Ah Republic City! So many sights to see, so many things to do. It was almost overwhelming to the average joe. Fortunately, Taylor was no longer overwhelmed by the sheer amount of options a city like Republic City provided. He sat from a park bench watching tourist and residents pass by, moving along their daily lives. Watching them was relaxing, like a cat watching mice scramble around. Still, today wasn't about stealing freely like he would usually. He had a particular topic in mind, something to ease tensions before the next big job. And finally, after a half an hour of scanning he finally found his target. A rather large woman with a larger lunch bag walked by thirty meters from where he sat. The brand on the lunch bag was partially clouded, but he was sure that it was what he was looking for.
Taylor swiftly shuffled to his feet as he wasted no time subtly following in the footsteps of his target. He continued to walk behind her for five minutes while he tried to figure out what distraction he could make to get what he needed. It wasn't until he saw a few construction workers on a conveyor belt that his mind really started working. Taylor's right wrist flicked as a dagger flew into his grasp. He kept his arm lowered as he threw it weakly at the base of the construction site. The dagger had just enough power to dig itself into the side of a paint can, which caused paint to stream out. Taylor then smiled when a man tried to pick up the can to raise it to the men on the conveyor belt and then poured paint all over himself. The uproar from the man caused most of the residents to turn and stare at the commotion, including the pleasantly plumped lady. As soon as he saw the woman's attention was on the incident, Taylor sneaked pass the few people in between the two of them and caused another dagger to come to his left hand. In one swift motion he sliced the handle off of the bag while he bent his knees and scooped the food up in the grips of his right arm before it dropped to the ground, and thus caused a sound. Finally, once the food was his, he swiftly departed and found a nearby sewer manhole. He raised the manhole and climbed down the ladder as he held the food closely to his chest.
Once he got to the bottom, he took a breath in self congratulations. He also slid the dagger back into his coat as he used both hands to open up the food. Just as he hoped, the food that he stole was beef curry special from one of those restaurants with a name too fancy to pronounce correctly. Since it was that strange boy's favorite meal, he hoped that bringing it to him would ease the tension he felt with that other boy. He also hoped that the peace offering would be just the ticket to get him recruited into something much bigger than the two of them. It was possibly something that, if done right, could get them living in the most expensive part in the city. As he put the lid back on the food, however, his pet rat Crescendo appeared. "Hey girl." He said as he pet the rodent softly with his index finger. While the rat was receptive to the petting, it smelled the air around the finger and squeaked with anxious enthusiasm. "Sorry girl, but this is for the other guy." Taylor said as the rat let out the softest sigh. Taylor then sighed as he reached into his glute pocket and took out a bit of bread. He broke it in half and gave the piece in his left hand to the rat. "Don't say I never gave you anything." Taylor said as the rat squeaked for joy. Taylor then got the food in both hands as he stood up and looked around. "Any idea where I could find him?" Taylor asked. Crescendo stopped eating momentarily to sniff the area around. He performed some squeaks which triggered squeaks from other rats in the sewer. As soon as the squeaks stopped the rat pointed his nose down a path towards the left. "Got it. Thanks little squeak!" Taylor said as he went down that path.
