The Nighthawk (Legion of Thieves)

Dawn

Dawn tied her hair into a bun, then pulling a black beanie over her head. She straightened out her t-shirt and strapped her messenger bag across her chest. Once she was ready, she stepped out of her window and into the fresh Italian air.

She climbed to the room, her feet firmly planting on the red-tiled roof.

The Florentine night was always amazing; this night in particular though was one of the nights of the Carnevale, making it more beautiful. Fireworks coloured the sky and colourful costumes, complimented by music, decorated the streets.

But Dawn wasn’t here to celebrate, not yet anyway. It was a legal holiday here in Florence, which meant that all the banks were closed. There was one bank in particular that she wanted to hit.

She walked to the edge of roof and looked down, adrenaline rushed through her veins because of the vertigo. Dawn’s body shook with anxiety and anticipation.

With its low roof houses that were close to each other; Florence was a runners’ paradise.

Dawn took two steps back, giving herself space. Then she broke into a sprint, jumping from this roof to land on the next one.

<span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">She carried on with her momentum, and continuing her run; jumping from rooftop to rooftop. For those jumps a bit longer than normal she would still just leap and land soundlessly.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">Perks of being a daughter of Nyx; inherent cat-like grace, soundless footsteps and increased agility at night.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">Dawn made one final leap, this one requiring her to jump up instead of over. She managed to grip one of the railings but one of her hands came short, so for a moment she was left dangling with one hand.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">One hand carrying her whole bodyweight wasn’t a problem, heightened strength in the night helped with that. But looking down at the ground, the vertigo made her head spin. She wasn’t high enough to die but she was definitely high enough to break both of her legs and/or spine.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">Dawn reached for the railing and pulled herself up, planting her feet onto the balcony. Her hit today was the Coservazione Bank, bank made specifically made to store items of value.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">Why a bank needed a balcony on the third floor is something she would never understand. Whoever made this building wanted somebody to steal from it.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">Dawn got down to her knees and opened her messenger bag, retrieving from it her lock picking tools. The lock used for this particular door was a wafer lock. Oh Nyx, this guy really wanted his building to be robbed.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">She really had come over-prepared for this. A straightened out paper-clip would have been enough for this lock.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">Dawn pushed the door opened, her boots not making a sound as she entered the building.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">She couldn’t help but frown at the building. Of course she knew that this building doubled-up as the owner’s personal home. That of course explained the giant picture of the man hanging up on the wall.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">Phillip Ryan, some figlio di puttana from somewhere in the west.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">Once a doctor, he was convicted because of his decision to withhold medicine from a nonna because she ‘wasn’t worth it’. Left the country illegally and now he was here, once again withholding things from people.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">The truth was this ‘bank’ wasn’t a place to keep items secure. It was just a place where people hide things they just don’t want to be found.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">Dawn frowned at her surroundings. This house could’ve fit 5 families and that stupido painting could’ve feed probably 3 for a few weeks, but no it belonged to this stronzo.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">Dawn called the darkness around her to come to her, they compiled. Each thread of darkness like a viper out to strike.

<p class="MsoNormal">''<span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">Protect me from sight, both mortal and mechanical. ''<span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">She commanded.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">The threads did as they were told, rising up and creating a veil around her. Now anyone who would be looking at her would not see her, rather a disembodied shadow. Is was as if she was in their blind spot even though she would be right in front of them.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">The descended down the steps, the vaults were kept on the second floor. She kept her hand on one of her weapons, an electric baton that was usually strapped to her belt. Works the same way a Taser does, very effective when you hit someone on the head with it as well.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">Whatever alarms or security measures they had taken here wouldn’t work on her veil made of darkness. One of the benefits of being a child of the first-borns really; most modern technology was meant to handle modern items not magicks of old. As long as this veil is up, she was close to non-existent as they come, unless of course another child of a Protogenos showed up to counter her.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">Along the way, Dawn noticed a necklace displayed in a glass casing. She took in and stuffed it into her messenger bag. There was a Madonna across the street that could use the money.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">Dawn was a principled thief; she only stole what she needed not what she wanted. If she stole in excess then whatever was left would go to whoever needed it.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">The vault was easy enough to find. Whatever guard that were supposed to be here would be celebrating Carnevale. The figlio di puttana was probably out there celebrating as well.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">Dawn held her hand out and the darkness compiled. It formed a door on the metal door of the vault.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">This action specifically was something that she devised. It worked just like shadow-travelling, using the darkness as tunnels to get from one place to another. In this case, it would just be used to go through walls or impenetrable objects and it wasn’t as tiring to do as normal shadow-travelling was since you are essentially within walking distance in real time.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">She couldn’t help but smile to herself, things you could do with a little bit of imagination.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">Dawn stepped into the shadow and appeared on the other side of the vault-door. The walls were lined up with metal drawers, each one containing an object. Some would probably be guns or stolen jewels. Maybe drugs? Dawn didn’t know.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">The drawer she was looking for was number 203.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">The hint she had gotten was from an unnamed source. It was obviously a challenge and a warning from someone who was within the Greek world, especially when the item that needed to be retrieved was considered.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">Dawn opened the drawer and took out its contents.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">A large, orange, glowing orb. It was about the size of her fist and radiated warmth that was nice to touch.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">It was some kind of power source, one of Hephaestus’ creations. This one in particular had been used to power one of his Colchis Bulls if the note she received was true.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">Somehow this stronzo managed to get his mortal fingers on it. These idiota thought this was just some glowing orb, thought that it was valuable. All that glitters is gold of course.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">Dawn threw the orb into her bag; she would deal with it later.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">That’s when she heard the unmistakable sound of the safety being taken off the gun.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">“Turn around slowly.” A voice ordered.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">“Porca Madonna.” She swore and turned around.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">Dawn cursed herself, how had she not noticed the vault door opening?

