Crap! Spotted. Nicia was sure Harper was far behind her. Oh how she hated his lessons! She knew the dangers of the job. She knew the guards could have entered at any moment. That was the reason why she scaled the Tower in the first place. If a guard came in, Nicia could have easily scaled to the side to avoid detection. And if possible, she could have drugged the guard. It was better than to mercilessly kill them. But Harper was the boss. Never argue with the boss.
Nicia stopped at the foot of the stairs of the jet. She turned around but kept her eyes to the ground. She didn't dare face Harper head on. She was not afraid of the young thief. Hardly the problem. She just hated his stare. Always struck her cold, when they were angry or pleased. The eyes of a man who can easily wipe away her existance within a breath. Nicia only raised her head up slightly, curiosity winning over her dislike. She breathed easier to find two warm spheres instead of rigid ones.
"It was something I thought of last night. The guards won't know the difference until the sun hits the diamond. It won't sparkle like a real diamond. But by then, we'll be long gone."
Indeed was Nicia deduction true. She only had a few hours to create the replacement. She did not have the rocks to create an outer layer that could gleam like a real diamond. Still, it was an pretty good fake diamond. As long as the guards don't stare at it for a long time, they will be oblivious. Nicia picked up the real diamond from her pouch, gazing at its many facets. Maybe now she could examine how a diamond reacts in the sunlight. But knowing Harper, she wouldn't be holding onto the diamond for that long. Storing it safetly in her hidden pouch, Nicia made her way onto the plane after him.
"I can handle some missions on my own. My bloodline has stolen from various families without the slightest suspicion. It is in my nature to avoid detection. But if The Progeny wishes it, then so be it."
Nicia stopped at the foot of the stairs of the jet. She turned around but kept her eyes to the ground. She didn't dare face Harper head on. She was not afraid of the young thief. Hardly the problem. She just hated his stare. Always struck her cold, when they were angry or pleased. The eyes of a man who can easily wipe away her existance within a breath. Nicia only raised her head up slightly, curiosity winning over her dislike. She breathed easier to find two warm spheres instead of rigid ones.
"It was something I thought of last night. The guards won't know the difference until the sun hits the diamond. It won't sparkle like a real diamond. But by then, we'll be long gone."
Indeed was Nicia deduction true. She only had a few hours to create the replacement. She did not have the rocks to create an outer layer that could gleam like a real diamond. Still, it was an pretty good fake diamond. As long as the guards don't stare at it for a long time, they will be oblivious. Nicia picked up the real diamond from her pouch, gazing at its many facets. Maybe now she could examine how a diamond reacts in the sunlight. But knowing Harper, she wouldn't be holding onto the diamond for that long. Storing it safetly in her hidden pouch, Nicia made her way onto the plane after him.
"I can handle some missions on my own. My bloodline has stolen from various families without the slightest suspicion. It is in my nature to avoid detection. But if The Progeny wishes it, then so be it."