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The day turned slowly to late evening. Clock was ten minutes away from half past ten and conversations in the living room didn't get quiet. Seven of them didn't have a stable group name and it changed every two months. They still were a very known criminal group, which honed their robberies to perfection. Now they were planning a big robbery at Keralis' vault. Fear of failure and getting caught were always tickling in their mind, because none of them looked like normal society members.
Group were first gathered around Iskall's living room about four hours ago. They didn't have any other places to go, because Grian’s and Scar’s basement flooded some day ago. Seven of them decided that Iskall’s apartment would be safest, even though they had a roommate. Iskall told them that their friend would be a normal day job doing man and how he always went to sleep at the same time. Brown haired also told that their roommate didn't mind about Iskall’s guests and what they did, as long as they let him sleep peacefully. That information was enough for the rest of the criminals.
“How can we get into Doc's security systems without looking too suspicious?” Tango questioned and then added:”Keralis’ house has a very strong security system and I doubt that the vault is even stronger”. Many of them just shrugged, at the same time Tango just got replies that they need to think about it more. This was the first time when they were planning this in a group, so they had time to think. “We need to get Keralis’ house blueprints. How can we get them?” Cub asked, and many of them turned to watch Etho, who was sitting in a corner. “Yup yup. I can blackmail Beef”, the masked man replied, getting a few of them to laugh. Vintage beef, or just Beef, was designed half of Keralis’ house and was Etho’s friend. Nobody knew Etho’s identity, not even his mother.
Criminal group continued sharing different ideas, until they freezed. Iskall’s roommate’s door opened squeaking and they saw black haired man with a mustache. Clock was exactly half past ten. The man was wearing a dark blue nightcap with white stripes. He had the same pattern nightgown. Man also had very fluffy looking socks, nicely in a sock lock. “Oh hallo Mumbo! Don't mind us”, Iskall said to their friend. Mustached man stopped like deer in lights, then quickly watched everyone in the living room. Mumbo nodded and then waddled to the fridge. He felt everyone’s eyes in his back, but he didn't let them affect his routine. Mumbo took an opened milk carton from the fridge, and then looked for a small pot from the cabinet, making loud noises.
Man put the stove on, and at the same time poured milk in the pot, however, leaving a little bit on the bottom. He hummed a quiet lullaby, but luckily it didn't reach the living room. Kitchen lamp flickered lightly, which reminded childhood’s grandma's house. Mumbo leaned on the adjacent kitchen level very relaxed, at the same time mixing his milk with a wooden spoon. People in the living room were still quet, and mumbo didn't know what was so shocking about him. Adult big man is just warming a milk, nothing more or less.
Time for boiled milk, Mumbo got it to the right temperature. Man clicked the stove off and moved warm milk to a very large mug. Mustached man put an almost empty milk carton back to the fridge, holding a mug with another hand. “Dude! Did you leave a few milk troll drops there?” Iskall shouted from sofa. Mumbo turned his head to iskall like lightning, then looking at them like a wet cat who got caught. Man closed the fridge very slowly, not minding swede’s yell. Mumbo grabbed a mug with both of his hands, then turned off the kitchen light. He stepped on the living room area saying:”good night to everyone”. Criminal group was still confused, and Grian had his mouth open a little bit. “Good night Mumbo”, Iskall replied, sounding that they were used to it. They watched how Mumbo waddled back to his room. The lock clicked shut and Iskall’s roommate were gone.
“Yeah anyways, that Keralis’ house…?”