The sun was just beginning to rise by the time I reached the crumbling mess of brick I called home. Warm shafts of sunlight filtered between the chimneys towering over me. I clambered over a tangle of contorted metal and into the darkness of the derelict warehouse. Gaunt, pale faces greeted me. Groups of destitutes, abandoned by society, huddled around the room. I strode past them towards the corner of the warehouse, which I had claimed as my own. However, all there was to show my presence was a couple of worn blankets crumpled in heap. Not much to show of my 17 years on this earth. I slumped down against the wall, my head falling back against the cold stone. What had I gotten myself into?

I closed my eyes, plans beginning to formulate in my brain. Word on the street is that Titania's globe is being housed in Smith's jewelry shop. Between me and the globe stands two buff watchman, a locked door and a locked store room. Tricky but not impossible. However, whatever I did I'd have to do it fast. A guard of runners passed by the shop on watch every half hour. I also had to watch out for the troublesome passers by, who thought it was their moral duty to report a break in. What I would need is a lookout to watch the street, who could also help me take out the guards and I knew just the guy. Two guys, half an hour, one globe. I could do this.

It was just after midday when I reached Covent garden. The market place was bustling with people selling their wares. Seller's voices competing with each other to be heard. I spotted the young man I was looking for across the square and dived into the fray. People bumped into me from all sides as I weaved my way through the crowds. Stray swinging elbows coming uncomfortably close to my face forcing me to duck around them. I broke out from the people on the other side of the square.

"Johnny!"

He whipped around to look at me, a cocky smile spreading across his face, "How's things Terran?"

"I got a job cooking if you're interested?"

He sauntered towards me, throwing his arm across my shoulders.

"Ah business. And here I thought you were here to see me darling."

I shrugged him off with a laugh.

"This is a serious one. Can we go somewhere to talk that's a little more private?"

He took me by the hand and lead me down a street coming of the marketplace. We took another left and entered into a dirty looking pub. A couple of drunks lounged sloppily at a table near the bar but apart from them it was empty. We chose a table in the corner of the pub and sat down opposite each other. For a few minutes neither of us talked. His calculating green eyes regarded me searchingly, as if he was looking for something that he could find from my facial expression. The moment passed and his usual cocky smile returned to his face.

"So what's the job?"

I proceeded to recount to him my misadventures of last night. At the mention of my kidnapping his hand clenched tight into a fist but he continued to listen in silence, his scowl deepening.

"... and that's why I need your help to steal the globe."

I waited anxiously for him to say something, searching his face for any idea into what he was thinking. But his face remained unreadable as the moments stretched on. Finally, when I didn't think I could handle another moment, he spoke.

"I'll help you."

"You will!" I jumped forward in my seat excited, knocking the table with my knees with a loud bang.

We both stiffened, our eyes flicking fervently around the room but no one was paying us attention.

"Calm down. Don't draw attention to us," he scolded, his tight posture showing he was still on edge.

"I'm sorry, that was reckless," I admitted settling back down into my chair, "Thank you for agreeing to help."

"Hang on. I'll help you but I want a cut."

I shook my head with a smile, "How could I expect any different."

For the next two hours we detailed out our plan. It would all go down tonight.