Chapter 1: The job
The thing about being a thief there's a lot more waiting around than people seems to think. It's not just running around and looking good (and I do look good). I've been charged to lift a painting by somebody profoundly famous, German bloke I think. Gustav something. Aaaanyway, the painting is well guarded, and I need to figure out how to not get caught on camera. Shame though, the camera really does love me.
I end up going in on the busiest day of the week, surrounded by loud tourist and sticky children, it's quite easy to create a bit of mayhem with only a few chemicals to produce an awful lot of smoke. With the painting safely tucked under my coat, I quietly make it to the rendezvous point, a pub located close by.
My buyer is waiting for me in a dark corner, a rather common looking man, if you don't know what you're looking for. I've done business with him before, always pays the agreed upon amount and has never brought me trouble.
"Do you have it?" They buyer said with apparent nerves and exitment.
"Please, who do you think you are talking to. It was easy. Walk in the park, piece of cake, honestly I'm a bit offended you could even think for a second I wouldn't pull it off." Flynn said to the buyer while pulling out the painting.
The buyer grabbed for it, his clear eagerness showing.
"Ah ah ah, money first. You know how this goes" Flynn said, while shaking his finger at him.
The buyer pulled of a sealed envelope and pushed it to Flynn. "Give it here, the moneys all there" He said.
Flynn discretly and quickly counted the money. It was all there, as promised. He got ready to get up, but the buyer stopped him.
"Wait. I have another, um, job for you" He said, stressing on the word job. "I need to have something transported to the border. No stealing, no crime involved. I only need someone I can really trust, as it is of high value".
Flynn was interested, he couldn't deny it. Transport jobs where normally really easy and if he only had to transport it to the border, no smuggling would be involved. Not that he was above that sort of thing, a man's gotta eat, but still, easy money is the best kind of money.
"How much would such a job pay then?" Flynn asked, "I am not cheap, contrary to the rumours one might here on the street"
"1.000 crowns" the buyer said.
Holy mother of all that is holy, a thousand crowns would pay off all the little debts he had acquired around town and get him a ticket the hell out of this dump. He had this quite little dream deep inside that someday he could retire from this life, on a small island somewhere where the sun always was shining and he could get those drinks with the little umbrellas in them. That kind of money would buy a lot of little umbrellas. But that was also way to much money for something that was apparently legal.
"What's the job? And don't lie to me, I know how much the postal service charge for a special delivery and there must be reason why you need my special skills and devilishly good looks" Flynn said.
"Ahh yes, this is not something one would sent by post" the buyer said. "It is girl. One who is not to be discovered in Corona, and must leave as soon as possible, as quite as possible"
"Why?" Flynn said, suddenly not liking this job very much. "I am not kidnapping some kid"
"Oh no, maybe girl was not the right word. A young lady then. And she will come willingly, no force will be necessary." The buyer said. "Don't worry about the reasons, just know that it is best not to be discovered".
Flynn considered this. It was a lot of money, like a lot a lot. And if the buyer was telling the truth, all he had to do was get some chick to the border. He would just turn on the old charm, and she would be putty in his hands.
"You have yourself a deal" Flynn said shaking hands with the buyer.