Killian Jones was pretty much like any other thieving con-artist. Charismatic, skilful, and knowledgeable when it came to artefacts. He was about to turn for the night after another successful steal from a party he had been ‘graciously invited’ to. Admiring a jade necklace, he had stolen from one of the female patrons there, he was cruising down the lonesome road in his white Ford car only to realise he had taken a wrong turn. Mostly because his eyes were on the necklace he had gotten. Though he should be luckier he did not get into an accident. However, Killian only realised this as the road began to grow more uneven towards a gravel path. He was about to put the car in reverse before the large manor to his left caught his attention. Figuring it must be some coincidental fate thing that lead him here, he would just reluctantly take it as another way to earn big. After all the night was still young. But he needed to come up with a convincing excuse to be let in.
Popping it open, he would then purposefully sabotage his own car by cutting his brake wire open with some pliers he had stored in the trunk of his car. The car was then left with the hood open and exhaust pouring out. Quickly walking over to the main entrance, he would give the knock a couple of knocks. Looking back over to the car, he continues to survey the front yard surrounding the gravel path. Grass patches and hedges neatly trimmed, a fountain in the middle. Whoever owns this place must be pretty loaded he thought. Only then did a senior-looking man appeared at the door. Killian could only guess he was in his 60s. “Hey, apologies if I’m interrupting your evening, Sir. I was just on my way back home till my car over there broke down. Hope it is not too much trouble for me to use your phone? I’d use mine if I actually brought it, but I left at home.”
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