Heist
The neon signs and lights constantly buzz and flicker, as they do every night. Adverts for cybernetics are everywhere. Looking up at the signs makes him sick as he clutches his left arm, the cold metal feeling making him want to tear off the arm.
Regardless he makes his way carefully and methodically to the front of the warehouse
"One guard" he mumbles to himself
No teleports, no issues, no consequences. Those thoughts ring in his head as footsteps get faster
He makes his way to the back of the warehouse, the gurgles of his stomach overtaking his thoughts. Quickly he spots a small vent, high up. Normally this wouldn't be a problem but his natural refusal to teleport makes him look and plan for a different way up.
"There" he says calmly looking at a pipe, rusty, but a path none the less, he does this while counting his breaths, his go to method to calming down before a heist
Making his way up by hopping on a dumpster he latches on to the pipe. Shifting his weight on his hand, a loud crunch, along with a familiar feeling of lukewarm liquid trailing down his palm plagues his mind. His grip falters pain flares as rusted metal digs deeper, warm blood pooling in his palm. He bites down a curse. No time. Keep moving. Still, he pushes forward then the pipe crashes to the ground. A sharp clang. The guard stirs. No time to think, he scrambles into the vent, heart pounding, his entry rougher than planned.
Making his way fully into the vent. The guard screams at him to get out as he sees his foot peaking out of the vent causing him to move quicker kneeing the vent. This loud thud causes the guard to rush in quickly to try and catch the intruder.
He quickly sneaks through the vent and kicks a grate out to make it into the warehouse. While in the warehouse he wastes no time moving out of the open and to avoid getting caught he hides behind some empty containers.
"Seems like there won't be much here, damnit" he whispers as the guard pulls the warehouse doors up letting in more light from the nightlife outside then the old, luminescent lights the warehouse has. They haven't been changed in weeks and they flicker dimly, leaving for great hiding places in the shadows which he quickly takes advantage.
While sneaking around the guard notices something moving in the shadows and rushes over, this leaves him with no time so he quickly dives into a nearby crate. The meat inside the box makes a gushy noise under him as he try's to be quiet. The flys buzz around him and land on his skin.
While the guard searches he hides contemplating whether or not he should teleport. This thought process however leads him down the memory of his first accident with teleportation, the whole reason why he refuses to teleport unless absolutely necessary. A familiar pain twists through his arm the phantom burn of his past mistake. The temptation is there—the easiest way out, just a single jump. But the memory lingers, clawing at his mind. He flexes his cybernetic fingers, the phantom weight of his old arm pressing against his thoughts. He swallows down the fear. No jumping. Not again. Teleporting would be easy. But easy could cost him another limb.
The guard quickly jumps as a noise outside startles the timid guard. The guard rushes out thinking the intruder escapes allowing him to escape the crate of meat. Clumps of meat and blood drip off of his clothes.
He makes his way towards some leftover food which isn't as bad as the rest. And makes his exit, the vent he entered through is to high up leaving only one escape. The massive warehouse doors.
He breathes in, the intoxicating smell of the food around him filling his nostrils, he begins running out of the warehouse past the guard who was digging through the dumpster out back for what made the noise
"HEY" the guard screams as he runs by but the guard won't catch up due to the distance between them and the speed advantage he has over the guard.
Quickly he keeps running til he's sure the guard stop chasing. The feeling in his legs made them feel like jelly but he knew if he stopped moving the street lurkers would be on him like hawks. So he kept moving for what felt like forever.
However instead of being happy that he got away. He begins thinking of every mistake, every mistake that could have been avoided had he took more precautions.
While he walks towards his makeshift home. He is lost so deeply in thought about what he could have done differently, however this though was broken by a beggar
"Please can anyone spare anything" the beggar calls out. He is missing an arm and is holding a sign that roughly says please help, but it's hard to truly read because the words blend together.
He stops and stands there infront of the beggar. "You there please can I have some of the food you have" the beggar calls out. He hands him a few cans with a smile and says "here this is all I can afford to give". The beggar complains "really, you aren't holding out on me, you must have more you can spare" the beggar try's to persuade, but he doesn't have any more to give without missing out on a meal himself and apologizes profusely.
While he walks away he hears a snicker coming from behind him. "Idiot" the beggar says from behind him. Following that is the sound of a cybernetic arm being reattached
This was a common scam, a part of him already knew it would be, but for once he wanted to believe that his kindness would not have been punished.
"Damnit" he says under his breath before clutching the rest of the food he has tightly and speeding up back to his home.
