'K I know the last chapter was way to short and so will this one...chpt 4 is when every thing happens. Manic will probably be very OOC, as I haven't seen SU in 6 years ;

I was introduced to the rest of the thieves except one who was upstairs hacking into something. Then I told them my story from leaving to join up with my sibs to getting here.

They were all engrossed in the story, especially the young ones who loved tales of action and adventure. Once I had finished a resonating crash was heard from above and a rather large hole appeared on the ceiling.

"Bloody sodding wanker monkeys!" an angry British voice called down.

" That would be Deacon," said Jason with a sigh.

A wolfs head popped out of the new hole; the wolf was completely black apart from his snow-white muzzle and amber eyes. A pair of half rimmed glasses dangled dangerously on his snout.

" Sorry 'bout that," He said sheepishly "this things a lot of defence on it."

"Maybe I can help..." I said from behind him. The wolf, Deacon, gave a yelp of surprise and almost lost his glasses.

" Bloody hell, Manic!"

"How did you not know he was here, I shouted loud enough!"

" Twas not paying attention dear Brandon." he replied in a false-snob voice that was quite funny with his accent.

"Anyway," I cut in "What're you doing up there?"

"Trying to hack 'butnick's, emphasis on try."

"But why? He's long dead."

" It's not him I'm worried about, it's Snivly that's bothering me."

"Who?" I was really confused to whom this 'Snivly' was.

"Robotics computer," said Ivan "Deacon thinks it had a mind of its own and now that it's in the Royal Family's palace he's getting worried."

"We'll be able to see I'm right soon, I'm at the last barrier and can't get through."

"Let's go!" You may be wondering how I was so happy after the false crime; I guess it was because being brought back into the world of thieves had made me forget, like a type of drug. So I went up the rotting stairs of the house to the room Deacon was working in. A bulky black laptop was on the ground beside the wolf-boy.

"'C'mon in." he greeted "Have a seat."

I sat down beside the wolf and in front of the computer.

"It's a riddle, and it's confusing..."

The screen read:

'Twas in heaven pronounced, and 'twas muttered in hell,
An echo caught faintly the sound as it fell;
On the confines of earth 'twas permitted to rest,
And the depths of the ocean its presence confessed;
'Twill be found in the sphere when 'tis riven asunder,
Be seen in the lightning and heard in the thunder.
'Twas allotted to man with his earliest breath,
Attends him at birth, and awaits him in death,
Presides o'er his happiness, honour, and health,
Is the prop of his house, and the end of his wealth.
In the heaps of the miser 'tis hoarded with care,
But is sure to be lost on the prodigal heir.
It begins every hope; every wish it must bound,
With the husbandman toils, and with monarchs is crowned.
Without it the soldier, the seaman may roam,
But woe to the wretch who expels it from home!
In the whispers of conscience its voice will be found,
Nor e'en in the whirlwind of passion be drowned.
'Twill not soften the heart; but though deaf be the ear,
It will make it acutely and instantly hear.
Yet in shade let it rest, like a delicate flower,
Ah... breathe on it softly, - it dies in an hour.

"Hmmm..." come on I thought ...

"H"I said "the letter H"

"'K"

He typed the letter in and a smooth, male voice said 'Access approved.'

"'Butnick always liked riddles" I said.

Now you may be wondering, 'what, has the murder just been thrown into the wind?' well, the reason for it not being mentioned is because of the joy I felt after seeing my fellow thieves again.

If had known what was to happen, I would have turned-tail and ran as fast as my legs could carry away from them.

If only...