Prologue: Silver Thief 

Prologue: Silver Thief 

Warning for this chapter: Fem!reader, crack, cringy aah codenames, english is not my first language so pls excuse any grammar mistakes, dividers aren't mine either, reader has no family or friends. Takes place in Cuba 🇨🇺. Use of Y/N.

You were Silver Thief. Cunning, quick, sly, always gone in a flash of silver (that's where you got your code name from), and infamous for being wanted by not only the government due to your illegal activities, but by other gangs and organizations. So, you stayed in the shadows observing, watching and stealing. Filling in your own and your company's pockets. Until...

Boss hoe: [Name], we need you for another mission.

Y/N: 👅👅👅boom shakalaka i cant and wont bc u promised me a vacay

Boss hoe: You can't be for real. You're Silver Thief.

Y/N: nonono, let me cut u in right there, i may be silver thief, but i am still human and want, no, deserve a vacay.

Boss hoe: Where to.

Y/N: YES YES YES YES!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉🥳🥳🥳

Boss hoe: .

Y/N: cuba

And that's how you ended up here, in Cuba. You sigh as you scroll on your phone while waiting in a very long line in the airport, longer that you expected, waiting to get through security to be allowed in the country. You look up from your phone and turn it off, since it's about to die anyway, and scan the crowd. You look around at the people, silently judging them on how easy it could be to pit-pocket them. 

'That one would be really easy,' you think while looking at a man. 'His phone is practically about to fall out of his pocket. I bet I can take it...' But with an internal jolt, you remember that your hoe of a boss specifically said not to pit-pocket anyone or do anything in crowded areas that might give away any hints about your secret job.

You sigh again. 'It's not like I have any friends to tell anyway.' You think recalling another memory of another of your boss's instructions, telling you to cut ties with any family or friends. You look up and the ceiling, staring at the fan on it for a moment before going back to judging people.

'Oh, I bet I could pit-pocket her, him too he doesn't look like he has his guard up...' You let your thoughts trail off as you get lost in you mind. 

And then you get to a certain someone. Actually, two certain someones. Both of them guys. One relatively tall, indigo eyes, and dark purple hair. Wearing a plain black tee and a shorts. And beside him was another guy, just slightly shorter with snow white hair and a green stripe. 

You were staring at them long enough for them to notice you staring. But, you could've sworn you knew them from somewhere.

a/n: yay! done with the prologue thingy

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