Part-Time Gods

ere was too much to plan in a short amount of tim

ehouse so I had to move quickly. "Now we just reverse image search,

s digging. After an hour of scouring the internet, I finally found the names of all o

taking. I had gotten in unnoticed easily enough tonight, I should be able to do it again so long as no one saw me on the

ybe some extra hands.

e to tell me you already f*cked something up?" He was benching a rather impressive amou

self. "I just," I pulled my shoulders back and held my head high. "I wanted to let you know that I hav

this up." He finished his set and

say? I'll make you proud? It'd be a cold d

you to check

my heel, making my way out of

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t very far anyway. The plan was simple; steal the art, get caught, get taken, gain their trust. Okay, so may

t-up Dodge van and gave me a troubled look. "Fix your f

's den by then. Dead or alive. I'm sure Arthur would be relieved by the former at the very least. It could be an early birth

ying to suss out what I was up to.

"Oh most definitely not." I shrugged when he narrowed his

ou always have to get into

blink. "If you ever speak to me that way again, I'll make sure to live-stream your castration." I took the b

laugh. "I'm just teasing Selene. Put the

ot one for bluffing. "I'll bring the van back if I can. Or if I can't, I

ack of his neck with a calloused hand and looked away towards the

And I appreciate it but I think yo

t on his features that I chose to i

miled and turned, heading back into h

ed fast food and did my best not to gag. The engine kicked over easily

anted to go about this. I knew I'd be loading the paintings myself, so loading the van would take about

ith them. But, I imagined that I wouldn't need to have a solid destination because the enti

back door of the warehouse that I had gone through before and quickly picked the three loc

nk

ble. Luckily none of the framed paintings were very heavy, and I was fairly strong and tall for a female. I stood

was too early to be found. I listened intently and tucked myself into the shadows. After a

, practically running the paintings to t

a laugh; I had f*cking done it, or at

e van and turned

f*cking k

my fist into the steering wheel and slammed both feet into

now. Not before I even had a proper chance. Before I could spiral, I threw my body from the van and m

en my goddamn legs. I searched my empty mind palace for everything I knew about older cars. The battery, not sh*t I could do

a semi truck. The battery cab

d down once more and barreled into the driver's seat, turning over the engine once more

cond, doing it's damndest to escape my chest cavity. I turned right on Fox Avenue and slammed on the gas. There was no one around a

d and pressed my combat boot down on the gas. Fourth gear. Fifth gear. I was flying down the street when I saw the cars

better. They sped after me and spread out as I presse

make this e

ectively cutting off one of the cars that pursued me. They dodged

hree heads. They looked to be yelling at one another

king-peasy. I may not be able to outrun them in their nicer, new

ed back down on all four wheels and the paintings rolled around in the back of the van. They wouldn't survive this and I m

e down the middle of the two-way highway. It took them only a second to be on either side of

more, slamming into him, before a deli

searching my jacket