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( CHAPTER SIXTEEN: REPEATED HISTORY ) October, 1995.
❛ he has an evil streak you haven't seen yet. ❜
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Tyler felt like he was running out of time. It was late October and he still had so much to do. Planning for the heist was taking longer than he originally intended, and while there was no specific date in which the heist would take place, he wanted it done sooner rather than later. But, it was hard to stay on track.
Lately, the thief found it difficult to centre his focus sometimes. In the past, he would viciously lay out every piece of a plan, making sure it was carried out perfectly— even if he hurts multiple people in the process. But now, he felt like he was getting too... distracted. He was second-guessing his decisions, letting his motives slightly thwart, and worst of all, he began to feel empathy — for others — how pathetic.
But alas, Tyler never showed his raging internal struggle, and he never would, even if he wanted to. By now, keeping his emotions under-wrapped became apart of his genetic makeup. So, to block out his own shaky thoughts, Tyler tried his best to work on the heist as much as possible, leaving little room for any other distractions. Including... well, you know.
"We need to get equipment for the heist," Tyler said, confidently walking down the streets of Brooklyn with Jamal by his side, "A drill, some rope, duffel bags." Jamal nodded at Tyler's commandments, taking it in silently. However, another thought was plaguing his mind.
"Have you got the key to the safe yet?" Jamal casually questioned, causing for Tyler's head to snap sideways. His gaze sharpened in a hostile manner, and for a moment, Jamal's face dwindled timidly at the sight of Tyler's face.
In all honesty, Tyler hasn't made one attempt to retrieve the key to the safe, which was in Mariah Carey's possession. Originally, he planned to make Mariah trust him so that she could give it to him. He planned to charm her, make her fall in love. Tyler's done it many times before — leading a woman on so that he could steal something. But strangely, this felt... different.
The songstress was making it hard for him to commit to his perfect plan, and he sheepishly found it difficult to follow through. However, there was no backing out now, because one way or another, Tyler had to get that cash, despite his own conflicted feelings. "I will," the thief cooly responded, keeping his words minimal.
"When? You've been taking forever to get this girl to trust you, we need to do this heist soon," Jamal said, and Tyler glanced at his friend again, hating the fact that he was right. He was taking forever to do this, and there was no excuse for it.
