Scipio pulled an envelope from his coat pocket.
"We do need five million lire, do we not?" he asked, waving it around. "So, why don't we steal that wing the Conte wants?"
"Great idea Scip!" said Bo, a smile on his face.
"Yeah," said Prosper, looking doubtful. "If we want the police to catch us."
"Well," said Hornet, thinking it over. "We are already wanted by the police. And we could use the money. I think it's our best idea. But, does anyone else have another one?"
Everyone shook their heads, no one had any other ideas.
"Alright, Scipio, you can break into the house, seeing as you just robbed four and your own house..." said Riccio, as he turned off the TV.
"Alright," said Scipio, his voice full of pride. "I'll do it.
"No, wait," said Acey, looking around the hotel room. "Scipio, if you're going to do this... I'm going with you. You can't do this alone, and I want to help."
"Okay," he said, smiling. "If you want to help, you can."
"Aw, Scipio, can't we help?" asked Riccio, begging with his eyes.
"No way, you'd be too loud. Just me and Acey, alright?" he looked around the sad, pleading faces. No; he couldn't let them come. Especially not Bo. He was too little, too innocent. "It's settled, then. Me and Acey will go tonight, and we'll come back with the wing."
I do not own the The Thief Lord, nor any of the other characters, or the setting. I merely own my darrrling Acey.
Thanks, again, for the comments.
I just want to clear something up:
Scipio robbed hs house, yes, but he also robbed four other houses.
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