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Great faction with great support.

The moonlight glinted off the lavish estate's tall iron gates, casting ghostly shadows across the manicured hedges. Three figures in dark clothing crouched behind a nearby oak, scanning the grounds for movement before moving.

They were part of a faction known to most as The Righteous Wrongs. Their mission for the night was to liberate two expensive dogs without harming a hair on their heads—or so their underworld contacts had demanded.

Benevolence Shade, lanky and quiet, had earned his name most strangely. Despite looking like he might help an old lady cross the street, he was the one who orchestrated heists with the smooth efficiency of a seasoned villain. Piety Rage, broad-shouldered and tattooed, embodied a contradiction of his own. He was the team's muscle, a figure who preached calm in meetings yet roared into action like a thunderstorm when it came time to do the dirty work. Honor Deceit, the driver and self-styled “brains,” loved nothing more than the thrill of getaway chases. He talked incessantly about virtues and justice, but he’d steal candy from a baby if it furthered his cause.

They had spent weeks studying the comings and goings of the mansion’s owners, noting precisely when they drove out for their late-night dinners. By their calculations, the owners were due to leave any minute. Their hunch proved right as headlights glimmered through the driveway, and the heavy gate groaned open to allow a sleek luxury car to pass. Benevolence Shade peered around the oak trunk, waiting for the perfect moment to act.

As soon as the luxury car cleared the threshold and the gate slid shut, Piety Rage sprinted forward. He wedged a large stone in the gate’s path with practised precision. The clank echoed through the quiet air, but the gate halted mere inches from closing. Without hesitation, Honor Deceit revved the van’s engine, inching it slowly through the gap before anyone inside the house or on security detail could notice. The trio’s hearts pounded as they navigated across the gravel courtyard, nearing the grand entrance. They chose a spot behind a stand of ornamental topiaries to park. Piety Rage popped out first, scanning for cameras that might still be operational. The yard was silent, the towering windows dark. Benevolence Shade tiptoed to a broad bay window, pressing his face sideways against the glass. Inside, the silhouettes of plush sofas and polished floors looked empty, but he could sense movement deeper within.

Piety Rage circled back, giving a discreet thumbs-up to indicate no guards or roving dogs were out front. So far, all was going according to plan. Honor Deceit slipped around the side of the mansion to locate the circuit breaker. He found a metal panel near a vine-covered portion of the wall. He snipped the power line feeding into the estate with methodical precision, plunging the property into near-total darkness.

An electric buzz died out, followed by silence. The plan was to short the alarm system—if all went right, that meant one less obstacle to worry about. Benevolence Shade mentally braced that battery backups or old-school security devices could still be in play.

They regrouped by the front door, a looming slab of ornate wood reinforced with brass fixtures. This was always the hairiest moment—breaking in quietly without alerting the inhabitants or the dogs.

Benevolence Shade produced a slim lockpick set from his pocket. With careful, practised skill, he slid the tension wrench into the lock, feeling for each internal pin with gentle pressure. A few subtle clicks later, the door yielded. The muffled barking sounds reached their ears, confirming that the two dogs were awake. One bark was low and resonant, the other shrill and unsure. No doubt the Mastiff and the Shih Tzu they had come to snatch. Benevolence Shade eased the door open a crack, revealing the outline of a massive shape in the hallway. The Mastiff let out a rumbling bark, more curious than outright aggressive, while a slight white blur darted behind it.

Piety Rage silently slipped a chunk of jerky from his pocket. He’d brought dog treats to soften the approach. Tentatively, he held one out, letting the Mastiff catch the scent. The big dog’s tail gave a hesitant wag, and it inched closer. The Mastiff gulped the treat without further ado, clearly intrigued. For a moment, it seemed their job might be simpler than expected. The dog sat there, head tilted, waiting expectantly for more. Meanwhile, the Shih Tzu hovered at the edge of the shadows, emitting tiny whines that sounded uncertain. It refused to budge from its hiding spot, clearly spooked by the intruders.

