This is Orbis. Here, the Roman nations are a superpower.
Ah, the beaches of Sicily... They're some of the most enviable spots on Orbis.
For the most part, this envy has bred certain cars like the Lamborghini and the Ferrari. Locally and underground, both are raced in illegal street races.
On and off the beaches, seabirds take off and land. Always a mystery, as to how many of them stay airborne without any apparent speed...
Out here, many houses' back gardens overlook the beach...and are the beach, as a consequence. If these houses are hard to buy, only a few suggest it with their exterior décor.
Over the west sea, the sun gets low. Soon, it'll be about time for the mafia to begin their night shift...which, of course, for them, is the busiest shift.
Uphill, there's a shack. By day, nothing goes on in it. And this is never enough.
Inside, Leann lies on a couch, anticipating the night. He's pretty sure it's begun. So, he rises. He lowers all of the blinds, and closes all of the curtains. He checks the doors, and ensures their locking.
With a flashlight, he descends below, into a cellar. After passing five doors (all of which require a security code to get past), he enters his own thief's lair.
There's a lot of gold and diamonds down here. More importantly, though, there's equipment. He uses it for heists...and on occasion, espionage.
He dresses for tonight's job...which is never much. Even so, he can usually pull off a heist well enough. Alas, tonight, this might be more of a challenge. For tonight, he's breaking into the home of a genuine mafia godmother.
With sure feet, he sneaks out the back. He looks around. He can smell the sea air. And it's always a welcoming sensation.
He doesn't think anybody's onto him. Alas, that could change too easily, too fast...
With the same sure feet, he creeps across the lawn. Over there, the neighbor's shrubs grow high, and act as a curtain that keeps Leann from seeing what they do over there. Leann doesn't mind. It's what HE does that he doesn't want them to see.
In the garden corner, covered in sod, there's a trap door. With a foot, and then a hand, Leann hurls it open. Tonight's adventure lies down there, in wait. It all waits for his green light.
So, he turns on a flashlight. It shines with green light.
Alas, a crossbow bolt flies past his head, and anchors itself into the fence. It's got a cable attached to it.
At this, Leann sighs. He's got a feeling that he won't be doing tonight's job alone after all.
Before he knows it, a hot chick in a dark purple black bikini has just fallen from the cable, and tackled him. He lies on his back...with her tremendous hooters blocking his airway. (Not that he's complaining; this is his favorite part of his "disputes" with Eleonora.)
"Sorry Celt," she says. "I can't let you do this alone."
She helps him up. He's disappointed. He really loves having his nose in her boobs. But then, odds are she knows this.
"I'm breaking into the Godmother's manor tonight, Eleonora," he reminds her. "I don't think..."
She nods. "I know. You're not the only thief on the coast who wants her shit. I'm going to help you steal it."
He scoffs. "Why? So you can take it and run?"
She sighs, approaches him, and sweeps the turf out of his hair. Next, she slaps his face.
"You're hot," Leann insists. "But I cannot, and will not, share my life's boons with anyone else...even if their hooters do look the best in a revealing purple..."
She adjusts her bikini top. Leann waits in suspense, expecting to see her tits. He doesn't...but he also doesn't insist on it. What he already sees isn't bad, either.
"I'm a man with ambition. And when it comes to ambition, there's only room for one in the inner circle. You're a very spunky Sicilian bitch, but..."
She brushes off the front of his shirt. She's working WAY too hard for his companionship...if she'd ever call it that.
"We're not good for each other. You're from a mafia family. I'm an immigrant Celt. Nobody would support us, if we became a duo."
She creeps in, pulls him close, and kisses him. She holds him tight, and keeps his mouth in hers for a VERY long time. Leann also thinks her hooters get bigger, as she's doing this. She sure is strong...
She lets him go. He sighs. "Fine. We'll make it work out."
"Thank you." She pinches his bicep. "I'll owe you, after this."
"Yeah, you still owe me for at least seven other jobs I've let you come on!"
She scoffs. "I still can't believe you're keeping count. Most normal criminals would've given up on that by now."
She goes down into the hole first. He follows, and shuts them in.
This is going to be a long heist. Leann can just feel it...