Secret Life of a Teenage Mercenary

"There are three types of people in the world. People who give up - hardly worth your time because they gave up their own life a long time ago. Then there are people who put themselves first, stepping over everyone for their own gain and carting hearts of ice. And lastly, people who put others first - the loyal to a fault ones."
The man paused, voice ruff, before sighing. Shaking his shaggy head, he smirked at the young man sitting lazily in the old love-seat across from him.
"Frankly, I think your all three, even if technically you are a 'supper-villain'."
The young man made a disgruntled sound at the decryption, looking away.
"Those heroes", he hissed,"shouldn't have messed with me while I was working."
The older man raised an eyebrow.
"Weren't you stealing a historical artifact from the highest guarded museum in the country?"