A Thief's Company [Private]

Setsuna, the thief, was leaning against the wall of a warehouse after he walked around the whole building, his hands casually I his pockets as he contemplated on his next step towards securing money he had to pay back to the “Employer”. He taps his fingers against his thigh within his pockets, seemingly going in rhythm with the birds chirping within the trees around him. Setsuna’s attire consists of a sleeveless white shirt, revealing his sleeve of tattoos on his whole left arm. He also wore a pair of black jeans that are accompanied with black sneakers. His brown hair is left loose to hang down, passing his ears and barely touching his shoulders.  As for his accessories, he has on black out aviator style shades, as well as a red bandanna tied around his neck which hangs loose in front of his chest. Two katana’s in their respected sheaths are strapped against his thin slender body, crossed together on his back, the hilts pointing upwards. Plus, two weapon pouches strapped to back of his waist, one of both the left and right side.

It was a good day, a well-lit afternoon with the soon hanging above the warehouse. He was a lot more relax now than before, more reassured. He just had a feeling that his luck would turn out better, that fate might just take a chance and be generous to an upcoming thief like himself.

7500 ryo, that was the amount owed. If there was a lesson that he learned from this, was that he will never steal randomly in or around the black market ever again. Everyone was just too well connected. The time it took him to get caught between his petty lifts and switches was just a little too quick. In fact, the more he thought about it, he realized that one of his biggest mistakes was not wearing a mask. He laughs a bit at himself, what an amateur move he thought. So caught up with the money he forgot to insure himself with safe guards and protection.  

He quickly looks over to the right, glancing at the only, locked entrance, to the warehouse.

‘I wonder who is going to miss this’, he asked mentally.

Dante had been walking along the black market, having done some business in putting an item he wanted on layaway, as he looked around at his surroundings and wondered what else he could do. He didn't bother wearing a cloak, since he knew he was within a fairly safe haven and no one here would report him out, as he wore his usual red trench coat and other usual clothing while walking around. It would be here that he noticed someone leaning against the wall of a warehouse by it's entrance, hands in pockets and seemingly taking a glance at the entrance door every so often, while Dante looked around and had noticed that there wasn't many other people around besides market dealers and themselves. From where Dante stood the warehouse and the man was about 20 meters away and being as Dante couldn't recognize the man he could only assume that they were waiting for something and Dante didn't want to possibly interrupt them from doing so. He would thus shrug and continue on to make a trip down the road in order to try and find a way in order to make himself more money and get the item he wanted.

With the lock in view, he lifts his back off from the rusted iron wrought wall of the warehouse, and makes his way over to the thick chained lock. His right hand reaching over across chest to grab the hilt of the sword on his back left side. He planned to swing the katana downwards towards the lock in one swift slash to break it open, the contents inside of this warehouse, would aid him in the very near future. That is, if his recon proved right. However, before he could go through with it, he notices a wanderer off towards the right of him, 20 meters or so. He stops his advancement towards the lock, his hand still on the hilt tapping it with his index finger.

‘Who the hell is that? There shouldn’t be anyone here for miles’, he thought. However, he then suspects that maybe, this was fate’s doing? How convenient that he was just thinking about this no too long ago, just now actually. In reality, Setsuna really wasn’t in to the higher power or faith, however, he did believe in opportunity. You can’t let chances like these pass you by; you always have to take your shot. Plus, all the crazy shit Setsuna has to deal with now that he is in deep with the Employer, this might be the perfect time to, lighten the load. He was desperate, and he needed to come up with money fast, by any mean.

Glancing at his hilt, he removes his hand from the hilt, but remains on guard. Although it was he who sought this wanderer out, he was a stranger never the less. He now faces towards the traveling stranger and calls out to him. He does two sharp whistles twice towards the wanderer’s direction, attempting to get his attention.

“Hey, you! Yeah you over there! What’s your name!?” He said this all while placing his hands around his waist, more so towards the back near his weapon pouches.

Dante had the feeling that he was being watched as he made his attempt to continue along his path. It wasn't long before he was stopped by the whistles of the guy who he had been observing a bit earlier as he stopped walking and turned around to look at the guy. He was then asked for his name which gave Dante the impression either this guy was someone from another village after him and wanting to collect on a reward or just some dude that liked to talk to strangers. Either way it didn't matter. Though he did take notice of the katana that the stranger was holding.

