Trying to find the words for a few moments, Ragnar spoke rather confidently "I got us a heist with Bekker and his crew."
That was the point Axion sighed. This didn't surprise him at all. "Bekker? Really? Last time, he screwed us over and left us to get caught."
"That was 2 months ago. I'm entirely positive it'll be different now."
"Okay, fine." Axion gave up on arguing "What are we stealing anyway?"
"Check it." Ragnar stood up and pointed on the map of Panor City, right at the Micma House. It was a, and the most Noble and known House in Vgorikia.
The Micma House was one of the few that owned their very own training dojo for both martial arts, such as hand-to-hand combat and Faint Energy learning.
Axion just sighed and almost started laughing "You're insane. So what is it that is being plotted to take?" he asked again.
Ragnar did a dramatic suspense before finally telling him "The Totem of Miiraana" just casually.
It was only then that Axion started to hold back his laugh greatly. "That? And how do you expect to do that?"
"I'm glad you asked my good friend." As per usual, he sounded optimistic "That day, specifically, that night is when the King and Princess will be paying a visit to them so of course, almost all attention and security will be directed to the royalty and the Micma House, correct?"
"I guess..?" Axion's tone was questionable.
"That's where Bekker, his crew and we come in, infiltrate silently whilst everyone is distracted and boom, we take the totem."
The Totem of Miiraana was valuable to the expense that it's one of a kind. It was originally used for something else during the Old World but no one could figure out what, so now, since it's older than 500 years…
It's been kept by the Micma family for hundreds of years. They gave up on figuring out what it does for the last 150 years. Quite a sad decision, but they're very wealthy.
"Hope you're ready because we moved tonight." Ragnar added with a smile to which Axion's reply was just a sigh and a shake with his head.
Utter stupidity…
He knew that his best friend won't back down and is not the type to quit something once he begins, so he had no intention of backing out.
Regardless, many thoughts ran through his mind.
One was his goal he made when he was a kid and spoke with his mother. It's one of the few memories he actually retains of her to this day.
It was that he'll change everything by emerging awakened and become the strongest, changing the entire world by himself.
She always smiled at his ambitions and played along that she would always support him no matter where she was.
That's what drove him. But… The rate of being awakened after the age of 10 is impossible as the age range is 5 to 10.
No matter what, it applied and his hope stood out to him, watching out for his best friend, his brother from another mother, Ragnar.
Axion went out to train, leaving without a word.
100 pushups, 100 pull ups and 100 crunches followed with approximately 15 minutes of parkour. It was good.
He wasn't as strong as Ragnar, but he is a bit faster when he wants to be.
Upon finishing his training, Axion headed back with a neutral expression on his face, locking his thoughts on what will go down tonight.
He didn't trust Bekker all too much from their history, but this time he'll be ready.
In advance, they both dressed in black.
The sun setting didn't take long to come and the two of them went inside of Panor City regularly.
There they saw Bekker and two other guys. They were all the average 30's male build with facial hair.
"Axion, been a while. And here I thought you'd back out." Bekker said with a tone that he didn't like. Regardless, Axion played along.
"Nah. Anyway, lay out the plan."
"First things first, in approximately 20 minutes we will use the cover of darkness and infiltrate through the roof, take out security in stealth and enter inside."
It seemed pretty straightforward but also too vague of a plan. At best it was horseshit.
Bekker directed the two of them to somehow get through the windows on the sides whilst they had the balconies.
After not much conflict, they agreed and took their time, under the cover of the moon, climbing a house atleast a dozen houses away and hopping carefully to the house near it.
"Earlier you mentioned Dashai and evaluation, you know it costs a lot for people like us?" Axion directed a question towards his friend as they scoped out the street.
He smiled a bit, similar to a smirk "I do. But remember the goal you told me when we were younger. Have that faith."
"I do have it but Ragnar, at this rate man… Nah, you know what, never mind." Axion stopped himself and smirked a bit "I will remain a realist but I do believe in your purpose."
His best friend stood up and tightened his belt as it was soon becoming time. "Thanks. The promise you made to yourself - stick to it bro. Find something to fight for and everything'll be worth it."
"When did you get so wise?" Axion asked him jokingly "So what is it that you're fighting for?"
"For us to leave this dump of a nation and become famous and wealthy and have girls and shit."
Axion nodded with a genuine smile and fistbumped Ragnar.
Something was definitely strange as there weren't many guards. Then again, it was time for most to sleep and this was pure idiocracy.
Ragnar and Axion gave each other a nod and jumped onto the house, grabbing to the ledge of the roof quite narrowly as it was a big jump. They hung barely and noticed guards walking below them on the grass.
There had to have been atleast 10 of them just on that side of the house alone.
"Hey.." Ragnar whispered to Axion "I can't shimmy along this, my grip is giving out. I'll enter through there and I'll meet you inside."
"What?!" Axion whispered loudly, nearly losing his grip as Ragnar squeezed through an open window.
"Idiot…" he uttered as he heard a creak from holding the roof and shimmied a few times to the left, lowering himself onto the ledge of the window. It wasn't entirely closed so he just pushed it inside and went to enter.
He pulled himself inside and stood up, realizing he was in a luxurious bathroom.
"Okay. Time to move."