While the staff panics over the missing prince, Jay dashes across an emptied courtyard to the other side of the embassy. There are two more possibilities to inspect and, as he hoped, the guards for those doors have joined the commotion. He’s going to take advantage of this distraction while he can.
The good news is, his first choice is a room with a very promising looking vault.
The bad news? Apparently someone else had the same idea.
“Hey, what are you doing here?” Jay asks, trying to sound authoritative instead of like an impostor. Considering his true identity, well, he’s depending more on the fact that it worked once already.
The other figure, definitely not a guard from his clothes or lean frame, startles away from the vault door.
“You’re not supposed to be here,” Jay adds, only about seventy percent sure of that.
“Ah, yes, well… you see… I was just…” the guy stammers and Jay is actually kind of embarrassed for him. If there were rules for being a thief, one of them would definitely be not to get flustered if caught. Of course, one of the rules before that one would be not to get caught in the first place.
“Uh huh,” Jay says, expression and tone blatantly disbelieving.
The would-be thief sighs and sort of slumps, running a hand through his short hair, “I thought I’d have more time. It seemed like everyone was headed to my room so I thought I’d be able to crack this before then.”
… This is ridiculous.
“Prince Amir,” Jay says flatly, and said prince reacts with a sheepish wince.
“I don’t suppose I could convince you to keep this a secret from my father?” Amir asks, and Jay can hardly hold back his laughter. No way is he going anywhere near the ambassador.
“That depends,” Jay replies, an idea forming in his head.
“On what?” the prince says back.
“On how far along you got.” After all, getting someone else to open a lock for you is half the fun of stealing.
A/N: Ugh, very short, and yet still somehow not at all what I had planned. THIS FIC.