You see, the thing about actual theivery;
is that if you're caught,
you lose much more than your hand.
The night before the morning had been a most peculiar one, not in the least because of a certain heist that may or may not have taken place. No, last night had been unusual because of one little thing. Asterion the Great had been caught in the act. You may ask first who this person with such a grand title is or maybe what act he had been 'caught in'. This question can be answered simply; Asterion the Great is a fool. An absolute bloody idiot. Why? Because he got caught. Doing what? Robbing a rich mans house. How will he get out of such a situation you ask? Well so far... he has not. For the past hour, twenty minutes and... Fifteen seconds, Asterion the Great has been sitting on a bench, in a house as grand as his self-proclaimed title, with his arms chained up behind his back in a tight bind, deeply cutting into his wrists. "Well this is annoying." The boy spoke out loud, "Oi, guardsman, how long have I got left?" Asterion directed the question to a man in uniform standing a few feet away, prim and proper with a gun by his side. A gruff sounding voice came from beneath the guard's scarf as he answered, "About a half' hour ye' cretin and then ye'll be handed over to the governor." The guard had adjusted his scarf as he spoke, showing his face to be scarred on one side - no doubt from a past infiltrator who had successfully escaped. "Oh wonderful." Asterion responded, "I suppose that he'll be in a really jolly mood then?" The guard scoffed at Asterion's words and shook his head in irritation, "Look lad, just shut yer gob and--"
You see, the thing about thieves, true thieves, is that you should seldom look away from them. Always keep one eye trained on their person. They will always take an opportunity when it comes along, and in most cases said opportunity usually comes at the cost of another's valuables, or possibly their life depending on that particular thief’s point of view. But sometimes, just sometimes mind, a true thief will purposefully get themselves caught. Not for any particular reason, perhaps just to add a bit more of a thrill to the chase that is bound to come afterward. Just that little bit of an extra push that makes the euphoria you experience at the end of the trial that much more rewarding. Asterion the Great, though still a fool, is certainly great. For in the moment that guard closed his eyes Asterion’s hands had slipped, using his blood as a lubricant, from his binds and in one swift motion he had pulled loose the bindings and wrapped them around the guard’s neck. Now, the thing about this certain thief's point of view is that, he's not really a killer. While he hasn't got it in him to take a life he can still seriously injure people without any issues. And thus, suffocation was his primary goal as the guard’s body went limp beneath the ropes. Patience and surprises go hand in hand.
"Well now." Asterion spoke out loud again, seemingly to the unconscious body, "I wonder what keys to where you have on you, eh?" As he spoke his hands had begun to deftly search the pockets of the man’s uniform, his ears fine-tuned to search out the jangle of a ring of keys. Footsteps echoed through the hallway, though from which direction they were coming was hard to discern, especially for Asterion who was still looking out for the jangle of keys. At the last minute a man in similar attire to the unconscious one on the floor rounded a corner of the hallway speaking as he went, "Hey, Gabe, govern--" before he was able to continue his message however a fist came crashing into his mouth, sending him momentarily hurtling backwards into the ground, his gun thrown away from him. Asterion had leapt over the man’s body before he could react and shouted behind him as he ran down the corridor, "You know the thing about thieves? We never stop to apologise!" Just as quickly as Asterion had bounded down the corridor a sound of gunfire had shot off behind him, though it hadn't seemed to be aimed at the thief, but instead a warning shot in the air. "Should've knocked him out as well.." Grumbled Asterion before he turned sharply and leapt forward, arms raised in protection of his head, through a weak framed window.
The smashing glass fell in a shower to the alley below, no doubt for a future drunk to fall into and harm themselves, and Asterion landed on the rooftop opposite to the house which towered above, tiles sliding beneath his wrapped feet. Another important thing to note about Asterion the Great, is that he is well equipped for all situations, or most at least. In this case he had purposefully the night before coated the bottom of his foot wraps in a sticky solution - specifically made for the texture of tiles and brick - so as to be able to run across roofs without a care in the world. Alarm bells rang out through the air as Asterion ran across the slippery tiles, wet with the morning dew no doubt, leaping gaps between roofs where necessary and judging in advance whether or not it was life risking to him.
And Asterion kept running across those roofs, slipping very rarely on wet patches, until he reached his den, his and his comrades haven among the streets --an abandoned house with working utilities. He dropped down to the cobbled street below, being sure on landing not to break anything important, and stood beneath an awning hiding from the cold, while his hand behind him rapped on the door in three quick knocks before pausing for a forth. As his mouth spoke the magic word, "Abracadabra."