Raquel
Augustus Van Straus, the man who apparently stole back the Vase of Aphrodite, isn’t exactly discrete.
He’s on several most wanted lists in a good handful of countries, but the cocky son of a b***h isn’t the type of arms dealer who hides. I figured it’s because of his ego. Too proud to run away and hide like a mouse. In his mind, he probably thinks himself a giant as most megalomaniacs are wont to do.
I’m camped out beneath the green awning of a bakery with my hood pulled down low over my face. The bakery is closed for the day, but the smell of peppermint and cinnamon linger in the air. Using Gabriel’s phone, I decide to do a quick Google search.
Do I feel bad about stealing from him? Of course. But I figure it’s alright because he wasn’t always a civilian. It’s a very grey area
