someone had to do it
Chapter 4
Well, Someone Had To Do It.
So. Here we are, all dressed to impress. Me in my tight black jeans, black T and Black jumper. Add in the black shoes, socks and fucking boxers you have a fucking walking cliche, all I need is the black balaclava. Wait, scratch that, Mikey just pulled one out of his bag. Not sure if I have said this before but what a prick. At least its not all bad. I could look like Tash now. She's sporting the stereotypical Essex girl attire. Which means she's orange and has pretty much no clothes on. I don’t envy her one bit and I’m the one that's putting up all the risk. She's just sitting on one of the beds muttering to herself. I think she's working on her accent. She is good at stuff like that. She is my distraction in case the shit hits the fan. Which it will, its me. Her and Mikey will have a domestic right outside his house. I’m not entirely sure what they plan to do exactly but time shall tell. Hopefully I wont need them. Sam is dressed in normal skivvies, though not his usual. A big buffer jacket and his pants hanging low. He looks so silly I couldn’t help but laugh. He doesn’t care its for the job so he will be whoever.
Speaking of Sam. We slept in the same bed again, in the same position, yep in the same position. God it is like heaven, the feel of his body heat. The way that his chest raises and falls. He smells divine and I cant help but just want to smell that smell all the time. We were all watching TV last night. Just whatever was on, I don’t really know I was just enjoying Sam’ company. Tash was on the other single bed and Mikey was sitting on the sofa. Both fixed to the TV. I on the other hand was doing the same thing to begin with, me and Sam were just sitting side by side on the bed, that was until Sam shuffled around a bit. He nearly kicked me off doing so but he grabbed me just before I went and pulled me onto his lap. I don’t say anything as he wraps his arms around me and I snuggled in.
I did see, in the periphery of my vision, Tash and Mikey both look at us but they don’t say anything. So that was how we remained until everyone decided it was time to get some rest. I did think I saw Mikey give Sam a weird look.
That leads us to the here and now. All of us ready to earn ourselves a payday. Me and Sam are walking to the mark. Mikey and Tash are getting the bus to the nearest corner shop to the mark’s. They are getting booze so they are good and ripe smelling if and when they need to do their thing. They will be in position when the time comes. Its the world cup and England are playing Argentina. Apparanty the mark is a big fan of football and everything else takes a back seat when England is playing. This is why today was the day we chose. The mark will be with a friend but both these guys were so big you could mistake them for one of the Hutz off of Star Wars so once they had their food, drink and the football was on I should be able to walk in and out like I own the place.
As we walk Sam grabs my hand, I find this comforting as I start to go through the layout in my head. With me going in on the second floor I will need to go down a set of stairs to get to his office. The door to the right as I get down the stairs. 3-32-7-16-44. I repeat this mantra in my head over and over. Fixing it into my brain as if repetition is super glue. “You okay?” startles me out of my stupor
“Yeah. I’m fine. Just going over the plan in my head making sure I got it all down.” He nods is head
“I know you’ll be fine, you've done this type of thing before, besides your you.” He makes that sound like that's the end of the argument and that just solves any issue that I might face. He's cute when he wants to be. We arrive shortly before 9 o’clock. A few minutes before I go. Nerves haven't hit me till now just like always. I will be fine I know I will I can teleport so that makes me feel a little better but that still doesn’t change the fact that I’m about to rob a man, in is own home, of things that will probably get him locked up. Never sounds nice when you say things like that.
“Its time.” I nod to Sam and he gets into position as do I. With easy he lifts me and I grab the top of the wall and climb up. I take one more look at Sam and he smiles pulls his walkie talkie out of his pocket and shakes it at me. I get what he's saying but not saying. I will be here just call. Only issue with the walkies is that mine has to be turned down so it doesn’t make a noise. It would not be good for it to go off while I’m in there. So I can call out if need be but I cant really receive once in there. With the guys all hovering around the house, they can see through windows and stuff like that so it would be handy to have two way communications but I take what I can get, anyway I can turn it up if I need to once I’m out. That way I can rally up with the guys if we get split up.
Getting my mind in gear and turn and look at where I have to go. The walls are narrow and sloped until I get to the end where I can get close to the houses main wall. My heart is beating steady and I'm in full concentration mode. It doesn’t take me two minutes to reach it and from here where I can see the garden of the house I’m needing to get across. From here I'm thinking of just teleporting but I'm sure I can get across this next bit, so with confidence building, I do. I walk along a wooden beam. Its just s cheap roof that's been screwed into the already existing garden walls. Something to keep the rain off of you while your outside in the patio area. Its even more narrow and a bit rickity but I made it with little to no noise. Though I’m sure I heard someone from inside say “Bloody Cats.” Not sure whether I should take that as a compliment or an insult.
