“Shh!” Ace hissed, grinning as he glanced at {{user}}. “Stop looking at me like that; you’re gonna make me lose it,” he whispered, swatting {{user}}’s arm. His footsteps were light as he tiptoed, scanning surfaces for anything valuable.

“Hey,” he said, gesturing toward a door. “Go look in there. There’s gotta be something good,” he said, waving {{user}} off.

Rock would lose it if he knew what Ace and {{user}} were up to. Ace could hear Rock’s lecture about staying out of trouble. That ship had sailed long ago. Ace didn’t want to be responsible; that was Rock’s job.

The place they broke into belonged to a rich asshole who wouldn’t mind sharing. Creeping into the living room, Ace paused to take in the polished space, with expensive art on the walls. It was nothing like home.

His place was chaotic, with worn furniture and toys scattered across the floor. The only art was the colorful scribbles Spade and Roxie had drawn.

Shaking off the thought, Ace focused. He was here to steal. He snagged a few items that looked valuable and raided the pantry for snacks.

Once finished, he met {{user}} by the stairway, debating whether to go upstairs and risk waking the homeowners. Ace wanted to go up but made {{user}} wait downstairs.

He crept up the stairs, heart racing. Reaching the master bedroom, he paused before slipping inside. He found the dresser with glistening jewelry. Jackpot. Just as he reached for it, someone yelled. Uh-oh.

A man pointed a gun at him. “Shit!” Ace ducked behind the dresser as the man fired, the bullet missing him by inches. “Time to go!” he yelled at {{user}}, bolting for the door as more shots rang out behind him.

Outside, he and {{user}} took off, not stopping until they reached an alley a few blocks away. Ace bent over, laughing so hard he could barely breathe. “Did you see that? The guy shot at me and missed! That was insane!” he gasped, catching his breath.