he had added before returning. His long red hair should not be recognized now because it wasn't there and he quickly took the jackal mask from his pocket. If they saw him now on tape, he would not be recognized, so he would stealthy continue his walk back to the Blushing bride.

He could stare at it, in the light of the moon. The guard was in the other room, he had no idea how much time he had left, but he would be quiet, he would have to calculate precisely, maybe knock the man out without making a noise so he could carry it out easily without hurrying, what an idea. The lion yawned, what he had to do for clients.