A/N: Sorry that this is such a short chapter. I felt like it was a good time to stop writing.


The makeshift weapon slid into him again. His charming cellmate had been slipped a toothbrush, which was now sharpened and resting in his side. The guards carelessly grabbed him by his burnt side and brought him to the infirmary, practically letting his assailant off with a slap on the wrists. Hoxton was laid down on a cot and left. The bed broke, and he fell. Darkness overtaking him.

The fugitive sat up quickly. It had been practically two months since his escape and he still dreamed of things that happened within his first year of prison. Looking around, he noticed Wolf and Houston staring at a laptop in the living room. Hoxton had quickly grown accustomed to Wolf's presence again, and it seemed they were the only ones who always stayed at the safe house.

He swung his legs to the side, stretching and walking towards the other heisters, "What're you doing here, fuck face?"

"Dallas called everyone here, for your information," Houston had kind of hoped their small interaction two months ago would've changed something between them, even a little. But here they were.

Wolf moved over and patted the spot next to him. Hoxton took the invitation and plopped down, "Well then where is he?"

"He went out for a run, should be back soon though," Wolf answered.

Hoxton yawned, "Is here for a briefing? I need to get back into the game."

"Hopefully," The technician sounded almost irritated.

Houston put the laptop on the table, "It's because of you we haven't been doing anything."

"Me?" The fugitive's face quickly turned into a snarl, "How is this my fault?"

Houston kept a calm demeanor, "You and that leg of yours. Dallas didn't want to risk anything."

"It's your fault I got a baton through my fucking leg, ya twat!" Hoxton was seething, how could this incompetent fuck think it was his fault? "You didn't measure the explosives properly!"

Wolf spoke up, "Technically it was my fault, I let him measure it."

Hoxton lunged at Houston, only for Wolf to grab him, "We're not going to kill him, are we Hox?"

"No, we're not. I am," Hoxton struggled against Wolf's grip, but he was still weak from being starved in prison.

Dallas made his presence known with a cough, "Both of you, calm down. We don't want anymore injuries."

Hoxton sat down, crossing his arms, Dallas opened the floor and motioned for them to follow him. They were led into the small war room which was outfitted with new blueprints. There were color coded flags placed all over them, something Hoxton wasn't accustomed too.

Dallas must've noticed his confusion and pointed at the various markers, "Red for guards and cameras. Green for vaults and security rooms. Yellow for the manager and anyone who could hold a key card."

The Englishman nodded. Dallas turned back to the blueprints, "This'll be an easy job. A jewelry store with lax security. Bain has calculated the response times, 4:00 minutes exactly. We should be able to get out fast," The mastermind looked at them all, "Hoxton, Chains, you're on crowd control. Me and Wolf will get the jewels. Houston, you cover the door and make sure no one gets in or out."

"Any questions?" Dallas asked.

Hoxton snorted, "We wearing sunglasses and using color names too?"

"Very funny," Dallas said, "Study the blueprints and use the facilities here to brush up on some skills. We haven't done a job in a few months so we gotta get used to it again. Especially you, Hoxton."

Hoxton huffed, and left the room, it's not like they didn't have a week to train anyway.


A/N: Well, did ya like it? I only added The RD reference because of my frienderino who kinda betas my stories.