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 Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 12:07 am
Remy glanced into a window of a home in the French quarter owned by a man known for priceless paintings. Remy almost laughed the security system was a joke he used a glass cutter to cut into a window pane, but he held onto the cut glass tight pulling it out of the hole he had just made. He stuck the glass onto the edge of the roof. There was a security wire attached to the window sill. "Say da good byes, cheri.”
He reached his arm through the hole he had made and snipped the wire with cutters. He never left home with out them reaching up higher, and flicked the lock on the window pushing it open. He had one last task for the guild of thieves. His wife was in a deep coma never to awaken, and he was running he couldn’t bare to watch her waste away to nothing. Belladonna his one true love once he completed this task he would be far from her.
Remy slipped through the window he moved to the hall. The painting he was looking for wasn’t far. He jumped to the railing that wound around the hall in the direction of the painting. He leaped from the railing using his quarter staff to hold him in the air both ends stuck in a corner of the ceiling. He flipped so he was hanging by his knees the painting had alarm lights child’s play.
“Like stealing da candy from da baby.”Remey slid one hand in between the lasers not getting anywhere close to them the other went in over the lights. He lifted the painting in the one hand using the other to steady it he removed the hand that had been between the lasers, and moved it over the top of them like the other he gripped the painting in both hands lifting it out from the alarm system. The painting was of Little Boy Blue. He tucked the painting under one arm the other he used to grip his quarter staff freeing his legs he hung by one arm he gave the staff a twist and fell silently to the ground. He took the same course he had coming in to go back out again.
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 6:48 pm
Remy made it out of the mansion without incident the painting tucked now securely in a bag. He was racing along alley ways, and skidded to a halt outside a seedy looking bar. "I zee you have made it add lazed.'' A man that had grey hair streaked with red stepped out of the shadows. "The painting." He held out a well manacured hand.
Remy pushed the bag out to him. "Cheri don act like Remy has kept you waiting it took less dime ta do den planed." He glared at the man he had once called father. "dat is da last dime Remy has finished doin your work ya here, Remy is done paying for goin against ya, and marrying your daughter." He ignored any protest the man started to make to him, he didn't care if he sent the whole family out after him. He was done he was out of the place he no longer cared to call home.
A small time latter found the Cajun on a plane destined for Canada he had heard there would be good work for a thief out there. Remy could strike out on his own, he could take care of himself, and his family would never think to look for him there. He had changed quickly out of the clothes from the robbery, and was now dressed in a bright blue turtle neck and black jeans.
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