across her face. "Surely you don't think I'm going to share this painting with you?" She asked, laughing coldly at him.
Robert's laughter faded as realization passed over his face. He hadn't thought she'd have the guts to turn against him, but he hadn't calculated how beyond pissed she was at his betrayal.
"It's cute how you assumed I was going to let you take credit for finding the painting." Sophie glanced between the two men, who were watching her with shocked expressions. "You really shouldn't trust a thief. Not if you value yourself."
This time it was Luke who began to laugh. "Your own partner's turning against you. I believe this is what they call irony." He pulled down his hood so that Sophie could barely make out his features. Luke seemed only a few years younger than herself, and his shaggy black hair fell down into his eyes as rain slid down his face.
As he began walking towards her, Sophie lifted the gun at him. Luke raised his hands in surrender, a small smile on his pale lips. "I'm not going to hurt you." As he approached, Sophie saw he was watching her softly. "If I had known you were a girl, I wouldn't have touched you." He said, his voice lowering as he came closer.
"It seems everyone's having a difficult time remembering who's side they're on." Sophie commented bitterly. "I don't need your pity." She kept the gun pointed at his chest, not trusting him for a second.
"I wasn't giving it." Luke reminded her, laughing again. "You can have the painting. You deserve it after beating that guy." He motioned to Robert, who was staring at them expressionlessly.
He nodded once at her before trudging away from the building.
"Luke!" Robert called out, turning to the other man for a moment. "Max can't find out about who she is."
Sophie glanced at Luke's retreating figure, and swore she heard him mutter "I understand," before disappearing into the night.
Now that she was alone with Robert, Sophie felt her resolve wavering. She was fighting the urge to trust him, but she still had a point she hadn't made yet.
"Toss me the keys to your car." Sophie ordered.
"I'm not scared of you." Robert began walking towards her just as Luke had. It seemed like neither of them had been worried she would fire. This thought ignited Sophie's temper. When Robert took another step Sophie fired the gun up at the sky, just as another roll of thunder resounded overhead. It had been years since she'd last fired a gun, but the shock wasn't unfamiliar. Her grandfather had taken her to a shooting range when she was younger, and she knew enough about guns to use one when she needed to.
Robert's eyes widened as he watched her, obviously shocked that she knew what she was doing. It seemed like he was always doubting her, and she was continuously proving him wrong.
"You should be." Sophie replied, grinning.
"Stop messing around." Robert ordered sternly. "Someone could've heard that."
"You realize this is the second time you've screwed me over in one day." Sophie mentioned, her voice turning casual. She was becoming more confident by the minute.
"I told you not to trust me." He reminded her coldly.
"This is me learning from my past mistakes." She shrugged, trying to mock how he'd acted before. "You know, for such an amazing thief you definitely slipped up on this one."
"If you hadn't been here, I would've had him." Robert replied, his eyes narrowing.
"Keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better." Sophie turned and began backing away from him, heading for the street.
"What about the car keys?" Robert asked, obviously trying to bide more time until he could turn the situation in his favor.
Sophie slipped one hand into her back pocket, and brought out her cell phone. She was surprised it was still working with all the water damage it must've experienced, but she was grateful nonetheless. "I'll call a cab for myself. Think of this as me being
Robert's laughter faded as realization passed over his face. He hadn't thought she'd have the guts to turn against him, but he hadn't calculated how beyond pissed she was at his betrayal.
"It's cute how you assumed I was going to let you take credit for finding the painting." Sophie glanced between the two men, who were watching her with shocked expressions. "You really shouldn't trust a thief. Not if you value yourself."
This time it was Luke who began to laugh. "Your own partner's turning against you. I believe this is what they call irony." He pulled down his hood so that Sophie could barely make out his features. Luke seemed only a few years younger than herself, and his shaggy black hair fell down into his eyes as rain slid down his face.
As he began walking towards her, Sophie lifted the gun at him. Luke raised his hands in surrender, a small smile on his pale lips. "I'm not going to hurt you." As he approached, Sophie saw he was watching her softly. "If I had known you were a girl, I wouldn't have touched you." He said, his voice lowering as he came closer.
"It seems everyone's having a difficult time remembering who's side they're on." Sophie commented bitterly. "I don't need your pity." She kept the gun pointed at his chest, not trusting him for a second.
"I wasn't giving it." Luke reminded her, laughing again. "You can have the painting. You deserve it after beating that guy." He motioned to Robert, who was staring at them expressionlessly.
He nodded once at her before trudging away from the building.
"Luke!" Robert called out, turning to the other man for a moment. "Max can't find out about who she is."
Sophie glanced at Luke's retreating figure, and swore she heard him mutter "I understand," before disappearing into the night.
Now that she was alone with Robert, Sophie felt her resolve wavering. She was fighting the urge to trust him, but she still had a point she hadn't made yet.
"Toss me the keys to your car." Sophie ordered.
"I'm not scared of you." Robert began walking towards her just as Luke had. It seemed like neither of them had been worried she would fire. This thought ignited Sophie's temper. When Robert took another step Sophie fired the gun up at the sky, just as another roll of thunder resounded overhead. It had been years since she'd last fired a gun, but the shock wasn't unfamiliar. Her grandfather had taken her to a shooting range when she was younger, and she knew enough about guns to use one when she needed to.
Robert's eyes widened as he watched her, obviously shocked that she knew what she was doing. It seemed like he was always doubting her, and she was continuously proving him wrong.
"You should be." Sophie replied, grinning.
"Stop messing around." Robert ordered sternly. "Someone could've heard that."
"You realize this is the second time you've screwed me over in one day." Sophie mentioned, her voice turning casual. She was becoming more confident by the minute.
"I told you not to trust me." He reminded her coldly.
"This is me learning from my past mistakes." She shrugged, trying to mock how he'd acted before. "You know, for such an amazing thief you definitely slipped up on this one."
"If you hadn't been here, I would've had him." Robert replied, his eyes narrowing.
"Keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better." Sophie turned and began backing away from him, heading for the street.
"What about the car keys?" Robert asked, obviously trying to bide more time until he could turn the situation in his favor.
Sophie slipped one hand into her back pocket, and brought out her cell phone. She was surprised it was still working with all the water damage it must've experienced, but she was grateful nonetheless. "I'll call a cab for myself. Think of this as me being
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