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You close your eyes momentarily, savoring the fond memories rushing through your mind. You remember the first pocket you picked as a boy. The first lock you picked. The first purse you pilfered. The first heist you planned.
You let out a wistful sigh…which was immediately followed by a snort.
Who’re you kidding? You’ve never worked an honest day in your life. From a young age, you learned how the world really works. No one cares about you, and no one will take care of you. You don’t steal because you want to. You do it because you have to.
And you’ll be damned if you let some corporate scumbags shackle you with contracts and give your money away to some pencil-neck fed. The money you earn belongs to you, and you alone. And one day, you’re gonna make it big. Then, no one’s gonna be able to look down on you.
With that invigorating thought in mind, you drifted over to a table with a rather expensive looking drill lying on top of it. You were certain that no one was watching you, but you didn’t want to let your guard down.
You slowly turned your head, feigning interest in a digital display that described the conditions of an ecosystem that housed a rare species of lizard. And in one fluid motion, you slipped the drill into your jacket with the ease and naturalness of a man pocketing his phone.
The most important part of larceny is removing guilt from your mind and actions. If you think that you’re doing something wrong, it shows in your face, and in your movements.
Suddenly, you felt a light tickle on the back of your hand. A small, multi-colored spider was sitting on your hand like it was the most natural thing in the world. And it wasn’t just exploring.
Nah, the little fucker was staring right at you, meeting your two eyes with its eight.
<span class="mu-r">“What the f-”</span>
A jolt of pain shot up your hand, and you couldn’t help but let out a yelp. The little fucker bit you! Is this shit poisonous!?
You swatted at your hand viciously, flattening the bug and leaving it to fall to the ground, lifeless. Ugh, it left a mark. And it’s swelling already.
Perfect.
<span class="mu-g">“Excuse me, sir. Are you alright?”</span>
You froze, recognizing the voice behind you as the scientist that had just been lecturing that group of college students.
You slowly turned to face Dr. Curtis Connors himself. His face was full of concern, but you couldn’t help but panic at the thought of him taking interest in you. All of a sudden, that drill you stole felt a lot heavier. And so did your arms. And…your legs for that matter. Was it getting hot in here?
You need to get out of here. Now.
>”I’m fine. Thank you.” Take your leave.
>”One of your mutant spiders just bit me! Please tell me that thing wasn’t poisonous!”
>”You’re Dr. Curt Connors…! I’m a huge fan!” Shake his hand and steal his watch.
>”Yeah, I…I don’t feel too good, doc.”
>Write-in.
