Snippet #2041299

Ikarus

He watched the young Rat as he turned his back on him, believing the older club owner to be asleep; this kid was good. Not even a squeak from the door, or a wrongly placed footfall. The kid lifted the robotic arm, looking at it intensely. So he had come to steal it? It was quite an expensive bit of machinery, even more so because the materials he had used were rare to Rats. He moved quickly as the kid examined his target, the weight of it and how he would be able to hide it as he left.... Ikarus moved just as silently as the kid had, making his way to the door. On his way he lifted a small metal box from its place on the nightstand; inside was another rare item: a set of sedatives. You didn't find these on the black market, or here in the slums in general, but Ikarus had aqquired some. Stuffing the box with one end open into his pocket, he stood by the door, just as the kid made to leave. "Just where do you think you're going kid? That arm belongs to me, and I am quite tired of people attempting to steal from me..... "