The two thieves ran through the large gate of the abandoned factory, which was their temporary hideout, and made sure that no one was following them. A few minutes of waiting later, both males sighed calmly and dropped off the backpacks with their loot.

“For a second there I thought we'd get caught,” muttered one of the thieves, with a certain tone of happiness.

“That move against the security guard you made was decisive, good job Harold.”

“I appreciate whoever left that trash can in the alley,” Harold replied, removing the bandana which covered his entire head, revealing a handsome young fox with delicate features.

The vulpine's partner in crime also uncovered his face, revealing a middle-aged raccoon, and rubbed his hands together as he approached the loot they'd gotten.

“Credit to you, Gram. You were right about the security of that jewelry store.”

“I told you, it was a matter of waiting for the shift change,” the raccoon replied, as he shoved both hands into his backpack and lifted them again with several fancy necklaces and watches.

“So...how are we going to sell those things?”

“Easy, Harold, I know a guy in the south market who's in the business of buying these kinds of items.”

“Perfect, let's go there then!”

“Not so fast, kid. Private security was an easy thing to do, but by now the police should be on our trail, best to wait here for the streets to cool down.”

“Here? How long?” asked the fox, with clear annoyance.

“I'd say about three days... But don't worry, I hid some food and drink for this situation yesterday.”

“Tell me there's at least a bed and electricity in this place...”

“The electricity was cut off years ago, but there's an old mattress and a blanket in the office upstairs.”

Harold sighed regretfully, imagining how dull the next three days would be spent cooped up in that dingy, abandoned place. In an attempt to clear his mind, the fox opened his backpack, pulled out a couple of gold watches, and peered at them in the beam of light coming through the windows.