InsaneJournal

Who: Ray (narrative)
What: Stealing Item Number 3
When: During the blackout
Where: Benedict's Office
Warnings: Does stupidity count?



The last item proved to be the most difficult, complicated further by his recent injuries. The burns along his torso and arm had begun to blister painfully, and he had spent most of the previous day hiding the injury from Peter. Their relationship was still strained, and the fact that he was actually thankful for that should have been a red flag that he was headed down a long and winding path that would be difficult to walk his way out of. Instead, Ray just used it to his advantage, avoiding Peter as he had been ever since the man came home from his business trip.

Instead of trying to build his relationship back up with Peter, Ray focused on the one activity he knew would drive them further apart. The thrill of the thefts was still running through his veins as he contemplated how to steal the ancient Roman artifacts from Benedict Sablier's office. Time was ticking, and he wasn't getting any closer to figuring out a plan of attack. And then, the power went out.

It took Ray a few minutes to realize what happened, but when it became clear the lights weren't returning anytime soon, he knew he had an opportunity he couldn't pass up. He moved as quickly as he could, dressing in dark colors and grabbing another messenger bag and gently pulling it over his shoulder. He slipped quietly out of his apartment and began walking. It took him a while to get to Benedict's office, but it hardly mattered. Without power, the security system was down, which meant his job was incredibly easy.

The power outage also meant a lot of stairs. By the time Ray made it up to Benedict's office, he was very obviously winded. He braced himself against the door to the office, forgetting that he wasn't wearing gloves. He pulled himself upright and pulled on only one glove, unable to bear the latex over the burns and oblivious to the fact that his prints were on the door frame. He opened the office door with the gloved hand and tried to be careful as could with the other. He located the Roman items the woman had specified and carefully placed them into the messenger bag, brushing his un-gloved hand against the fabric of his coat and the fabric that was wrapped around the pillar that housed the artifacts. More DNA he left behind, but he hadn't noticed.

Instead, he made his way back down the stairs, much more leisurely this time. It took him a great deal of time to make it to the drop point given the reaction to the blackout. By the time he made it back to his apartment, Ray was practically dead on his feet. How he made it to his bed, he wouldn't have been able to say.