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Mino didn't often think much of the details of his line of work. That was usually meant for someone else -- Berry or Admiral, or even Ocean when she could be bothered, with Lady Blue as the last word -- but he could appreciate that a lot of thought usually was required. Now, though, he was starting to think they were slacking off. It was, to be fair, broad daylight and this was nothing more than routine. A quick in and out that he had known from his time as a tyke (well, not tyke, but he'd certainly been small enough to be considered one). He should have been able to do this with his eyes closed. Should being the key word.What wasn't accounted for was the person he was stealing from being home. With their mistress. In the throes of a passionate bout of lovemaking. Generally, he was all for a good show, but this probably was something that warranted more privacy and he might be a little scarred from the experience. He didn't think an ass could be that pimpled, but you learn new things every day. Mino, at the very least, had been able to grab what was needed, but it also meant he had to take off promptly.
The city around him blurred as he slipped into back alleys, paws slapping down against the slick streets. The monotone palette of brick and stone followed him closely as he evaded the thundering footsteps of the Sky Guard that had already arrived. They'd been surprisingly quick in their arrival; record time maybe? It made Mino wonder how much what he had taken had been worth, or how much the person he'd taken it from had been willing to shell out. Maybe it wasn't even the Sky Guard. Interested parties could easily use this as an in to someone's money. Times could be hard enough for such a thought. Or someone could be ambitious enough.
He rounded a corner, finding himself behind what looked like a bakery. Crates were stacked high, not quite toward the roof of the building but he could make do. He slowed enough to prep for a jump, jaw clamping down on the object wrapped in cloth to keep it from slipping. And took off. The practiced push of his hind legs threw him towards the first crate, which he bounced off to something higher. The slanted roof of the bakery was soon level with him on the next jump.
Mino's paws skidded along the thatch for a moment before he steadied himself, continuing in his escape. All he had to do was make it to the rendezvous point.
