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What time is it? (Sequel to a Tale of Two Thieves)

It's around midnight when Dareth closes up the dojo.
Dareth, also known as Grand Master Dareth, is a laid-back, self-proclaimed karate master.
He owns a small dojo at the edge of Kher: Grand Sensei Dareth's Mojo Dojo.
Although many people disagree about his karate master status, claiming he's a fraud, Dareth ignores them.
I mean what do they know about karate?
I can totally blow them all away with his awesome karate moves.
And the small group of students he teaches agree.
... he hopes.

Dareth turns the key, locking the door and pockets it.
He steps into the cold night air and shivers.
The guy was not dressed for the weather, instead he's wearing his karate suit.
I mean come on, a Grand Master always needs to be prepared for a fight.
And doing laundry is sooo much effort.

Dareth walks further into Kher, in the direction of the night market and Rosemary academy.
As he moves past the academy Dareth huffs.
Those snobby nerds always insult me! So I've never gotten my highschool diploma, big deal! A diploma won't help anyone in a fight anyway. I mean, someone swings a fist at you, but no worries, you have a highschool diploma! You have no idea how to defend yourself but you can calculate at which angle your opponent is going to break your nose!
He kicks a pebble against the academy gate.
Those damn nerds had no right to mock him.
Dareth sulks and turns the corner.

He'd arrived in the rich people neighbourhood.
And thank god it's late at night!
Because every time Dareth walks here during the day, there are always wealthy people looking down on him.
They sometimes even act as if he's carrying some contagious disease.
Stupid rich assholes.

After several turns Dareth is standing in front of the Lord Mayor's premises.
The current mayor of Kher is the worst, he takes advantage of the gullible and is sucking the city dry.
Dareth contemplates if he should throw a rock into a window.
Yeah, why not!
A Grand Master like me won't get caught, I'm too skilled.
He crouches and scans the street for a suitable stone.
A few yards away he spots the perfect candidate, a firm stone that fits nicely in his hand.
It can surely smash a window to bits.

He stands up and finds a good position to throw from.
But as Dareth decides which window will be the poor victim of his vandalism he sees movement from the corner of his eye.
Somebody is on the roof of the building!
Dareth moves closer and squints.
It looks like the somebody is pulling something up on a rope.

And low and behold another figure appears on the end of the rope.
The figure was clutching something tightly.
As the two suspicious somebodies creep to the edge of the roof, alarms go off.
I'm witnessing a robbery!

The two figures skillfully make their way down the side of the building with the rope and land safely on the grass of the private property.
They leave the rope and run over to the fence.
One of them gracefully swings themself over the fence and the other grabs a pole and swiftly climbs the tall fence after he throws whatever they'd stolen to their partner.
They were close enough to spot Dareth, so he held his breath and stared.
Those thieves look like children!
The other swings his legs over the fence and hops down, in the distance Dareth can hear the sirens.
The thieves quickly put their stolen loot in a backpack and run away from the scene.

Once he was sure they'd left Dareth stood up and decided his window breaking was cancelled.
He dropped his stone and got the fuck out of there.

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They'd been preparing this for weeks.
Finding an map of the building.
Creating an accurate schedule of everyone in the facility.
Finding the flaws in the security.
Damn this was going to be big.
Most people would want at least a crew of five people to execute a robbery such as this.
But they were with only two people.
Two kids, preparing to rob one of the richest assholes in all of Kher...