Flucht [Petedon]

Prologue

He knew that other people were behind it as well. He knew that he got himself into this dangerous game. But what he had started he needed to finish now. It couldn't be this difficult, right? With a little bit of luck and some skills he will be able to get the thing, what he claimed as his. It was his mission to get it, no matter what would happen.

The first time when he tried to steal it, the black haired male came into his way, but now he could do it. The only thing was that he just didn't know where they are right now, but he would find out, like always.

A small smirk was on his face. It was like a game, like a play. All people have their roles. They need to play them and only one mistake and it will cost their lives. But he would win it; he would survive the whole thing and escape with his treasure.

His gaze wandered around the place, seeked for someone or something that might be useful. The best thing that could happen would be if he would see the blond, since he seemed to be the weakest of them, but unfortunately he saw someone else...the black haired guy. His heart stopped for a moment. This was bad. When the black haired guy would see him, he would get in deep trouble.

Brendon wanted to turn away, wait for him to leave, but then he notice the thing the other carry. It was the briefcase. The brunette hesitated for a moment, seemed to think about it. He could simply run pass the black haired and try to steal it, since there weren't much people around.

He probably stands a little bit too long there, because the black haired slowly walked to him. "Hey!" Pete shouted. That was the moment when Brendon turned around and wanted to run. Fuck, that was bad. The first time they meet Pete wanted to beat him up for stealing it, so this time he would probably do it.

Maybe it was not such an bad idea to steal the briefcase now.