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height. “Well, this is awkward,” she muttered.
Jewelry at four past midnight, stuffing the contents of the left-side glass
case into a frilly pillowcase.
Fenwick. Not the one who had managed to single-handedly apprehend the notorious
Comet Chaser gang.
holders into his loot bag. “Don’t just stand there,” he growled. “Come and
help, if you’re only going to gawk.”
fully into the main room, casting a cautious glance at the ceiling for the surveillance
cameras that were supposed to be there.
pillowcase in a quick twirl, pulling out a zip tie from his sleeve and tying it
shut. He produced another pillowcase from one trouser pocket and started in on
the second case.
choosing the case at the far end—the one she’d been aiming for originally. It
held a lovely, custom diamond-sapphire collar necklace, complete with matching
accessories. Her client was paying her an arm and two legs for the bit of
sparkling finery and it was enough to pay the rent on her studio apartment for
a year, with utilities.
over her left arm by the straps. The case was still monitored and she couldn’t
help sneaking a glance over one shoulder to see how Fenwick had managed to
bypass that. She nearly choked when she realized that he hadn’t even taken that
directly above the necklace in question. Sucking in a deep breath, she breathed
out, wincing as the glass warmed to barely tolerable proportions and then
faded. A neat, melted hole was the desired result and she used the paperclip
hook from her sleeve to scoop up the necklace and the velvet holder with the
then swung wildly.
necklace she’d dropped. The earrings had scattered, but the bracelet and
necklace were still intact. She shoved them into the loot bag and pulled the
drawstrings closed. He was almost on her then, but she rolled away, leaving the
ears were ringing with the faint vibrations that hinted of change invisible to
the eye. She read the signs a few seconds too late and came skidding out into
the front windows to see the flashing lights and raised guns. Her heart
stuttered a beat and she froze when the lights focused on her.
trembling arm to her mouth. “Don’t move!” He bellowed. “You’ll-”
protective in their nature and vicious in their temperament. She didn’t use
this trick often, because it gave too much away—but she wanted to live tonight,
thank you very much. Spinning on her heel, she darted back towards the hall
where she’d just come from.
main room and aimed straight for the wall. Willing her flames to burn high and
bright, she slammed into the sturdy structure. It buckled as she pushed against
it, then groaned as it gave way beneath her persistence. Cool air rushed around
her as she fell forward into the back alley.
reach her position. She ran forward and launched herself over the metal fence
and out onto the sidewalk. Her flames turned off, affording her some degree of
invisibility in the barely lit street.
(c) Sara Harricharan
A/N: This was a prompt from Max Kirin’s Tumblr for writers. I could not resist writing this little snippet and I love the way it turned out, so I’m sharing it. I’m a bit rusty on quick fiction (have been slaving over longer pieces, lol), but thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it. ^_^