Scipio was on his way home, after Perla was able to settle down enough to walk home alone. He looked up ath the sky and saw a flash of black on the wires, dancing like a graceful angel dancing across the sky. He decided to follow, so he chased after the figure and froze up. There was Pheonix, waiting, alone by the fountain in the middle of a courtyard. He stood up straight as the black figure landed before him.
He had long hair tied back in a ponytail at the base of his neck and he wore a mask on his face. The right side of the mask flared up in long spikes that pointed up and the last one, going down, curved in and was flat against the cheek and held a single black thread holding an onyx tear drop and the left side of his face was blank, except for a black cross on his jaw. He wore a black trench coat that exposed the ankles of his cloths. Black vest, black shirt, no tie, black slacks... and black dress shoes. He wore gloves that had the finger digits cut off so his fingers were exposed but not his palms. "She agreed?"
"Yes." Pheonix handed this man the silk pouch. "She also didn't seem so keen to let us take it. You think it's a set up?"
"No." The black clad gentleman was taller than Pheonix, but only by so much. "Pheonix?"
"Yes?"
"Go get Dove and Eagle."
"Why?"
"Someone followed us here."
Scipio gulped and watched as Pheonix cupped his hands to his mouth and out came a soft coo from the melody of a nightingale. Two figures landed on the fountain's edge and stood at attention. Dove was a gentleman dressed in pure white with a red tie. White shoes, slacks, gloves, hat, mask, vest, shirt... tie... His mask was made to look like an opera mask, like the black one and Pheonix's, only his had a claw come down on either side of his face and seemed to give him a graceful air with his top hat that seemed to be able to cling to his head, with all the movement he did. Eagle was dressed in all brown. His mask had a point for the nose and it wove it's way down his face to the corner of his lips and his hair was brown like an eagle's wing.
The two waited as Pheonix simled at them. The one clad in black held up his hand and pointed off to a side where Scipio wasn't. "There are some stalkers over that way. Eagle, take care of the adults, Dove..." He stopped and turned around and saw something. "We have the police on our tails again. Dove, help us give them the slip again. Oh! And Dove?"
"Yes?" He turned to face the man again, this time at eye-level.
"Do be gentle with them. The petty coat-tails need not know that we're on to their little game to catch us." He patted Dove on the shoulder and Dove seemed to glide away. He then turned to Pheonix. "Let's get the wing tonight, Pheonix, while the whole city is watching the chase."
"Good idea, Thief King!" Pheonix smiled brightly. "You think that the Thief Lord will ever show up at this rate?"
"Who knows." The Thief King looked up at the stary sky. "All I know is I'm trying to help poor kids live with this pawned off money." He clutched the silk bag in his hand and smiled at Pheonix. "Give them a good home like you and I have."
"Let's get going, then!" Pheonix shot his arm into the air and jumped for joy as the Theif King took a running leap off the fountain's edge and grabbed a wire that someone was using for laundry and cartwheeled through the air onto a roof nearby. Pheonix followed suite, only he did a couple of backflips before landing on the roof.
Scipio stood there for a while before he heard the police yelling for Dove to stop running. Dove slid passed the ally where Scipio was and lights flicked on every-which-way and Scipio pretended like he was just walking. Dove slid passed him and stood by the fountain, his cloths and his hat unscaved by the chase. The police launched themselves at him and he simply jumped and landed on one of them before launching himself up into the tangle of wires, spinning like a top, and vanishing as people yelled for the police to catch him. Scipio smiled. They were slick and smart.