"I'm Dante!"

He couldn't tell what the guy was up to but, given that he seemed to be paying extra special attention to the door beside him, perhaps he was looking to break through it's lock?

"It's only common courtesy you give me your name in return, don't you think?!"

The thief stares towards the man named, Dante. He observes Dante, now still.

Setsuna notes Dante’s tall and muscular frame.

Not noticing any village headbands displayed, which meant there was good chance he wasn’t a dog catcher. No ties to a village, just wanderers out here just trying to make a living. Plus, that was the last thing he needed right now, Shinobi out and about. There was too much to do in so little time to be met with such delays. And what better to aid his endeavors right now than his new tall muscular company, Dante.

“Setsuna!”, he said. His response was short and to the point. Most of his attention was still focused on the warehouse, the contents inside to be exact. Lifting his left hand from his waist, while still keeping an eye on, Dante, he raises his arm and points towards the tall warehouse behind him with his thumb. “Dante!”, he said with a loud stern tone, his eyes narrowed slightly, only to widen seconds after upon his request. “You want to help me with this!? There’s some money in it if you do! All I need you to do is help me move some stuff out of here.” Setsuna planned to raid this warehouse with the help of this new stranger, to see if he was really an alright guy. It truly would benefit the both of them if Setsuna’s intuition was right. Aside from that, he'd also hoped he would help because he didn't really enjoy yelling out loud near the abandoned warehouse.

Dante listened to what this 'Setsuna' character had to say as he looked around at the surroundings in order to make certain the two of them were alone. This wasn't exactly a conversation best carried out shouting at the top of their lungs, after all, as Dante would then walk up to the door so that they could continue their conversation a bit closer. He gave the lock a look, considering his options as he did so, before looking to Setsuna.

"So what all is supposed to be in here?"

He thought about whether or not it was wise to break open the lock as he heard the chains rattle and clink back into place to bar anyone from entering.

Setsuna nods as watching, Dante make his way over to the warehouse. He could use his help to unload the supplies from the warehouse. Although, Setsuna himself could have done so by himself, but, it would have taken him a considerably amount of time to do so; not to mention, the thief did not have much time on his hands from the start. So, if Setsuna could knock off the warehouse at a faster rate, he’d preferable do so anytime.

“It’s nothing too complicated, I just need you to help me move some equipment from this warehouse. Like I said, if you help me out, I’ll let you in on this job I’m working on. This warehouse houses a lot of black market items, shit that could get you... from what I could guess, five years if you get caught with possession of.

As for who owns this places, let just say they probably won’t be missing it”, the warehouse was old and run down. Even the lock was rusted. A big clue that this structure has been around for a long time, Setsuna raises his eyebrow in thought. The more he thought about the warehouse, the more he wondered why this place wasn’t looted before.

This wasn’t the first time Setsuna was here. In fact, Setsuna has been here twice on recon. He used his clan's eyes on both trips, going off images he saw through the walls of the warehouse. A lot of the stuff had village   He made sure to sweep the area for any footsteps, animal droppings, or any other signs of activity. All which lead to nothing. It was kind of strange.  

"So, are you in?”

If, Dante agrees to help out, Setsuna crosses his arms up wards and reaches for the hilts of his katanas. Grabbing them, he places himself in front of the lock and with ease unsheathes them as he swiftly slashes downwards, the lock and chain now dismantled and falls down to the ground.

“I Hope you are ready for this work out.”

Dante had never been one to back away from something he deemed necessity. Indeed he was much in need of money and, being as this was the closest thing on hand that offered the chance at it, he thus nodded upon being asked the question about whether or not he was in on the break in. He had seen Setsuna gripping the hilts of blades that he kept to his side as he could surmise that he intended to cut the lock off. He agreed that such a job required speed in order to perform and breaking the lock open was certain a very quick way of going about things. He thus stood aside while keeping a lookout of the area to see if anyone was coming as Setsuna cut open the lock. Making certain no one was coming his focus returned to the entrance as he was told he would be getting a work out in.

"Eh. All the more better. Don't want any flubber getting in the way of swinging a sword."

