Let's just say this one is a sort-of special 'bonus' piece for my fans out there. I'll tell you why when the third book comes out. ;)
For Your Consideration:
It was supposed to be a simple job. Go to the target building, snatch the crate, bring it ‘home’. Simple! Especially for a thief with the ability to tap into the magical lines of the earth. But I should know by now…the simple jobs are never easy.
I had my first misgivings about this job when the idea of a large wooden crate was the target. And the second when I was told ‘no questions’. I know a thief shouldn’t ask questions anyway, but I’ve always been a curious individual, to the point of…eh, let’s just say that I learned things that I shouldn’t have at a very early age. But, the pay was good and I had recently been down on my jobs. The contractor gave me the creeps, and when I looked into him, I found nothing. Again, I have a habit of finding out everything that I want…so for me to find nothing on a single person…well, it sort of scared me, but intrigued me more. I took the job.
The building was a warehouse. A simple-looking broken-down warehouse. With 50 black suits packing heavy weaponry surrounding it. I should have stopped right there, but…my intrigue was peaked. To be honest, my past few jobs had been kind of easy, so this was a refreshing challenge. The contractor didn’t care if I killed or not, but personally I never drew blood if I could help it.
I managed to sneak into the warehouse with my magical rope, an invisibility spell, a wad of gum and some distractions in the form of gas-based doppelgängers and thumbtacks. The crate was large and I think I strained something before I got it out the warehouse, even with my magical rope making it levitate. Once it was out, I used my special transportation hat to get me and my target to a safe spot. Most people laugh at my black and white ringmaster top-hat, but most of them are dead because they didn’t trust me that my hat was infused with a transportation spell. I still feel bad about that every once in a while. Except for a single man; Jack Parrot. He never liked me and always stole my hat in Training which made me look like a fool and fail at the same time. Then again, I was the one that stole his boomerang yo-yo gadget thing when he was knocked out thanks to some special wine I gave him.
Where was I? Oh yeah, stealing the box.
Often enough my hat gets me where I’m going, but sometimes it likes to play tricks and transport me somewhere miles away from my destination. And then it refuses to work for the next 56 hours. Turns out it was lucky chance my hat decided to act up. It deposited me in the middle of nowhere. I didn’t even recognize this stretch of nowhere. Just me and a giant crate that my contractor was going to spend tons and tons of money on. Legal or not. No one around for miles. Did I mention no one was watching?
We’ve already established that I’m often curious. Well…I decided a peek wouldn’t hurt, as long as I mended the wood before I began to trek it back to him. I ended up accidentally blowing a hole in the box and making splinters instead of broken boards. That would take more magic then I had at the moment to mend it. Plus there was a chance of getting grass and dirt in the wood if I attempted to mend it where I was. I determined quickly that this was not a good scenario and began to think of how to mend it, when something stopped my logical thought process completely.
There was a girl in the box. A girl. In the box. That I was about to take to some creepy guy. He was going to pay me money but…a girl?! I really should have just left her there. I really should have. But…Did I mention that it was a girl? A really pretty girl? She looked like she was about my age, too. Well…mostly. I’m not exactly ‘my age’ either. Suffice to say, she had a young-ish looking face. Not 12 year old face, but not 30 year old face either. Jet black hair surrounded her smooth features and a vest was all she had for a shirt. There were some funny bandages or something wrapped around her entire torso, which was a comfort and a disappointment at the same time. I mean, sure I would have liked a peek at that but I was trying to remain focused on the fact that I just busted a very expensive box and my window to return it was shrinking as I was staring.
But…it was a girl.
Her skinny waistline entered into some canvas pants that were tied tightly at the top. They showed absolutely no figure. I’m sure she had some in her legs, judging by the rest of her body, but the pants were just that baggy.
With a sudden jarring motion, she opened her eyes, sat up with a jolt and looked around wildly. I may have been guessing here, but I don’t think she signed up to be shipped around in a big wooden box. Tar-black eyes settled onto me and a chill ran up and down my spine.