Disclaimer: I don't own. I'll never own.
Warnings: Grins.
The theft.
A dark-clad man sneaks slowly, carefully threw the dimmed corridor.
It wasn't as gracefully as it used to be, the Walker made it almost impossible to reach the high standard he was known for.
But that didn't mean he had stopped trying.
Not because he had to, nowadays he didn't have the mobs of police, fans and media-folks to impress, while doing his job.
'Ah, there was the right door.'
He plucks the lock easily. Leaving the Walker he stepped inside the room.
There it was; tonight's goal.
Carefully, not to disturb the sleeping figure in the room, he made his way to the price and soon the item was in his hands.
'Yes.'
Soundlessly he walked out from the room, not leaving any traces that could lead back to him. Checking one final time that the sleeping nurse was still asleep, he closes and re-locks the door to the bedroom.
He puts the pot with anti-wrinkle cream into the Walker's bag and heads back to his room.
He was going to show Krad which one of them that looked like a raisin…
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