Honor among thieves (Shade)

It was a cold cloudy day and the winds up above the majority of the buildings were strong so strong in fact Carrick didn’t feel like working that much to stay airborne so he stayed just below the lower rooftops which provided him a nice steady gust of wind to keep him aloft. He was in mutant town and it was around three meaning the streets were busy with people coming home from work or getting ready for the late shift. It also meant the streets would be ripe with some targets. It wasn’t often the winged thief traveled in the mutant district to conduct his business mainly because there was either an extra set of eyes everywhere, or because there was always someone that could shoot him down. The fliers were the least of his concerns there were a few that could keep up with him but so far once he hit the higher altitudes most seemed to give up and go home before they caught him.

Mismatched color eyes scanned down below as he searched for his first target making sure there wasn’t anyone with a visible mutation that would indicate a problem for him. ”’ello, ‘ello” Carrick said to himself in a soft voice as he spotted a shady character tailing a suit. It was easy for Carrick to spot other pickpockets the tells and the signs said it all after all it is what he usually does. With a birds eye view Carrick could see a lot more than on the ground sure he wasn’t right there but he knew the body language enough when someone was about to make a snatch.

Carrick waited for a second then shrugged his shoulders and tilted his wings before heading towards the pair, he was bored and so often when he was bored he had a tendency to do things he normally wouldn’t and shouldn’t do like pick a pick-pocket or pick from a mutant who was four times his size and big and red.

Carrick smirked and waited till the lift was complete before he pretended to lose control and fell from the sky confidently landing into the man with the head and the suit. ”Sorry!” Carrick called out his wings batting the man in the hood once then twice before lifting his wallet and putting it into his pocket before no one noticed. ”Windy up there and all!” Carrick got to his feet and gave both of the men a nod before sighing, ”Know what they say though, get hit by a fallen angel and its best to play the lottery!” Carrick smirked nodded to both and flapped his wings a few times kicking up dirt and dust before getting some air and traveling up the road. ”Easy peasey.” Carrick said with a large smirk feeling the wallet in his back pocket. A fair trade in his mind, the pick-pocket picks a pocket only to get picked himself.