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The figure moved stealthily across the floor, almost bare feet moving silently over the tile. The masculine, almost athletic body this figure owned was clad in the epitome of a skin-tight suit, made out of a special kind of... Rubber, almost. It was made to make sure no DNA evidence or clothing evidence got left behind. Specially fitted for its current wearer, covering from toe-to-neck. And then there was the mask. It neatly held his head, keeping any hair from straying out, eyes cut out but then covered in a light sheen of tinted plastic. Three thin lines were also cut near the mouth area to enable both muffled breathing and speaking, another hole sliced over where the right ear was located, a hole drilled near its twin for hearing abilities... And for a place for the headset, of course.

He was a proffesional. This was a PROFFESSION. He really looked and acted the part perfectly. Axel was clad in his 'special suit' ready to perform a 'special job'. Ready to delve back into his real life. After all, thievery was how he and his brother had been getting by since they were just children. Their passion for it had escelated greatly since then, and now this was their life. Axel's clothing and jobs were decided and created by his brother. Many people called his brother frightening or intimidating. Axel called him a '******** genious.'

Those eyes scanned the area, the thief's body going entirely rigid as a voice met his ear- but it was just the voice of his brother from inside the headset. "Yeah... Yeah... Alright." His voice was hushed, trained to be unheard by all but the person at the other end of the headset. And then he was off. He was off to the more high-security area of this shindig- his suit wasn't just for DNA and looks. It also withheld body heat so that he's hard to detect for security systems, and his own accuracy could easily get him around some lazers. Easy. This was what he lived for, after all.

After his little run about, he finally had it in his hand. A ruby that almost seemed to glow, that supposedly had pictograms within it.. Somehow. An ancient artifact. Brilliant. He dropped the jewel into the neckline of his suit, and then was finally on his way out, grinning to himself. He was in the clear. Perfect. And he didn't even have to use any weapons or anythi- he froze suddenly. Probably because there was someone standing RIGHT. INFRONT. OF. HIM. His heart stopped, his hand instantly going back to the rubber pouch at his back, seeking out a gun or a knife. He was ready for self defence.

Two narrowed eyes examined both the female and what she sought out, the male's switchblade already drawn out and extended in an almost threatening manner. This was his stomping ground- too many thieves in one place brought too much attention, and could lead to clumsiness and accidents. It wasn't safe. He might need to dispose of the competition, not that this was unusual to him. He drew himself closer, taking in the appearance of his current 'opponent', deciphering how big of a threat they were and how much trouble he'd cause if he really did take her out... But then a feeling of recognition came to him. Perhaps it was just a coinsidence. It could have been anyone.

But those ears, tail, feel, hair? His knife, which was poised to go straight forward and press to her throat didn't follow its usual course. Shock filled him. "Bree?" That trained voice finally muttered from behind the mask of rubber, the hand wielding the blade lowering uncertainly. He was almost certain of this.. But almost certain was never good enough, only CERTAIN was.

The male relaxed slightly- he'd been right... But then the other was pointing, and a voice was muttering in his ear from his headset. He needed to get out of here... And now. He smiled slightly. So they were coming... Let them come. They wouldn't catch him, and he knew it. He slipped back towards where he started, moving an entire floor tile and slipping down beneath the floor before sliding it back over.

He left a crack open, though, peering out to watch as some guards stalked past. He was lucky he'd hit this museum so many times, as he and his brother had by now carved a tunnel in. He probably would have had to fight if it weren't for this tunnel.. He stayed still even aftert hey were gone, watching to make sure that Bree was alright.. And to make sure he hadn't gotten in her way. He muttered something quietly into his headset.

A hand joined hers on her leg, "Imagine seeing you here." A warmth was suddenly pressed against her back, the feeling of another's body, breath on her ear. He was a master at being undetected, working around guard dogs and alarm systems. Moving silently was something he had mastered.

His mask was off, and tucked comfortably underneath his elbow. He chuckled softly, and in his ear buzzed a voice coming through on his headset. He chose to ignore it for now. Surely whatever his brother was spouting at him wasn't all that important. "Small world." He gave a sly smile towards her, acting surprisingly calm for someone who's secret had just become exposed to someone he knew. Another thief, nonetheless. His identity was now known. Oh well, it wasn't like Axel to get all worked up over something. Ever. "Why, young lady, what brings you here at this time of the night?"

A soft chuckle rumbled from the young man's throat, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips. It had been awhile since he'd seen his.. 'Friend.' He currently had a more rugged look about him, stubble lining his chin and his eyes sharp. There was something about him, and maybe that was what drew women to him... He was much like a storm. Dark, and potentially dangerous. "Is that so?" His eyes met hers.

His voice was no louder than a whisper, trained and slightly husky--it got that way after he got a good adrenaline rush, and he sure had one when the guards had approached moments ago, "Be careful what you wish for." He arched a brow just slightly before moving forward to press their lips together.

Axel's hands slid to rest on her lower back, stroking up and down lightly. He gave her one of his cocky smirks, "I'm more than confident." He ran his hands lower and pressed in, drawing her closer. Another voice from his headset, another phrase ignored. He pressed his lips to hers again softly, eyes slipping closed.

And then, from out of nowhere came a man of incredible heght and muscle, one large hand clamping over Axel's shoulder. "The hell is going on here?" He was an intimidating looking fellow, ugly and covered in horrendous scarring. He tapped the shorter man's headset, "I've been ******** trying to get ahold of you. You had me worried."

Axel turned his head to smile up at his brother, "Sorry about that, brother. Won't happen again..." His hand lightly pinched where it had been resting. "Just got a little... Distracted."

The larger of the two glowered down upon the female skeptically.

Axel's brother removed his shades in one swift motion, revealing the previously hidden horrible scarring of his face that surrounded and went over his eyes. The scars extended onto his actual eyeballs, which were glazed and close to sightless. It was an almost frightening sight. He squinted down upon the woman before promptly, 'harumph'ing. "We don't have time for your games this time, Axel." He chose to ignore this lady for now--he usually didn't aquaint himself with his brothers playmates. They came and go so quickly he didn't feel the need.

Axel smiled slyly, "But this is so much more fun." He arched his brows, but after gazing upon the unchanging face of his sibling he sighed softly. He lifted one of his hands, patting the tall man on his shoulder. "Alright, buddy. No worries. It wasn't even that big of a job, you know..." He chuckled softly, "I can't believe you'd think I'd get in trouble with such mediocre guards... But I guess we'd better be getting back soon.."

He looked back to Bree, "Why don't you come too? My brother will only be around for a short while, and Nero's already sleeping..."

Said brother snorted.