Renrael

Distracted

Distracted

((Originally posted on Tumblr))

Except for hundreds of tiny pushpin holes covering the largest of them, the apartment walls were bare. Instead, the dozens of pieces of paper recently rescued were strewn over a cramped dining table. The three young men sat at lazy, insolent angles around the mess of maps, schedules, and schematics.

The dry rustle of paper attempted to fill the silence as a calloused hand shoved angrily across the table. “Seriously, Ren? A guard? Fel, man. And she’s been fucking ARRESTED?!”

The words had been repeated frequently, in one way or another for the last hour.

Renrael repeated his answer, too: He looked away from his cousins with a scowl pulling his brows down to hood his eyes.

“They haven’t even questioned him. He’s clear. And we have work to do. Stop getting your shorts wedged up your ass about whatever broad Ren’s taking to bed, and get in the game. We go tomorrow night.”

“Shit man, what if he’s brought her back here. Did she see all this suspicious as hell shit?” Another slap to the table, this time sending a few pages flying off. They floated down the otherwise still air as Renrael turned to his cousins and adjusted himself in the chair with a cool look.

“No, of course not. I knew I shouldn’t have told you guys. It doesn’t affect anything. She hasn’t even been here. I took all the gear down a couple of weeks ago, just in case.” Ren’s knee bounced under the table as the younger pair of the trio glared at each other.

He hadn’t planned on telling them. Not until Fair’s arrest under vague circumstances made it a necessity. And the outstanding warrant for her arrest. His lover was a fugitive.

Cool, disapproving disappointment and smouldering anger were the reactions he’d expected. And each of his cousins had been true to prediction. Renrael bent down to snatch at the scattered papers, breaths coming shallow and fast as he kept his own frustration in check. He kept his jaw ground tight.

“Sit up. Shut up. Both of you.”

Renrael sulked and smoothed the map of the estate in front of him.

“Ren’s going to enter by the third story window on the East. I’m going to distract the guards and pull them to the veranda on the North wall so that he gets in. A flashbomb and some–”

Renrael couldn’t help it. They’d been over this plan half a dozen times. He’d been to that estate at least three times on deliveries. He had stopped paying attention.

Where was Fair? What was going on?

((Implications of guardsunspring ))