Who ? Keegan and Mateo Holt Where ? Car between NYC and home When ? Saturday evening What ? A pleasant drive home from a not so pleasant evening
Mateo had been a little apprehensive at first, worried about all the things that could go horribly wrong, but once he and his brother were in the thick of things, vandalizing the New York Times building and the home of the newspaper's owner, it really started to grow on him. He was able to take his nerves out on the computers and the offices, stealing anything that looked like it might be valuable and making a mess of everything else. They didn't need a technopath to really assault the network, not with Keegan who could fry absolutely everything plugged into an outlet anywhere in the building with only a little effort. Mateo would never admit it but there were, apparently, some things his brother was good for.
He liked trashing the owner's house much more than the building, it was far more personal. He could imagine the family who had gone into town for dinner, coming home to find that their home had been ransacked. The feeling of vulnerability and invasion was one thing, the fear was the other. The children would probably be too afraid to go to sleep. It was pretty funny. He'd taken only one thing from the home and was examining it now as he listened to his iPod on the drive home. It was a pretty, expensive, and definitely worthy trophy. He knew it was stupid to keep that sort of thing, especially after he'd gone out of his way to leave no trace evidence behind by wearing a hat and gloves, but he had to have taken something. He was going to give it to Elisabet, it would look nice on her.