It wasn't their first time doing it; in fact it was more or less their job. Well, that and being con artists. But when they got into the house this time, Stiles couldn't help feeling anxious about something. He felt off, like there was some part of him missing. The rope in his hand felt stiff and foreign and suddenly he wanted nothing to do with it.
"Derek, why the fuck are we doing this?"
Derek whipped around, frowning and putting a finger to his lips.
"No, I need an answer. Now."
Derek sighed and groaned quietly, cautiously guiding Stiles back outside the house. "What the hell could be so important that you interrupt this?"
"You already heard me, why are we doing this?"
Derek raised an eyebrow. "Why I'm doing this is my own business. As for you honey, it's for you to decide! Now let's just do this and talk about it later. These folks wake up and we're fucked."
He started back inside the house and Stiles accompanied him reluctantly, attempting to clear his head of inhibitions. He was usually so cool in the situations and felt weird that he was nervous, but he started to loosten up as they went.
They exited the house carefully, trying to leave everything as they found it. Stiles never told Derek, but sometimes he took things from the houses, things that didn't matter. This time he had taken a portable radio, just for some kind of entertainment on the road. Derek had informed him of bits and pieces of the plan; they were to con different stores in the area and get as much money as they could, then head down to Mexico and become scarce. That part excited Stiles, he had always wanted to go to Mexico. Especially with Derek. There was something about him that was absolutely magnetic and even though Stiles sometimes felt some regret about what they did, he couldn't ever separate himself. He naturally gravitated toward him and everything he did, even though he knew he was a cold-blooded bastard who was self-centered and didn't care about consequences. He was a death trap.
"Derek... what exactly would you call what we do? I've tried to think of a way to say it that sounds at least somewhat justified but I can't come up with anything. How do you refer to it?"
Derek chuckled. "You can't justify mass murder Stiles."