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">The face that faced her was the same one in that stupido painting.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">“Hello Senorita.” He said, mimicking an Italian accent. Horribly, if she could add.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">“That’s Spanish, stronzo.” Dawn hissed her thick accent.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">He frowned at her. “Well let’s stop the game shall we?” His accent going back to his original one. “Who hired you and what did you take?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">Dawn turned her tone to one of innocence. “What do you mean signore? I got lost and wandered in here.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">“Alright cut the nonsense. I’ve been having break-ins every day for the past week; all of them coming for the same thing. The police have been here for 5 days straight.” He said, adjusting his grip on the gun in his hand. Huh, it seemed that he didn’t seem so comfortable with holding that gun. “So tell me who sent you and I’ll maybe think about letting you go.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">“Oh no, signore.” Dawn’s voice went to pleading. “I’m just a young girl. I was just stupid and ignorant. I thought I could make a bit more money with this job.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">The man wavered, dropping his gun to his side. “Well yes, you are a young girl.” He closed the distance between them, putting his fingers on her chin. “Maybe if you could lend me a service; I could let you go.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">Used every bit of control not to spit on his face. What did he think she was? A courtesan? If he thought that way, he had another thing coming. She bit back her anger and put on a smile, keeping up her act. “Maybe there is something I can…offer you.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">Dawn yelped as he pushed her body against his. Nyx, he stunk, it took a lot of control not to push him away. She kept her grasp on her electric baton, just in case.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">“You’ll let me go right?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">“Si.” He mimicked the stupid Italian accent again.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">“As if nothing happened?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">“Si.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">That was all Dawn needed, to plant the idea of him letting her go without any consequences.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">She sealed the deal by snapping her fingers.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">The mist rushed in, covering the mortal; implanting the idea of letting her go without consequences into his head.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">At first he looked daze, as if he didn’t know how he got into this situation. Then his eyes turned to her, blinking hard.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">“Of course.” He let her go. “You got lost. It’s Carnevale! What are you doing inside? You should be having fun.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">“Si.” Dawn smiled. “Thank you Signore. I will be walking home now.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">“Be safe.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">“Of course I will.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">With that, Dawn walked out of the front door carefree. Before leaving, she dropped a card on the floor, a mark of her success. What’s the point of stealing everything if no one was there to notice you doing it?

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">The card had the symbol of a nighthawk on it, the mark of Dawn.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">She pulled her beanie off, letting her raven-coloured hair loose and pulled her t-shirt over her head, leaving her in her tank top. Last but not least she took out a mask from her bag and put it on her face, covering everything except her green eyes.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">It was Carnevale; the time where everyone walked without a face.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">With a wide grin, Dawn entered the crowd of people and her presence melted into the sights and sounds. <p class="MsoNormal" style="border-style:none;padding:0cm;"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">With demigod powers, sometimes this thievery thing was too easy. <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">Dawn set her bag down after entering her apartment and took off her sweaty tank top. Another day, another theft.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">She took out the glowing orb and set it down on her table.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">She contemplated what to do with it. She could pawn it or sell it off to the black market. She would make a big chunk of money from that.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">But no, this was godly tech. Humans didn’t and shouldn’t have this kind of tech in their hands. It was just lucky that that stronzo only thought that this orb was just something valuable not some kind of conduit for a possible weapon.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">The gods didn’t need it. She was sure Hephaestus could probably make a new one without a hitch.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">She didn’t need it. Technology was never one of her strong points. Which left…?

