Avalon

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Being The Leopard

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We held our breath when the clouds began to form

But you were lost in the beating of the storm

And in the end we were made to be apart

In separate chambers of the human heart

Neither of the regular humans could tell much difference between things. Or other human beings or whatever beings in general.

It was some sort of natural flaw within. And many times Nate has witnessed this flaw to land upon himself. He always could slip inside places he wasn't supposed to be or be somewhere it seemed everyone knew him except they didn't really.

It took him seven days to figure out there possibly was a guy who was looking close enough alike for this combine with the fluke of humanity and he was accepted. That was one of things he hoped to rely on when he will go in.

And so far everything seemed to go smooth on both camps. The organizational part of the event holders was like a huge show with exceptional service portrayal and his part was like well oiled machinery of knickknacks. He knew his place on the main task and he knew what his personal agenda was. Yet he missed key part in this whole thing by a mile. There still had to be loads of transportation issues to solve and manage. But so far it only touched the meals and dance halls to be sorted out as the washrooms and where and what was supposed to say what and why that crowd was to stand beside this art and the other crowd to some other artsy shit.

Do you know what's worth fighting for

When it's not worth dying for?

Nate spend so much time going over the blueprints of the building and some fresher scans he managed by himself to know the inside of it and he even made routes to fit any situation possible. He just had to herd some shit and then grab more and disappear into the darkness.

It took seven days of almost constant nebulizer action before Nate realized he had no actual clue of what he was supposed to do. And now was too late. He'll have to improvise and possibly die to make everything happen.

He was the escape unit, the runway pod. His job was to get specific crafts and wait up for the gang springing out with shinies and lead the way out.

He was ready mentally. With every single detail he could face with in mind Nate knew initially he'd be capable to get them away even if he skimmed off some secret plan Roland strictly said no to. Just had to see from afar the continued preparations and possibilities of something changed or added so he was still sitting opposite side of the street and watching over.

Like humanly possible he used all his patience to maintain the position so he stayed invisible and free. And he manned it out day by day.

It was very last week. It was passing by in a slow manner and he wasn't much far from being done with the job for long time. But something felt like he also might fall victim to his own greed and need and the whole thing could go poof.

Which was jarring thought to have when stakes were so high.

Nate also was fighting the longing sensation that never left him. It's origins were more than clear but he wasn't going to lay his cards on the table yet. Of course the Gala will host major amounts of people and most of them will know the thief and they will not be pleased. He risked security throwing him out if they saw him sneaking around and even arrest upon some hair pulled imaginary. They just could.