Len forgot to check the LSD of his device after they broke into their personal vault. His eyes on the jewels, and his mind everywhere but present. Thinking back on old heists as he jammed gemstones into his pockets, wishing he felt anything close to satisfaction, or joy.
Without the risk, there's no real reward.
They gems are pretty, yes. Potentially valuable. But it's never been about the value to Len. If he's addicted to any part of crime, it's the thrill of the chase. Executing a perfect plan, knowing there's no such thing as perfect, and waiting to see which of a hundred thousand different ways it goes wrong, or laughing like a madman all the way to or from the bank when miraculously, everything goes right. Either way, shit never goes down the same way twice.
That's what he loves about his job, or lack thereof.
This time, the failure of his plan is on him. There were factors he could have controlled. Conclusions he should've drawn. Of course Chronos would know he can't resist a challenge, especially when theft is on the table.
When the ice starts to melt, glowing a pale red from the other side, the edges sealing the door beginning to thin and crackle, Len's eyes go wide with fear.
"Get back!" A bark to Jacob as he whips his gun from its holster, who should know to cover his eyes by now. Len doesn't have time to remind him. He counters Chronos' flame with ice, his trigger finger white with pressure.
The temperature in the room is dropping. Too low, too fast. Len can keep Chronos out, but he'll freeze them both to death in the process. The walls and ceilings are already tinged blue with ice, growing thicker by the second.
There's no other exit. No ventilation shaft. No back door. No underground tunnel.
All that stands between them and the second-most terrifying man Len's ever known is a pair of busted up doors and a wall of ice, melting almost as quickly as he can generate it.
He takes his finger off the trigger, breath escaping his mouth in a frosty cloud.
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Len forgot to check the LSD of his device after they broke into their personal vault. His eyes on the jewels, and his mind everywhere but present. Thinking back on old heists as he jammed gemstones into his pockets, wishing he felt anything close to satisfaction, or joy.
Without the risk, there's no real reward.
They gems are pretty, yes. Potentially valuable. But it's never been about the value to Len. If he's addicted to any part of crime, it's the thrill of the chase. Executing a perfect plan, knowing there's no such thing as perfect, and waiting to see which of a hundred thousand different ways it goes wrong, or laughing like a madman all the way to or from the bank when miraculously, everything goes right. Either way, shit never goes down the same way twice.
That's what he loves about his job, or lack thereof.
This time, the failure of his plan is on him. There were factors he could have controlled. Conclusions he should've drawn. Of course Chronos would know he can't resist a challenge, especially when theft is on the table.
When the ice starts to melt, glowing a pale red from the other side, the edges sealing the door beginning to thin and crackle, Len's eyes go wide with fear.
"Get back!" A bark to Jacob as he whips his gun from its holster, who should know to cover his eyes by now. Len doesn't have time to remind him. He counters Chronos' flame with ice, his trigger finger white with pressure.
The temperature in the room is dropping. Too low, too fast. Len can keep Chronos out, but he'll freeze them both to death in the process. The walls and ceilings are already tinged blue with ice, growing thicker by the second.
There's no other exit. No ventilation shaft. No back door. No underground tunnel.
All that stands between them and the second-most terrifying man Len's ever known is a pair of busted up doors and a wall of ice, melting almost as quickly as he can generate it.
He takes his finger off the trigger, breath escaping his mouth in a frosty cloud.
"You got a weapon?"