Million Dollar Steal

AN: home free! Right?

Knox croaked and reached for Broken’s face. “You’re dyin’, this is really gross…” Broken humoured him in his last moments. “Bro… ken…” he breathed out one final time and slumped over. “Gross, gross, gross..” Broken wiggled away and rummaged for a towel in the kitchen. “I thought you did this all the- if the next word out of your mouth is about cooties so help me I’ll make you into slippers.” Eve interrupted herself.

Broken scrubbed his cheek raw then went to take care of all the tedious bits. He smashed every security camera in the apartment and all the ones outside in the entryway. “You’re making a mess.” Eve watched him climb up to the higher parts of the ceiling to smash the cameras up there. “Who’s gonna care..? Knox…?” He ripped the camera clean out of the wall and held it out to Eve. “Catch…”

”Catch?!” She held her arms out. He tossed her the camera and went back to smashing. She stared at the sparking mess of wires connected to the base. “You’re not seriously taking this home are you?” He jumped to the ground and shook glass from his hands. “Load the truck with as much wine as’ll fit.. each vase in here is worth at least 50 grand, jewelry box is in the bedroom turn on the light switch furthest from the door to pop it open, closet is full of designer shit go do some shoppin’…”

The two of them looted the apartment from top to bottom. All the fancy vases, the whole jewelry box, every last bottle of wine and a business card for where to buy more, and anything else that could fit down the stairs. Now this was an appropriate use of the Other. Eve picked the closet dry of clothes, Knox had everything in there. Dress shirts, suits, bathrobes, pyjamas, fancy pants, regular pants, and everything was designer. With the amount she took she probably would have had an easier time getting the whole wardrobe back home, which she definitely considered, it was solid maple and beautiful.

They cleaned the place out and reconvened at the front doors. “The wine cellar is empty.” Eve hummed proudly. “As is the closet, of anything good anyway.” “The closet… that fucker…” Broken spun on his heel and stormed into the bedroom, digging through the leftovers. “Motherfucker…!” He grabbed a handful of shirts that were very clearly his.

”I left those for a reason.” Eve said as he walked back down the hall. “Fucker said he gave these back.. knew I didn’t lose ‘em…” he held up the shirts to inspect. Assorted band shirts, shockingly unoteworthy coming from Knox’s closet. They were Broken’s alright. “If you’re done let’s go, we’ve got a truck full of goodies to get back home.” She lead the way out the door.

They snuck the last of their things out in the Other, got the truck closed up and loot covered, then went all the way back upstairs to go down again normally. Covering their tracks and all. They crawled into the truck and drove off in silence, peeking in the mirrors to make sure they weren’t followed. “How are you going to tell Remus where you got all of this?” Eve played around with a fancy bracelet she stole.

”Gonna show him when we get home…” Broken shrugged. She turned to look at him. “You’re going to tell him we stole a million dollars worth of stuff? From your ex?” “Far as Reem is concerned I took you shoppin’…” he flicked his tail. He won’t really lie to Remus… right?