Before the Plan: What he does before he plans... BartyRabastan
Note: Thief!AU, Muggle/Modern!AU
Shark Enclosure: (action) biting, (plot point) looking for something, (word) sharp
Barty slipped inside the dark warehouse, blending into the shadows created by the night. He looked around slowly, making sure that nothing looked around of place since the last time he'd used it. It was in the part of the city he didn't like associating himself with, but at the same time, it was a perfect cover when he needed to lay low.
He picked up a sense of something not too far from him, and it made his lip quirk up slightly. Barty tossed the bag that he had with him over his shoulder and started to shrug off his dark coat. Carelessly tossing it to the floor, Barty walked towards the wall and flipped the light switch, illuminating different parts of his safe house.
Barty made his way to a metal table near the other wall, leaning backwards on it with his legs crossed at the ankles.
"Are you going to keep quiet and admiring my flawless features, or are you going to say something?" he drawled, gripping the table and smirking.
A slow clap sounded across the room, a male shadow on the far side of the safe house coming into view.
"And miss out on learning your mannerisms and using them against you?" the man remarked in a dramatic tone. "How could I do such a thing?"
Barty snorted. "One thing about me, Bas, is that no matter how much you try to examine me, you'll never figure me out."
Bas shook his head, running a hand through his dark hair. "Damn, a pity."
"Tell that to the mixed police records with my name."
"The fact that there's even a record speaks for itself."
Barty rolled his eyes. "Shut it, Rabastan. What are you doing here?"
Rabastan grabbed the bag that Barty had tossed, peering inside at its contents. "What does it look like?" he said. "I knew you were making a hit today, and I wanted to check out the merchandise." Rabastan whistled, taking out one of the jewels and biting it for authenticity. "Onyx diamonds, you're thinking bigger, aren't you?"
Barty's smirk was back. "I'm planning on the biggest, Bas. Those diamonds are only practice."
Oh, yes. Barty had big plans for the museum in town. But he had to be sharp and dot his I's and cross the T's first, and he had to lay low until the heat was off him from his recent heist. Soon enough, Barty would get what he wanted.
Word Count: 411