100 Systems Invasion

41. Dear Me

She was dead. And with her body buried in a sacred funeral, he took a thumb driver out of her table’s drawer.

Oh no, he didn’t meant to. She wanted me to have it, was a lie he prepared in case someone asked. But, no one ever ask him anything anymore. He was not the favorite people to have around. Who would, in their right mind, want to be associated with him. A King of Thief, he used to proudly declare himself, since long before he could remember, seeking attention while elusively avoiding any accusation the law enforcement tried so hard to arrest him with.

Now? He didn’t care at all.

Even so, he still prepared another argument. It was in his nature, he would say, as part of his brain would reminded him of the morality he was not familiar with. Then, they wouldn’t press for more, because that’s what they expected of him. They knew too well.

One thing he didn’t prepare was, “What the hell are you doing here?”

He bolted out of her room, out of her house, leaving behind a man he knew by