Genesis Chronicorum β2: All-Powerful

Chapter 2: Unraveled by lies

Jafar

After a little bit of chat, Cassim stood still watching the people browsing and buying food, he was to give a signal to Jafar to act and steal what was necessary. Jafar had to move above the kiosk they targeted for food. For once he was a little nervous to mess it up, scared that his mother might discover his whereabout and deeds. He had to mix that poison with fear of falling as he moved across buildings, he was not a good at moving from roof to roof. Cassim was a better climber than Jafar, agile enough to jump high and take fast steps, a trait his offspring might get once he marries. His feet were as silent as a cat's when he would land, no person staying in their houses noticed there was someone on their roofs. Jafar was the brains, a person of strategics and information, giving his friend new about the war or the people of Al-Budur. It took Jafar a while until he reached the spot, Cassim wouldn't stop smirking at Jafar's attempts in jumping, he could hear his steps, on the other side. "I suppose I must teach him how to be a proper street rat" Cassim thought, as he crossed his arms and waited for the perfect opportunity. 

Jafar wanted the kiosk empty so he would steal without a witness to tell the owner about Farrah's son stealing from him once again. A window had been opened above the kiosk, perfect to step down and reach the wooden poles under it and climb down to reach the roof of the kiosk. The time was up when Cassim saw no one close, he gave the signal to Jafar began climbing down, the sun setting, leaving a big shadow around the bazaar and the climbable objects above it. Jafar had reached the window, one thing less to worry about, he was lucky enough no one was inside that windowed room to see him. However, when he was about to put his feet and hang from one of the poles, Cassim immediately attempted to signal him to stop, Jafar was not looking. He was to focus on how to keep balance on the pole before he touch it, Cassim didn't think, he just threw his shoe beside his face for Jafar to get his attention and look at him. He stopped and looked at Cassim who signaled him to stay there and look down, something he didn't want to do to trigger more fear into him. He had no choice but to look, to see a young Razoul walking around the market, a boy following his father's footsteps; helping him keep order and peace to the civilians of Agrabah. From the look of it, he was getting lessons from his father, Rahab, the sultan's captain, Razoul was next in line to be Hamed's captain if he earns it.

Razoul was the killjoy of the group, an acquaintance of the boys, as they considered him. The eyes and ears inside the palace, but a fulltime snitch of Jafar's deeds when stealing from others. One time, when Cassim was out stealing, he found a hurt and robbed Razoul on the dark streets of Agrabah until Cassim helped him and took him to the gates of the palace for Rahab to retrieve his son and thank Cassim, but no kind of reward came to be, just Razoul's modesty of giving them news of what was going on with the Sultan and the prince. Cassim stopped stealing that instant, knowing his face was printed in Razoul's mind in case he was to commit a crime and tell on him. Jafar didn't care much, friendship became sour for them and honesty became lies and a feud among the three. They had to be careful if he was present in their scenes of thievery, it was why both needed each other, one to keep an eye on the captain-to-be and the other to steal. There wasn't a time when Razoul helped the boys with food or money, and their royal messenger stopped speaking to them, perhaps because Rahab was molding a strong, strict man like him. Either way, the young lieutenant was not to be trusted.

Razoul wasn't leaving the area, and they were running out of time before Dalia and Farrah were to worry and look for the young thieves. Jafar heard the owners of the building getting close to where he was, he was going to get caught, Cassim had to figure out how to make him climb down without creating suspicions. He jumped down boxes and opened windows to Razoul to distract him from looking up to Jafar. "Good evening, Razoul! How very nice to see you in these parts! How are we doing today, friend?" said Cassim, loud enough for Jafar to know his friend got that unexpected part covered. As Cassim was trying to create conversation with Razoul, Jafar successfully climbed down and above the kiosk, where no one was present, not even the owner. He must've gone eating or buying something close, he had to steal quickly before he would return and chop an arm off. He jumped down and crouch walked on the other side of the stall so no one could see him. In his top, he pulled a large piece of fabric, possibly a discarded work his mother made. He made a knot on top to make a bag that could hold as many apples as possible, and took some of the fruits that weren't sold that day, like they would be sold  for what was left of that day.