One more garden to get across and a little climb. This one was substantially harder, the wall I'm standing on seems just as narrow as the wooden beam Ive just walked over. There is nothing but a tine two inch ledge where the builders put a line of vertical bricks slightly bigger than the others used in the rest of the building. Taking a deep breath I turn to face the houses main wall and hunker up against it. I grip the bricks with my finger tips wherever I can. All my weight is bearing down on my two big toes as I shuffle alone. Its scary I'm not going to lie. I could here the football game going on in the room below me. I'm hearing cries and cheers as the few guys in there scream at the TV. I couldn’t help think, if all guys are like that, because both Mikey and Sam sure are, why am I not. I honestly couldn’t care less. Not something to be dwelling on now. I finally get to the other side where I can grab onto a old cast iron drainpipe to help get my balance as I step off the narrow ledge and onto the side wall. Looking up and to my right I see the balcony that I'm looking for.
Getting both hands on the drainpipe I place a foot about hip height on the houses main wall to the right of the pipe. Doing the same with my left and supporting my weight with my arms and legs I start to walk up the pipe like a monkey. I have no doubt that if anyone of them were watching that, I’m going to have the piss ripped out of me. Getting myself high enough that I can grab the ledge and pull myself up and over. Feeling like I have just accomplished something I give myself a little smile but swiftly getting on my hands and knees and start to crawl through the doggie door. It doesn’t do anyone any good to pat yourself on the back for too long.
Once I get my head and one arm in I'm greeted but the worst sound I could have ever imagined. A low growl and I slowly move my head to the left and see the unmistaken silhouette of a dog, a small stocky dog. It barks and I shit myself. Bringing my hand up I point it at the dog and with all my god given might and pull on my magic and shoot the dog with silence and stillness magic. Immediately it stopped its barking and didn’t move. “quiet Trevor the match is on, you can come out when its finished.” my head darts to the sound. There is a guy on the other side of the door. What the fuck… the dog was not meant to be here. Fuck fuck fuck. Taking a few deep calming breaths I steady myself. I slowly walk over to the door and put my ear to it. I cant here anything, he must be back downstairs.
I'm in a bedroom. Looking around I get the impression this isn't the one that is used often. While everything looks as ostentatious as most houses like this are, it looked like it had a fine layer of dust. Like no one has been in for a while. Its missing all the things you would expect from someone personal space. It looks like a show room. So i'm thinking a spare bedroom. Gently I pull the handle down on the door. I slowly ease it open. Dipping my head into the hall I take a peak either side. No one is here so I step out. I'm on a short hallway about twenty feet long and stairs off to the right. Two doors to my left I know to be the main bedroom and bathroom and the door to my right is a closet. I don’t need these rooms. I'm not here for just anything. So I make my way down the stairs. I hear the almighty-est cry of “gooooaaaaaaaallllllll” that makes me take pause. The commotion going on on the ground floor I use to my advantage and take the steps quickly.
The floor below is not much different from the one above. Except it also has stairs coming down to this foor to. The room I want is off to the right of the stairs and on my right hand side. I open the door slowly. Its not the right room. This Just seems to be storage. There are old broken toys skattered all over. Books strooned about haphazardly, cardboard boxes covered in layers of think grime. I close the door just as slowly as I opened it. Cries of jeers echo from before. I turn and take the other door into consideration. Knowing that the information we have been given is faulty at best I'm just going to have to wing it. See always turns to shit. Laughing at myself internally I open the door. I'm greeted by a pool table and a darts board. So defiantly not the room I’m after. Again closing the door I walk to the other side of the hall and try the other door. Its locked. Oh for fuck sake. Pulling the old trusty lock pick kits I get to work. Its just an internal lock mechanism they don’t tend to make these to hard. If it was the lock to the back door then I would need a lot more time.
Ten minutes of frustrating myself to death playing with the worlds most fiddly lock. Okay so he put some money into these locks. Did he have an idea something like this was going to happen. Putting details like that to the side for later I open the door. Ive been listening intently to the noises going on the ground floor and its not given me need for concern. Getting in I see this is exactly the room I’m after. I know the safe is behind the painting. Huh? There is no painting. He's moved the rooms around so I have to try and find the safe. Its not anywhere obvious. I go to the desk and I sit at his chair.
