You'd run like this before- hopping over garden fences and then sneaking out back gates, climbing gutter pipes and shimmying along the sides of rooftops until it was safe enough to drop down without breaking both of your legs.

Of course, today was different- because today you weren't alone.

If either of you had been given a choice, you would have gone your separate ways and never seen each other again. But crime is a funny thing, so here you both are, staking out a mansion robbery on top of a nearby rooftop.

You're bored out of your mind. The sky is mostly an empty blackness above you, void of any of it's natural beauty, because a bunch of rich-ass humans decided they preferred comfort over the well-being of nature.

You lean back against the rooftop, still staring up at the blank sky. The black balaclava covering your face is itchy, so you pull it off, tossing it at Five. He catches it without a backwards glance, throwing it back at you.

Sitting up, you scoot over to where he is, legs dangling over the edge of the rooftop. You match his posture, resting your elbows on your knees and glancing over at him.

"Stake-outs are boring. Why can't we just blow the place to hell?" you mumble, huffing softly under your breath. As you do that, the exhale turns itself visible in the cold night air. It looks sort of like some odd organic cigarette smoke, if you think about it.

"Because that would be stupid," he responds, still staring fixedly at the house below, tapping his fingers against his knee in a fidgety way- like he's just as tense as you are.