The Beautiful Thief*
Acting

Quenna

Who is that guy? How did he get in here? Does he want to take the ring, too?

Nah! I have to get it first. I managed to get in here with great difficulty. He wanted to take the ring.

"Victorian Ruby Red Ring is in the drawer number 157" advanced system sound that sounds like the voice of google assistant.

As quickly as possible I ran to the left drawer of this room. But unfortunately these drawers are a lot and all are close to each other.

155, 156, 157. Gotcha!

I opened the drawer but it didn't open. It's locked! I reached into my pants pocket and took out a small wire. Then fold the wire in half so that there is a small arch at the end.

As I was about to insert the wire into the keyhole, I slightly glanced at the man. 

He was still in the same place and just saw me who was busy opening the drawer.

"Don't expect me to let you take this ring." chirped me who focused on turning the slot inside the keyhole.

"Nobody can stand in my way, miss. I always get what I want." she replied.

Click. It opens! 

I immediately took the black box and put it in my suit pocket. 

"I've got the ring." I whispered to Thomas through the earphone. Right now I'm walking fast towards the exit. But the man blocked my path. 

He raised his hand to ask for the ring. Huh! Just yummy. 

I walked past him and held the handle of the iron door ready to exit. Suddenly the man's hand pulled my arm and moved my hand away from the doorknob.

I quickly shook off his hand and turned around to avoid. He tried to grab my arm again, this time I twisted my arm and elbowed his stomach.  

I got off! Without wasting any time I opened the door and immediately ran away. The sound of footsteps came running after me. 

After going down the stairs I turned towards the side exit. Open the iron door hard and head to the parking lot.

Bruk! Shit!

Suddenly the man thrust his body at me from behind. He tried to take off my suit.

You're starting to piss me off! 

I turned around and kicked his shin and threw a fist into his jaw. Not until there, I also took a knife from my pants pocket. 

"You're pretty nimble too." he praised. And in an instant he came forward and tried to take the knife from my hand.

He thinks I'm stupid?

Just as he was advancing his right leg, I slightly retreated to keep my knife away. Seconds later I tried to scratch my knife on his right leg. He dodged right before the knife touched his foot. 

And subconsciously I made a gap, he kicked me in the stomach very hard. 

**** you, dude!

My adrenaline's mounting. I replied with a quick gesture of pointing the knife at his legs, arms and neck.

Sets. Sets. Sets. Sets.

Damn. He was quite good at dodging all my attacks and only scratched a little on his arm.

He moved closer and tried to grab my suit. This time I aimed my knife at his leg and it worked. 

He hissed feeling the impact of the blade. It's my time to go!

I turned and ran towards the parking lot. The sound of footsteps is still heard. Then he's still following me. 

Bruk!

He kicked me in the back and pulled my suit again. My hand moved to slam the knife into his neck but he held my hand. For a few seconds we stared.

"Give me the ring." asked the man.

"Try to take it." my challenge then broke away from the man's grasp. 

"Q, is there a problem? Why haven't you come yet?" ask Thomas worriedly.

Because of my distracted attention, it made it easier for the man to pull my arm and turn it back. 

"Ugh! " my hissing is withstanding pain. 

He cornered me against the wall and reached into my suit pocket. But he looked confused because he did not find the black box ring earlier.

The opportunity! I banged my head against his head and thrust the knife into his left arm and stomach.

Last time I jumped and did a round kick. That was enough to make him stoop in pain.

I ran to the parking lot and found Thomas's car.

"Hurry way!" I shouted to Thomas.

I breathed a sigh of relief and kept my knife back. 

"What's wrong?" ask Thomas.

"There's a masked man chasing me. He wants the ring too." I explained.

Screeecchh…

Suddenly Thomas braked the car suddenly making me fall to the dashboard.

"What the ****! Thomas!" yells annoyed.

"Is he the man you mean?" thomas asked, looking ahead.

I spontaneously saw the direction, and sure enough. In front was a man riding a sports motorcycle blocking our car.

Without opening the helmet he came down to us.

Tuk. Tuk. Tuk.

He knocked on the glass window and hinted me to get out.

"Thomas, we better go now!" I looked at Thomas.

"No. We'll face it. He thinks he's great!" thomas said and got out of the car.

"Hey! What are you doing!? Arrghs. It's getting more complicated. It took the staff 30 minutes to find out the missing item and report it to the police. Right now we are on the road! Aassh.. You idiot!" my annoyance is that Thomas's stupidity.

I saw him pushing the guy. Thomas's punch missed, and he even hit the man in the stomach. Then he quickly twisted Thomas' arm to make him unable to move and locked his neck.

"****!" aspersons Thomas.

Right you. He's not at all better than me. How humiliating! 

I don't want to get out of the car either.

"Take him off" I said calmly.

"Give me the ring first." the man replied. His voice was a little unclear because of the helmet he was wearing.

"No. Don't give it to him, Q." stop Thomas. Instantly the man's hand tightened the hand that locked Thomas' neck.

"Arghh!! " his Thomas. He looks in pain.

"Enough. We do it together. You take him off and I'll give you the ring." I said. 

Just as Thomas has reached a safe distance, I will reclaim the box.

"Deal." he replied and began to slowly release Thomas.

I walked over and took the ring box out of my pants pocket.

Thomas had already walked away about 5 steps and the man was clutching the box in my hand. With a swirling motion I kicked his helmet hard. I tried to open his hand that was holding the box but it was very difficult to open.

The man snarled and threw his helmet into the street. Feeling threatened, I took my knife and pointed it at her neck.

"You're very aggressive." chirped the man with a smirk.

"You're a real bitch." I said. 

Somehow he was able to dodge and run into the alley. I caught up with him too. I vaguely heard Thomas calling me but I ignored him.

Just before turning into another alley. I jumped on the wall and took a kick to the temple.

He was dazed and held his bleeding temple.

This opportunity I used to attack him with a knife. Over and over again he was hit by an incision and when he was cornered into the wall I locked his neck and pointed my knife in front of his pants.

"Give me my ring. You don't want your future lost?" threaten me with him. I can feel his anger through his tightened jaw.

"Take it if you can." he challenged. I saw his hand swing the box and then throw it up.

Because my attention is distracted. He turned things around by turning my hand and taking my knife. Now he's pushing me against the wall with my arm.

"Thank you for the hard work" he whispered in my ear. I glanced at the box that was now in his hands again.

"I'm not your errand boy." I said cynically.

"indeed not. You are more than that. See you later." said the man before running away and getting into the car at the other end of the alley.

But I smiled at his passing. He is not aware of one thing.

"You did bring the box. But not with the ring." I murmured.

It was while picking up the ring box in the pants pocket. I quietly opened it slightly until there was a blemish for the ring to fall into my pocket.

I was acting a little so he was sure the box had a ring. And it turns out he was so stupid.

I immediately went back to Thomas and told him to get the gas home.