Okay so I'm paranoid that someone is out to get me or at least my things. Worried enough that I would move the house around, add extra strong locks. What is the chances that he's changed the combination on the safe too. I cant believe this all of this work for nothing. I cant even find the safe. Jerking the chair to one side so I can remove myself from the desk I bang my toe on something hard and I have to stiffle a yelp. Oh shit that hurt so much. Ignoring the throbbing in my little toe I look under the desk. Well I found the safe isn't tha… no. nonononono. He didn’t? He couldn’t have? He went to all this trouble. Fuck it don’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Looking down I see the front of the safe slightly a jar. Like he closed it in a hurry but didn’t do it properly do it didn’t lock.
Taking my good fortune I grab the black box. There was a few velvet bags so I grab them too. Putting them in m bag and zipping it up a little bit of light shines onto the desk and what I assumed to be papers for his business. Nope so very wrong it was stacks and stacks of twenty and fifty pound notes. All sealed like they have just come from a bank. Well I'm not silly. I'm not going to go out of my way to take anything not asked to but when its just this easy. I fill the bag with roughly equal amounts of each. I couldn’t fill my bag to much as I had to get it through the doggie door.
Leaving the door a jar to to be a twat, so he knows before he's gone to bed that he's been done in. walking up the stairs I hear a lot of talking no more screaming at the TV. Shit that means… half time break. “Lennod I'm just going to go to the bedroom and bring you that paper I was talking about earlier. They really do want to reclassify Pluto as a planet.” his accent is thick upper middle-class British. I hate the sound. But what I hate more is that Ive got some fat fuck about to walk up the stairs to the same floor I’m on going past the open door to his freshly robbed study. Do you remember me saying something about me and shit hitting the fan. Well now you get to witness it in all its fucked up glory.
I scraper as fast but as silently as I can. I know I have the magic still working so I don't worry to much about noise but what I didn’t think about when silencing my shoes is that it doesn’t stop the floor boards making a fucking noise. The guy heard it of that I'm sure his head darted up the stairs and called out “anybody there?” I obviously don’t answer and just slowly open the spare bedroom door and close it. “Lennon? Lennon? Did you go into my study at any point tonight.”
that was the only cue I needed I darted by the still still dog. I see its eyes darting trying to keep me in view. I push the bag thought the doggie door and leave the same way I came in. finally outside I cant spare time to enjoy the breeze as I here from the floor below. “Ive been robbed Lennon. Call the police.” the panic in the man's voice is evident. And I can here the doors being opened up and down the hall. Even if I do mange to get onto the wall and onto the ledge I couldn’t get back to where I started form before the mark comes into this bedroom. Sees his dog and opens the door to the balcony. Even if that not the case I don’t want to stick around and find out. Fuck it! I take a look around making sure no one can see or is going to be able to see, then I teleport. I should really call it apperating now but old habits and all that. With a pop I'm away and back in the street below I step into the shadow of the all making sure he cant see me but I can see him if he decides to open the door. Which, to my lack of surprise, he does. I can see him looking around frantically. Desperation deep into the lines on his face. I don’t smile. I don’t take joy in his suffering. I take joy in spending his cash that I earned.
He goes back inside and I can finally breath a bit turning up the volume on my walkie I radio the guys and tell them I’m good. Seconds after this I see Sam come around the corner and start walking towards me. He ducks down an ally to my left and I follow. He gets our clothes out and hands me mine. He starts changing and I cant help but have a little look. I see him in nothing but his undies all the time but for some reason it all feels different since coming here. He has treat me completely differently and I like it.
He catches me looking and smiles giving me one of those laughs that make my knees weak. “you can look you know. I don’t mind.” I go bright red and just quickly turn away and change as quick as I can. He laughs again but is now watching me. I don’t seem to mind so much in fact it seems that him watching me change, while making my cheeks burn, seemed to be something I wanted him to do. I want him to look at me and like what he sees. Which just seems weird to me. Ive never wanted anyone to see me naked before so why do I want him to do it know? I don’t get my answer. Instead he comes up behind me when I'm changing my T and touches my shoulders. He's very soft with my barely touching me but giving me massive butterflies as he does. He lowers his head so its just above my shoulder. His lips nearly touching my ear. I get shivers but the good kind as he whispers in to me. “I'm willing to do as much or as little as you like.” he starts to kiss up ad down my neck. He nibbles a bit and I’m loosing my mind. He makes me feel things Ive not felt before and I want all he can give me but I’m not sure if I can. Memories are sometimes hard things to ignore but if I can have these feelings all the time I would gladly try, something's in life are just worth doing even if your unsure or scared, they can sometimes be the most rewarding things you can do. I know, running away proved that to me.
