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[dramaticflair]

In 2036, a fourth dimension was discovered. This new dimension, named Dimension W, was the source of unlimited energy, which was tapped into by devices called coils. Now, electricity and fossil fuels are a thing of the past. Everything is coil-powered, from cell phones, to vehicles, to robots.

Loser is an art thief of the most unusual kind. He made his debut by hijacking the communications network of Paris, projecting his image over the Arc De Triomphe, and announcing that he would be stealing a painting from the Louvre. The police naturally arrived to intercept him, but he managed to slip away without getting caught. Since then, his heists are always announced by a calling card, and are gaudy spectacles broadcast to the masses. He's actually got quite the fandom.

He's never managed to actually steal anything, hence his moniker. So, why does he do it?

That might be the real mystery.

Comments

[dramaticflair]

I'd rather maintain an air of mystery while I can.

[nostalgiabomb]

Boooo.

[ He pauses again, then nods once. ]

Fine. Toss it on the ground.

[dramaticflair]

Maybe next time.

[ As though there would be a "next time".

He gives a flick of his wrist, and the card skims along the tile, coming to rest at Peter's feet. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He kneels to pick it up, gun still trained on the other thief, and spares only a quick glance down to ensure it's the genuine article. Once he pockets it, he takes a step back, lowering the gun but not his guard. ]

Pleasure doing business with you, then?

[dramaticflair]

The pleasure is mine, Mister Mercenary. [ There’s a smile in his voice, and evident in the slight narrowing of his eyes. He sweeps into a bow. ] Until we meet again.