Bandit Lisa Snart of Centralis
"Dear old dad wants us to do one more heist." Leonard's voice sounded bored and he kept his face neutral as he spoke, somehow managing to keep the anger towards their father out of his facial features and expressions.
I sigh, "Why should we do anything for that lowlife?" scowling as I ask.
"Because he has threatened lives of innocent people, and people we care about." My older brother explains once more, rolling his eyes this time at having to repeat himself.
"We really need to do something to get him to leave us alone." I wrinkle my nose and feel like I'm whining the words. "Make him get caught somehow so that he goes to prison and can't touch us."
My brother suddenly stands straighter, "That's not a bad idea." He says, looking like he's seriously contemplating the idea. "But how?"
"I got nothin'." Mick says after a minute, managing not to look defeated, "But if you need a heavy hitter, or fire, I'm your guy." The two share a conspiratory smile, and a fool would be able to see that they were the best of friends, literally as thick as thieves, on account of the fact that they literally were thieves.
"Don't worry, I might have a few tricks up my sleeve." He manages to look smug for someone not having a solid plan, or even an idea yet.
"So, what's the target this time?" I ask, actually wanting to know, "The largest bank in Central? The most secure? One of those large art halls or scientist's buildings for new weapons?" I list off a few that I think could be possible, given the probability of profit.
"No." I raise an eyebrow at his one word answer. "No? Then what?"
"There's going to be a ball, a ball between all the kingdoms that wish to attend, to strengthen bonds and alliances." I roll my eyes at that last bit as he continues to speak, "He wants us to get in and steal as much as we can. Starting with the crown jewels of each kingdom in attendance."