My life would not be so happy and free had I not made that decision. I would never have been able to grow my magic. Make the friends I have and now something a bit more. Turning around I look him in the eyes, red burning cheeks and all. He looks a bit scared to. I suppose for him this is all new too. “w… would you like that?” his confidence if warning. I give him the biggest smile I can and nod my head. He gives me an award winning grin and for the first time in my life. I have Sam kissing me, my first ever kiss. Its slow and its gentle and its perfect. I would do anything for Sam. He's was my hero, my saviour and now he's my man too.
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Me and Sam head back after dumping our clothes in the designated dumpster that would be getting emptied early the next morning. We meet up with Tash and Mikey at some pizza place a few streets from our crappy hotel. With everything that happened after the job when me and Sam were alone I kinda forgot that I had shit loads of money not just the black box.
On the way here I told Sam about the mess up with intel. Not only that everything had changed but that the dog was there to. He did ask me how I managed not to set the dog off and I just smiled and told him it was my little secret and if he was a very good boy I may just tell him one day. He just laughs at me and I go weak again. Nothing new.
I tell the guys that we need to go Ive got a fabulous surprise for them and we need to get back. They all look at me curiously and I just raise my eye brows a few times and they just stay quiet and wait. They all know when I don’t wanna say I ain't saying shit but we chat good naturedly all the way back. Sam being his usual impatient self and grabbing a slice of pizza before we are back home. It was nice to hold his hand again as we walked. Again we were getting funny looks from Mikey and I think Sam was well aware of it to.
Once in shit room, I mean hotel room, I tell them all to shut the fuck up sit the fuck down and listen the fuck up. Garnering a smile or two and pull my bag onto the bed and pull out the little black box at the bottom. I throw it onto the bed and we all cheer. “another job well done aye guys?” I say smiling at them all.
“yeah but Mikey who gave you that intel. It was terrible. Most of it was wrong and if Harry hadn't had been lucky we wouldn't have that box.” he does have a point and after explaining what Sam meant Mikey was in agreements with us.
“Why is Your bag so full? I thought you were only meant to get the box what else did you take?” Ah forever the observant one is wor Tash.
“I'm glad to see you noticed.” I grab a wad of notes still wrapped and I throw it at her. She jumps to the side
“What the fuck you throwing things at me for, what did I…” she just noticed what I had thrown at her. “Is that? That's money!” she practically dives onto the floor to pick up this wad a notes. “Where did you get this was it in his safe?” I laugh and just look at her not saying a word. After a few seconds I can see it start to annoy her as I grab the bag at the bottom and lift. All the money I got comes pouring out. At least thirty to forty wads cascade from the bag onto the bed and floor. They all just look from me to the mass of cash. “Where... how?”
“Well my dearest Tash I do believe the wear is obvious and the how was because while it might have been a fuck on trying to get into a locked room after that room not being in the place it should. When he had moved things around I think he had stopped before finishing and he decided to leave all his money on the desk. I tried and failed to take it all but considering that isn't what we went for I say its a plus.”
Mikey speaks up for the first time “Harry there has to be at least a hundred grand here. Your amazing.” and before I know it Mikey has me wrapped in a bear hug. I cant help but laugh. We all eat our pizza watch some TV and me and Sam go for a well deserved smoke break while the others finish their booze the got earlier. Sam was never much of a drinker and while I love rum I'm just to small to hack that shit. He sits down first not giving me a chance. I look a little put out but he just smiles and pulls me to him so I can sit on his lap. He has his arms around my waist and his head on my left shoulder as we look out over the worst view imaginable. But none of that matter because I have my Sam here, keeping me safe.
He gives me kisses down my neck and he did the same thing he did earlier when he put his lips to my ear and whispered. “You need to tell me how you got from the balcony to the back street. I saw what you did and I cant explain it.” my eyes bug out. How did he see me I was so careful. “Not tonight Darling but when we are home. Whatever it is I don’t mind, just like you I have to know.” I give him a not as I turn my head. I look into his big brown eyes and I take in is sharp features and I nod its time I told him a little something about me and hey I may get to know a little bit more about him.