Dante gave the exterior of the warehouse a look as he tried to piece exactly what kind of stuff such a normal looking warehouse would store. Weapons? Armors? Secret stuff reserved for ninja villages? It didn't really matter to him as he was operating under the promise that it would net him money, or at least get him considered to partake in a job to make money, as he watched the lock and chain that barred entrance through the front door fall. Upon the lock and chain falling onto the ground before the door Dante would open it quickly in order to allow both Setsuna and himself to enter. He'd give one more backward glance to make certain no one was coming before entering and turning to look around the building to see what all there was to carry out.

With the help of, Dante, everything was assured to go much faster than previously planned. With the extra muscle, Setsuna figured that the two could perhaps lift even more gear out of the warehouse. Setsuna had only planned for a few items, due to his plans only involving himself; however, that was no longer the case. Setsuna watches Dante enter the warehouse, with Setsuna following behind.

Now inside the old warehouse, he scans the many crates ahead of him. He remembers which crates held what from his last recon scout here. He was looking for a long heavy duty crates with red tape, two green boxes with white Xs, and one red crate. Among further inspection, he glances of to his right, towards the corner and sees two hand carts and wheel barrel. Although, one of hand carts was in fact broken, they were important as they were the only means of, Setsuna carrying them out here. Well, until, Setsuna arrived. He then stops his movement, and looks towards, Dante’s direction ahead.

“Alright, were looking for four crates, one of them is long heavy duty brown crates with red tape on the, those are the one we are going to look for first. It should have a 2 foot idol in there, which should resemble a chest of some kind. It looks really heavy last I checked, you and I going to get that and places it over there near wheel barrel”, he points towards the corner he previously looked towards with the sword still in his hands. His tone was low and soft, there was no need to rush the job.

Setsuna, knew where it was, he just wanted to see how fast, Dante could locate it.

“Also, when we find it, we are going to take our time. We can’t damage it. Not even a chip, otherwise, we can’t do the job and all this would be for nothing”, he leaves a pause after, letting Dante know the importance of the piece. The way he handles this would give more insight on, Dante’s work ethics. Setsuna would never work with someone on a high profile heist if his partners weren’t cautious with their work.

“So, I’ll go look over here on the right, you can take the left”, he said, moving off to find the crate.

As Dante stepped into the warehouse he made note to take in the surroundings as he could see multiple boxes of stuff most neatly organized and some... not so much. It seemed this was going to be a job that, as he suspected, was going to take a little muscle to accomplish in order to get things in order. This was going to be among his first jobs and, while he didn't have experience in this sort of thing, he was going to give it 100% nevertheless. Making certain to close the door behind them after taking the chain and lock from the outside and putting it into an empty crate nearby he stepped a ways over to the left of the door as he couldn't help but note how old some of the stuff in there was. There were also boxes that were layered in dust. He would think about what these boxes could've contained before his train of thought became interrupted by way of Setsuna speaking of them looking for four crates. Their first objective being that of a long box covered in tape. Dante's eyes would scan the room upon Setsuna giving the description of the crate as he would go on to tell Dante what was inside. He couldn't see anything from his position quite yet. He knew he was going to have to move around a bit to find this taped up crate. Upon the mention of "taking their time" upon finding it and making certain they didn't break anything Dante chuckled.

"Relax, man. Long as things go smooth and no one interrupts us I guarantee I'll deliver on making certain we get that idol out of here. That and whatever other three things we need."

Upon saying this he would be asked to look along the left of the warehouse which, luckily, he was already well on his way in that direction as he looked along the shelves at crates to try and find what they were searching for. He had questions, of course, as to whether or not Setsuna already knew what they were looking for due to seeming to know exactly what they looked like and how? Was this a job someone else was making him do? Did he ask Dante to join simply for the help or for other purposes? Questions like these occupied his mind though he didn't think too much on it as he looked mainly for any crates that were longer than others.

His eyes would stumble upon one crate with red tape around it as he walked over and pulled out a kunai in order to deliver a precise cut along any parts of tape that kept the crate shut and then he would open it, making certain that he kept quiet while doing so, as he looked inside and found what looked to be a chest, sort of, though it was two feet long just as Setsuna had described. Finding this Dante looked over to Setsuna and gave a small "Psst!" to him before beckoning Setsuna over with his head.

"This what you're looking for?"

He would wait for Setsuna to approach and give his answer before doing anything else.