Saiga adjusted his blazer, pulling the seams straight as he leaned against the hood of the car, all the while keeping an eye out.
This might normally be considered grunt work but with his father inside attending to business, guarding the get away car was a job that required unquestionable loyalty.
Even so, he couldn’t help but grin. It was a beautiful night out, everything else aside. The breeze was warm and the sky was clear. For once he could see the stars.
A movement near rooftop level caught his eye. Someone climbing out of an apartment window, then down the fire escape. Someone in pale acid wash jeans and a white, flowing sweater.
It must have been thin with the way it kept getting caught in the breeze. They were about as easy to spot as if there were a searchlight on them. Not a burglar then. Or at least not a smart one.
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