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">Dawn stood up, her mind made up. She unsheathed her blade from her waist, a wicked thing. Reminiscent of a sickle, its blade shaped like a half-crescent moon. The celestial bronze glimmered in the darkness, casting a dull light in the room.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">She raised the blade; hopefully this was a good idea.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">She aimed for the center of the orb and brought it down. The orb shattered into pieces the light it had fading and leaving darkness to take its place. She had expected some kind of powerful shockwave to follow with its destruction but it just shattered like glass.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">Honestly, it was anti-climactic. She had expected it to do something.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;"> “Good job.” A new voice materialised. “Stole the orb and broke it so that nobody else would use it for misdeeds, not only that you managed to do it with a 0 death count; skilled and has a good heart.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">Dawn turned around to face the voice. It belonged to a boy, probably around 20 to 25 years old probably. His black hair and eyes blended perfectly into the background though his tanned complexion did not. He was a fighter; the scars on his face and arms gave that away.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">Most importantly, the shadows around him clung unnaturally to him and the shadows she controlled seemed to be agitated about his presence which meant only one thing.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">“A son of Erebus.” Dawn said. “Don’t you know better not to break into a girl’s home while she’s partly naked?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">He seemed to notice it for the first time and adverted his eyes. Dawn’s shadows slithered around her nervously, ready to defend their master.

<p class="MsoNormal">''<span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">It’s okay. I’ll call you when I need you. ''<span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">She told them. The threads of darkness reluctantly retreated back to the darkness they came from.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">“Haven’t you heard of the saying, ‘It’s okay to steal from a thief’?” He finally said.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">“No, I haven’t.” Dawn’s eyes narrowed at him. “Now what do you want pervertito?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">“You finished a challenge I gave you.” He gave her a sly smile. “It was hard to find out exactly who this Dawn; the nighthawk was so I gave out a challenge to potential suspects. Only the infamous Dawn would be able to complete a task.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">“If you wanted it to be a challenge, you should’ve chosen a harder target.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">His smile never wavered. “Well that only speaks volumes of your abilities if a hard task seems trivial for you.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">“Who are you? And what do you know about me?” Dawn gripped her blade tighter.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">“Camilla ‘Dawn’ Croce; Daughter of Nyx, expert at breaking and entering and also free-running. Father, Fabio Croce, turned to alcohol while you were 10 years old. You lived on the streets and learned to fend for yourself and your father. Your father died of liver cancer when you were 15 and from there you took on the mantle of Dawn.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">Dawn recoiled as if he had hit her. “How do you know so much about me strisciamento?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">“You’re not the only one that does recon.” The boy answered. “I’m Xaro, tell me Camilla, do you about a group called the Legion of Thieves?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">“Can’t say I have but I’m sure they’re a wonderful bunch.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">“They’re a group of Thieves that steal from the rich and give to the poor. We work to fight against the Darkness by hiding in it. It’s not unlike what you do.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">“I’m not joining whatever stupido war you have.” She remembered a while ago someone had tried recruiting her into some kind of army that worshipped a fallen god called Kronos. She had refused by stabbing their ringleader in the knee.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">“No, you misread my point. The Legion doesn’t fight other people’s battles. We hide, in the shadows, in plain sight. We work in ways that just being killers.” Xaro corrected her. “We’re sometimes runners, sometimes messengers, sometimes assassins or sometimes just warriors. Our enemies are not gods. Our enemies are the corrupt; the monsters that wear human skin and use trickery to steal from people in plain sight. We’re the thieves of thieves, we do what we do best, steal.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">“It’s okay to steal from a thief.” Dawn repeated what he had said before. “And you think I’m good enough for this Legion of yours?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">“If the stories are true, then you are one of the best. Stealing from a bank in 5 seconds flat, made off with 20 thousand dollars’ worth of jewel; the next day some lucky people found extra coins in their wallets and purses.” Xaro stood up; the boy easily towered over Dawn. “That woman across the street is rarely fond of you, won’t shut up about you.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">“Madonna Maria was always a chatty one.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">“So how about it? You in? It would great to have someone of your skill in the Legion.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;">Dawn smiled, she didn’t usually entertain flattery but in this case she would accept this one. <span style="font-family:TimesNewRoman,serif;font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;">“I’m in.”

<p style="text-align:center;">The Legion of Thieves

<span style="font-family:TimesNewRoman,serif;font-size:12pt;line-height:18.399999618530273px;"> For the stronger the Light; the thicker the shadows that fall.  04:37, May 13, 2014 (UTC)