four alarm fire // matty healy
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Eris and her twin brother, Isaac, see the lavish life people life online and envy every bit of it. Their form of payback against the people that flaunt their riches? Waiting until their holiday comes to steal everything of value in their home. Clothes, antiques, and sometimes drugs (if they're lucky). Uncle is the ringleader of their operation. In exchange for a large cut of their earnings, he provides them with protection and knowledge. A small price to pay for kids that have been left behind.
Next target: Matty Healy
Time away: Approximately two months, on tour
Security level: Basic
Things to steal: Music equipment, drugs, clothes, etc.
*This is a work of fiction.*
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