"A murderer with gifts similar to my own?" He thought to himself as his mind strained itself carrying him from one rooftop to the next, using his telekiensis ability to move himself quietly. He shouldn't be working right now, not with that woman playing with his mind. "Couple more buildings and you'll be there Lance, nothing to worry about right now, just get her out of your mind."
Lance Vietotelli, this man was often rarely seen during the daylight hours of Rhy'Din. Even at all. That was how he worked, how he wanted things to be. The night time was his time. Time for him to do what he did best, just like this night, like any other night he has planned. Planning was essential for his line of work, he was espert theif, gifted with abilities of the mind from his birth, some strange reaction his parents had to the Nexus despite them being natives to Rhy'Din as well as he. "Here we go." Lance thought as he touched down on the last rooftop, where the job was going to take place. The dark of night, kept him unseen with the clothing he donned at night, dark green and black. Rhy'Din City Muesum of Art and History, he's been here several times, but yet the security remained the same. Steel grey eyes focused on the door that lead down into acutally building itself. He knew it was always locked, but that would never pose a problem. The lock slide open as he tapped into one of his gifts again. Unlocking the door overrode the security. They would seen him come, perhaps that is why the security was never changed. They must have figured it was an inside job or they just don't know how to deal with theives of his caliber. He eased his way down the staircase. Using telekinesis once again to pull out all particules of water from the air and create a rolling fog as he walked to see any hidden trip wire that were born from techology. Using his own allegeries as well to detect magical security devices as well. This mark never used them, something he recalled on his first job here, might iinterfere with the preservation enchantments on the works of art here.
The rare jewels and valuables exhibit, his mark this night. There were a pair of guards at all the doors. Even one silver haired blue eyed chimera lawman, watching over the most rare piece of the collection. He pushed himself up against a wall, out of sight hopefully out of mind. Thinking to himself yet again. "Great, the guards would have been fine, but that damn Populi must have gotten a transfer to the larceny division." He probed the minds ever so decilately, not to alert any of the guards there to his presence. He learned the hard way that some folks don't play well with telepathic probes. Tricking a pair of the guards' minds that there was a sound coming from the far end of the exhibit, he got most of them to follow and investigate. This brought a sigh of relief to the theif. "Just the Populi to deal with now, the other guards wouldn't see me."
"Hey what the Inferno you guys think you're doing!" Queit yelled. "Get back to your posts!" For the mark it was all set into motion, he got into a hiding spot out of the view of them all. Even Queit. He could float up to the steel rafters now and inch his way above the jewel encased in a small glass case. The Dragon's Eye, a rare ruby that many believe is the key to some item in a far off land. Lance didn't care, his comission for netting this prize would be worth more than its estimated values. Someone was willing to pay everything they had for it, and he was more than willing to get it for them. First thing now, he had to get the final distraction to rid of all the guards and the chimera. He eased one of the griders' bolts free and brought it over to his hand. He hurled it down between a couple of guards, letting it bounce and crash into something, breaking it.
"Alright boys, let's get that bastard that's messing with us." The chimera yelled as he and the guards went to check out Lance's distraction. which he did quickly, he had to do this sloppu, didn't have the time to really work like normal, the glass case smashed on the floor and the Dragon's Eye shot up to his hand, and he was out the window on the rooftop, leaving it open as he made his way out of the building. Not even leaving his calling card like normal. But if he knew Queit as well as he thought he did, he would still get the credit in the local paper headlines for the heist.
Queit returned, slumped over. "The bastard tricked me!" He looked around the shattered glass, sniffing out anything he could pick up. "Call the CSI team, tell them to bring the psionic kit for confrimation. I think that psionic theif got this place again."
Lance would be long gone by this time.
Lance Vietotelli, this man was often rarely seen during the daylight hours of Rhy'Din. Even at all. That was how he worked, how he wanted things to be. The night time was his time. Time for him to do what he did best, just like this night, like any other night he has planned. Planning was essential for his line of work, he was espert theif, gifted with abilities of the mind from his birth, some strange reaction his parents had to the Nexus despite them being natives to Rhy'Din as well as he. "Here we go." Lance thought as he touched down on the last rooftop, where the job was going to take place. The dark of night, kept him unseen with the clothing he donned at night, dark green and black. Rhy'Din City Muesum of Art and History, he's been here several times, but yet the security remained the same. Steel grey eyes focused on the door that lead down into acutally building itself. He knew it was always locked, but that would never pose a problem. The lock slide open as he tapped into one of his gifts again. Unlocking the door overrode the security. They would seen him come, perhaps that is why the security was never changed. They must have figured it was an inside job or they just don't know how to deal with theives of his caliber. He eased his way down the staircase. Using telekinesis once again to pull out all particules of water from the air and create a rolling fog as he walked to see any hidden trip wire that were born from techology. Using his own allegeries as well to detect magical security devices as well. This mark never used them, something he recalled on his first job here, might iinterfere with the preservation enchantments on the works of art here.
The rare jewels and valuables exhibit, his mark this night. There were a pair of guards at all the doors. Even one silver haired blue eyed chimera lawman, watching over the most rare piece of the collection. He pushed himself up against a wall, out of sight hopefully out of mind. Thinking to himself yet again. "Great, the guards would have been fine, but that damn Populi must have gotten a transfer to the larceny division." He probed the minds ever so decilately, not to alert any of the guards there to his presence. He learned the hard way that some folks don't play well with telepathic probes. Tricking a pair of the guards' minds that there was a sound coming from the far end of the exhibit, he got most of them to follow and investigate. This brought a sigh of relief to the theif. "Just the Populi to deal with now, the other guards wouldn't see me."
"Hey what the Inferno you guys think you're doing!" Queit yelled. "Get back to your posts!" For the mark it was all set into motion, he got into a hiding spot out of the view of them all. Even Queit. He could float up to the steel rafters now and inch his way above the jewel encased in a small glass case. The Dragon's Eye, a rare ruby that many believe is the key to some item in a far off land. Lance didn't care, his comission for netting this prize would be worth more than its estimated values. Someone was willing to pay everything they had for it, and he was more than willing to get it for them. First thing now, he had to get the final distraction to rid of all the guards and the chimera. He eased one of the griders' bolts free and brought it over to his hand. He hurled it down between a couple of guards, letting it bounce and crash into something, breaking it.
"Alright boys, let's get that bastard that's messing with us." The chimera yelled as he and the guards went to check out Lance's distraction. which he did quickly, he had to do this sloppu, didn't have the time to really work like normal, the glass case smashed on the floor and the Dragon's Eye shot up to his hand, and he was out the window on the rooftop, leaving it open as he made his way out of the building. Not even leaving his calling card like normal. But if he knew Queit as well as he thought he did, he would still get the credit in the local paper headlines for the heist.
Queit returned, slumped over. "The bastard tricked me!" He looked around the shattered glass, sniffing out anything he could pick up. "Call the CSI team, tell them to bring the psionic kit for confrimation. I think that psionic theif got this place again."
Lance would be long gone by this time.