Zidane paced up and down the deck of the Prima Vista as it glided on the mist towards Treno. Cinna was leaning against the railings, ignoring the incessant creaking and scratching his chin. "C'mon, Zidane," he said, "It's a really rare coffee! It's a hell of a treasure."
"...Whatever. So what's the plan"
"The ship will land just outside Treno. Me and the Boss are gonna go pick up some stuff from the accessory place whist you and Blank break into the Noble's house"
"Who is this Noble?" Zidane asked.
"She's the daughter of Baron Harris."
Zidane stoped pacing and looked up interested. "Hey..." he said, "Is this girl cute or what"
Cinna sighed, "You've got a one track mind. Look, you're there to pick up a rare coffee, not a date, got it"
"You're just jealous. I'm not suprised either"
"Hey! I wash every day you know!"
Zidane laughed and pushed Cinna playfully. At that moment the door tot he deck opened and Blank stepped out, sword in hand. "Hey. We're about to land. You ready Zidane?"
Zidane checked his daggers were sheathed and nodded. "Let's mosey."
The Prima Vista decended through the mist and touched down with a bump a few hundred metres from the gates of Treno. The crew of Tantalus alighted and made their way across to the dark city, which was bustling with activity. Upon entering, Baku and Cinna headed down to the west side of the city to find their accesories, whilst Blank and Zidane went east. After a few minutes walking, they moved off the street and began to trapse through the alleys. Before long Zidane put his hand on Blank's shoulder. "This is the place," he said. The building was ageing, and great cracks were beginning to appear as the cement gradually fell away. A web of ivy wove its way up the wall, passing a dust covered window.
The ivy held strong as Zidane tugged at it, so he began his assent. His tail swung rhythmically from left to right like a pendulum, as he moved gracefully up to the window. He peered in through the dust as Blank struggled behind him, and saw nothing but boxes and a few items. He reached over and pushed the frame up without any particular difficulty and clambered in. Zidane's eyed needed a minute to adjust to the dark, by which time Blank had fallen through the gap after him. "Maybe it's here...let's look around."
"Nah," said Zidane, "It's coffee, it'll be in the kitchen." He glanced over to the door on the otherside of the room and saw a ray of light shining through the crack. "Lights on...they're home." Zidane crept towards the door and opened it an inch. Through the gap he could see a deserted landing, with a bedroom just at the top of a wooden staircase that led down. "You're not going down there?" said Blank.
"Hey, we gotta. Besides, what if this girl's cute? I might even get me a date"
"You're pathetic you know that? I'll look around this room, just in case."
Blank went back to the piles of boxes and began to sort through, occasionally pocketing something interesting. Zidane drew his daggers and pushed the door open, glancing around as he did so. The top floor was clear. He reached the top of the stairs and began to descend, crouching low so he could see through the rail. At the bottom of the stairs there was a hallway, with the front door directly in front of the stairs. Upon reaching the bottom, Zidane saw that there were three rooms on this level - the living room, dining room, and kitchen. And there, on top of a workbench in the middle of the kitchen, lay Cinna's coffee. Unfortunatly, the three nobles seated around that bench would prove a difficuly. Only one of those was female, with long auburn hair and hazel green eyes. She was wearing a deep blue dress and a tiara sat neatly on her head. Zidane had to admit, she was cute.
One of the male nobles had his back turned to Zidane, but as he straightened his coat the thief could easily make out a sheathed sword. The man looked young and athletic, and Zidane didn't really want to take him on. On the other hand...he couldn't see any other way. Making up his mind, Zidane ducked his head low and charged into the kitchen. The woman screamed as Zidane somersaulted over the athletic man, and grabbing the coffee jar as he landed on the bench. There was a scraping of chairs as the men stood - both with swords, but Zidane was on the ground again on the otherside of the bench by the time they swung. The athletic man Zidane had spotted first stood by the kitchen door, whilst the other one - a large man with curly blonde hair and a ridiculous moustache - advanced.
As he swung his sword Zidane dropped to the ground, spinning and extending a leg. The man was swept of his feet and landed heavily on his back. Zidane was already up and running. He vaulted over the table and turned his body left to avoid the second man's sword. He kicked out but the man was too fast and parried Zidane's leg. He swung again but Zidane blocked the strike with his dagger. The sword retacted once more and this time stabbed at Zidane's chest, but he somersaulted again, his face inches away from the blade. His feet landed on top of the sword and his weight pushed it down. As the blade embedded in the ground, Zidane backflipped, extending a leg and catching the suprised noble on the chin, knocking him unconcious. As he landed Zidane reached down and took his purse, before sprinting up the stairs again. "Let's move it Blank!" he called as he burst through the door. Blank nodded and they jumped out the window, landing heavily on the ground. They ran back towards the city gates, and Blank called forward to Zidane.
"Hey, where you the cause of all that commotion back there"
"Yup!" Zidane called back.
"Doesn't suprise me..." muttered Blank.