she mouths the words 'fifteen minutes' as she carefully look around, weaving through cases of stacked jewels, watches and more. using minimal light, she walks passed one before stopping, and quickly back-peddling. "nope," she whispers, moving on. his particular selection choice is... odd. sure a couple of karat'd diamonds would be worth more? she doesn't question it though. her nerves scream from being under edge, and she just wants this to end quickly. almost binding in the dark, gray shines his flashlight. they found it.

"put it against your hand or something," she whispers, moving closer to the case. "the flashlight. i only need minimal light. they can probably see that from outside." careful not to scold, she bends down to look at the case horizontally. small, thin black plastic cylinders line the edges of the top near the standard opening. "it's alarmed," rory said to herself, though, likely gray would pick up on it. "no use picking the lock." the woman thumbs through the pocket of her jacket for a moment, coming out with something round. their solution.

"can you look outside? make sure no one saw your light?" her eyes turned up to him. reaching for her own light, she turns it on inside the pocket of her coat. it just barely gave her what she needed. carefully, she placed the round device a top the glass. it looked largely like a bigger can-opener. the rubber insulation finds purchases, sucking onto the glass and creating a firm seal. it's a simple matter to twist it, hard. it plops, and as rory rises with it, the glass does too. success. with a gloved hand she reaches in and begins throwing things into her pockets.

"okay. so far so good. anyone there?"

@gray

in retrospect, it'had been considerably easier than she thought. sure, she didn't expect the worlds most advanced security system in what appeared to be a small ma and pa shop, but, she also didn't expect it to be so easy.

that was the first clue something was wrong.

"wait, what?" she freezes, turning her attention to him. a tiny hand is halfway through the highly illegal hole just created in the jewelry case. surely she heard him right. "what do you mean troubles coming?" instantly rory recoils her hand, and turns on her heel. taking the light from her pocket she points it at the doorway. "did we trip some-" the rocket grunt stops dead in her tracks. at the bottom of the door frame, barely visible, is a sensor. and they had tripped it.

"cool cool cool cool cool" she says to herself nervously. removing the glass from the suctioned device, she places it back in her pocket, turning out the light. the silence is deafening. the now irregular, thumping beat of her heart beats against her chest. if rory wasn't so terrified of spending the rest of her life in jail, she'd be nervous she was having a heart attack. shit. that might actually be what she wanted. "back the same wa-" the words catch in her throat. a door opens from the back.

they weren't alone.

@gray

so lost in her own happenstance, rory barely registered gray's words. "of course i have the gems!" her words were a rough whisper now. she pat the pocket of her pants to make sure. she wasn't lying. refusing to let fear take her, she did her best to slow her breathing.

all hell broke loose.

the sound of a door clicking open pulled her attention. her throat dried. glass shattered. a rough grip wrapped around a tiny bicep, off-centering her balance and almost causing her to fall face first into glass. nearly dragged, she righted her footing, keeping pace with the taller man. soon, the familiar feeling of pavement beneath her chucks and a burning in her lungs. voices gave rise behind her, so to did they chase. she didn't look back out of fear of collapsing with poor balance.

"we— need— to— get— off— the street—." she wheezes between breathes. cars would beat them every single time. they were far too slow to out race them. her eyes danced up and down the sidewalk, to stores, apartment buildings, alley-ways— "there!" it's her turn to pull him towards the empty pathway. no different than the one they had been in earlier to get into jewelry store. only this time, it'd work in their favor.

hopefully.

with only an exit and entrance, she stops. it takes all she has to not heave for air. already her throat begs for water. calves tight and pressing. at her hip she releases the contents of one of her two pokeballs. the nearly 9 foot behemoth stands before them, an unbearable cold emanating from it's large body. "Alfie, quick— create an icewall—!" still her breathing is labored. she pushes through. the large dinosaur turns it's massive head to the space between buildings. the crystals on it's hide glow like the stars above. from it's maw an ICE BEAM shoots forth. he sets to work.

they just needed SECONDS...

@gray

the gunshot is deafening. her ears ring under the explosion of gunpowder. the air smells of soot and ash. "what the hell?!" she turns her disoriented vision on the league officials, and once again, feels herself being dragged. "alfie!" she fumbles with her other hand for the ball. it slips between fingers...

...narrowly she fumbles thin fingers around it, clutching it to her chest. aiming it, she recalls the dinosaur. the sculpture of ice now looking like a fumbled attempt to be like the Wall north of winterfell, after the night king gets a hold of it. she doesn't see what becomes of the would be pursuers.

she only feels the burn of her lungs again.

'please. please. please.' the thought repeats in her mind. praying. hoping. wishing.

@gray