Zaeed knew damn well he wasn’t welcome here. There was no denying he knew it was wrong when he climbed in through the window, hid away from the soldiers walking around the lavish mansion.

This was his initiation. This was how he got into the gang he was trying to join; to steal something from the richest family in this part of the galaxy. He wasn’t exactly a sneaky guy, but this was important. He had to steal... something. Maybe he’d lift some data with his omnitool, or snag a family ring... it didn’t matter. He just had to make sure it was easily tracked to this family.

Slowly, he stepped through the dim room, squinting against the darkness. Really, he didn’t care about this gang. He was going to start his own someday. Right now, all he needed was a reputation; and the only way he could get that was by getting some experience. Being in this gang was a steppingstone. No one knew Zaeed Massani -- but they would.