Stealing the Wrong Treasure

Summary

I was the top bounty thief in the organization. The best they had.

After turning in my final score, I announced on the spot that I was done for good.

Then, I stood in my studio, blending paint.

A single photograph was pinned to the wall before me.

Black Viper filled the doorway, the light behind him casting his face in shadow.

"What's it like," he asked quietly, "pretending to be an artist?"

He stepped further inside.

"Does paint smell better than blood?"

I placed the palette knife down and wiped my hands slowly. "I'm done. I walked away."

"Old Fox didn't approve of it."