Phinks and uvogin pounced on Shalanart, gripping his shoulders firmly keeping the boy in place. "I thought you said you had nothing on her? A phone number very nice" phinks grinned devilishly.

Shalanart gulped, "I didn't know whose it was, it only just clicked then"

Phinks grinned, "Gimme

chapter 8

It was the time of the heist, and the troupe had successfully infiltrated the manor, and were stood waiting for the all clear from shalanart who was currently hacking into the houses mainframe. Everything was going to plan, the group slit up, kuroro, paku and kopi headed on there's designated route towards the vault in the basement of the complex. Everything was going to plan….

Kuroro phoned vibrated in his phone, he took the device out while they walked at steady pace. It was Franklin, "yes?" he asked thought the phone, he could hear screaming from the other end.

"I am Lord Jerrold Sacheverell! How dare you peasants enter my home!" he heard someone yell.

"Boss," franklin spoke over the noise, "we found the lord guy, he was seemed to be calling backup and now he's claiming that the vaults unbreakable to enter without him-", he was interrupted by more shouting from the lord drowning out franklins voice.

"Unhand me you fiends! I will have your heads" the man shouted.

"Sorry boss, what should will do with him?" asked franklin.

"Bring him, easier for us to open the vault. If he tried to stop us or cause any trouble, feitan will loosen his tongue" kuroro responded before hanging up.

If he had called for backup, they should quicken their pace. Soon all of the ryodan where stood in front of the vault doors. Staring down at Lord Jerrold Sacheverell, who cowered by their feet. He was a rounded short fellow, with a balding head. His face was red and the man had sweat patches that were slowly growing under his arms and across his back the more the deadly spiders stare at him.

The vault was a giant thick metal door with a multi codex lock on it, meaning that the ryodan needed five different codes to unlock the door, codes which changed every day and where only know by a Lord Sacheverell, who was currently shitting his pants.

"Lord Jerrold Sacheverell, care to tell us the codes" asked kuroro.

"No! How dare you manhandle me you thieves! I will have your heads!" the blading man shouted in angst.

Kuroro looked towards paku, she nodded stepping forward. Suddenly, a figure appeared in the middle of the group, grabbing the sweating lord before disappearing to a few meters away. The figure stood with three others, the lord Jerrold Sacheverell behind them.

"Teleportation," kuroro spoke out loud, "what a connived skill to have."

The new comer chuckled, he wore skinny jean that were ripped and a black hobby. His head was bald and his eyes were covered by sun glasses. "It 'elps me get around" he said in a thick accent.

"Interesting, it's quite different" he mutter as his bandit secret book appeared in his open hand.

The ryodan stiffed slightly, noticing the ability stealing book. That man was the bosses it seemed. "I hope you don't mind" called phinks, "but we have things to do, so give us back the baldly"

Feitain snigger slightly, as another man stepped forward. "You fiends, are not worthy to be in the lord's presence" a booming voice growled.

This man was tall, wearing a tailor's suit with a one handed sword by his side. "Oh, shup up you old fart" another male sneered, this male was younger with red spiky hair and many piercings over his face.

"You should treat your elders with respect, Fuego" the younger male stuck his finger up and tongue out in response.

"Fuego, Sir Phillip. Shut up we have a job" the last man spoke with a hiss.

"He's right! You four, kill them all I want their heads for how they are treated me! 1 billion for each head!" Lord Sacheverell shirked.

"Alright, alright, no need to kill my ears" fuego responded, "Where's the lady?"

"Who cares, she's a bitch anyway" responded the teleporter.

Meanwhile in the ryodan were flipping coins, deciding who was getting which target. Kuroro had already claimed the teleporter, not that anyone was going to argue with him, which left the other three. Nobu had got Sir Phillip, machi had got fuego and finally franklin had got the last guy.

If they lost the other members of the troupe would happily take the challenge.

Kuroro stepped forward gaining the teleporters attention, "looky 'ere, guess your my opponent then" the teleporter grinned, lips curling underneath the bottom of his glasses.

"It seems so" kuroro said in monotone, before moving forward stepping towards the other male, the ben's knife already in hand.

Taking their bosses lead the others bounced into action. He seen the abilities, he just needed to ask about it. "Your abilities seem pretty easily to use"

"Then you don't know anything about them mate" his opponent grumbled before vanishing only to reappear at his side with a kick. Kuroro easily dodged before countering. The teleport jumped back before pausing. The man was slightly out of breath, kuroro noted, watching the man's movement during a few more heated exchanges.

It seems almost predictable the man's movement, however kuroro had a suspicion that the sun glasses were not for show. He used the knife to catch the glasses swiping them form his head and flying into the air. Glasses clattered to the floor, its lenses shattering on impact. The teleporter scowled, before disappearing.

But kuroro had already spotted the movement in his eyes, obviously the man needed a visual references before he could teleport. A condition, he could abuse.

He felt the man appear behind him. Kuroro turned slowly facing the surprised man, "you need a visual reference before you can move, am I correct?"

"Yes" the man growled in responded.

Kuroro smirked slightly, time to steal.

Meanwhile, nobu and Sir Phillip wear clashing swords. It was obvious that nobu than the advantage, quickly slicing though both metal and skin. Franklin had left his opponent on the floor full of holes, machi on the other hand was having a bit of trouble. It wasn't that the opponent was particularly strong, but because fuego was trying to hit on her while throwing fire everywhere.

"Sweetheart, I'm serious we should go out for drinks for time." Fuego cooed.

A vein budge in her head, "will you shut the fuck up and die?" she growled in annoyance.

Her nen threads wrapping round the younger male's limbs, promptly ripping the pyrotechnic apart.

"So ruthless~" purred Hisoka, earning a glare for machi.

"Lord Jerrold Sacheverell, still wanting to resist us?" asked kuroro from besides the unconscious teleporter, his abilities stolen.

Click clack click clack.

The sounds of heels echoed on corridor stone floor. Getting lounder and louder as whoever it was drew nearer. The ryodan was silent waiting for whoever it was to appear, the lords fearful face looked relived at the sound, as a new hope arrived.

"Ah, fuck me" a voice called from the shadows as Z stepped into view.

to be continued...

ahh sooo much work to do,

soo little time and motivation :3

what do you think of this chapter?

gonna have some of her abillities relived in the next chapter! (hopefully they will make sense)

XD

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