Honor Deceit glanced at Benevolence Shade, giving a silent cue to lure the Mastiff out first. Another treat was placed on the threshold, leading the large dog onto the marble porch. The Mastiff took the bait, stepping outside with only minimal urging. The Mastiff paused before they could seal the deal, gazing back at the dark interior. It let out a low-pitched whimper as if calling for its companion. The Shih Tzu barked in answer, its tiny yaps echoing through the corridor.

Hoping to keep the Mastiff calm, Piety Rage patted its broad side and offered another chunk of jerky. The dog’s giant head swung around, accepting the morsel and chewing contentedly. So far, so good. Benevolence Shade ventured a step inside, flicking on a small flashlight. The Shih Tzu had retreated deeper into the house, yapping furiously. Its nervous energy starkly contrasted the Mastiff’s almost friendly demeanour. “Can’t leave it in there,” Honor Deceit whispered, scanning the foyer. He could make out a scattering of dog toys, plush carpets, and an expansive living space beyond. They needed a gentle but decisive way to coax the Shih Tzu out.

Piety Rage rummaged in a small kit and retrieved a collapsible net. He hated using it, but time was ticking. The Shih Tzu was a fast little thing, and chasing it around the estate could quickly spiral out of control. With a soft approach, Honor Deceit knelt and placed a treat on the marble floor. “Come on, little one,” he murmured, voice low and soothing. The Shih Tzu crept forward, curiosity battling fear. Piety Rage swept the net downward when it seemed ready to nibble the treat. But the Shih Tzu squeaked in alarm, bolting at the last second. In a blur of motion, it slipped around a corner and disappeared.

The three criminals exchanged frustrated looks. They could hear the rapid clicking of tiny nails on the tile as the Shih Tzu tried to find an escape route. Benevolence Shade ventured further in, scanning each room in near darkness. He finally cornered the dog by a laundry room, where it cowered behind a hamper. Benevolence Shade signalled for Piety Rage to move in again. Timing the net more precisely, they managed to scoop up the trembling creature. For a moment, it seemed they had both dogs in hand. But the Shih Tzu squirmed with surprising vigor, twisting itself free from a gap in the netting. It darted past them and sprinted through an open patio door.

Benevolence Shade cursed under his breath, racing in pursuit. Outside, the Shih Tzu navigated the yard like it knew every hiding spot. Finally, it reached the edge of the fence, squeezed through an iron bar, and vanished into a line of wild hedges. With one dog effectively gone, the group’s hopes pinned on retaining the Mastiff. Honor Deceit found that the big dog had trotted back inside, happily toward a billiard table like it was expecting a game.

As comedic as the scene was, the mission had already taken a turn. The Mastiff wagged its tail, lumbering around a billiard chair. Benevolence Shade whistled, holding out another jerky strip. The Mastiff flopped onto its back this time as though requesting a belly rub.

There was no time for a doggy massage. Honour Deceit and Benevolence Shade grabbed an end of the Mastiff and half-led, half-carried it to the door. Piety Rage kept a keen watch on the driveway, senses sharpened by adrenaline.

Just then, headlights cut across the fence line. A patrol car cruised by, its silhouette looming against the gate. The three criminals flattened themselves behind the thick shrubs, hearts pounding. They stayed still as the patrol car paused and then continued its route. Once the coast was clear, Piety Rage resumed hauling the Mastiff onto the porch, carefully avoiding any sudden movements that might make the dog panic.

The van stood ready with its side door open, beckoning them like a lifeline. Benevolence Shade and Honor Deceit ushered the Mastiff into the back, securing it with a gentle, firm, makeshift harness.

Regret hung in the air; they had only half their haul. Piety Rage cast a forlorn glance at where the Shih Tzu had disappeared. There was no retrieving it now, not without risking the cops returning. The engine rumbled softly as Honor Deceit turned the key, thankful to have made it this far without a firefight or injuries. Benevolence Shade slid into the passenger seat, mentally preparing an excuse for why they only had one dog. Piety Rage climbed in last, shutting the door behind them as quietly as possible. The Mastiff let out a curious whine, then settled down in the van’s dim interior. They glided toward the wedge in the gate, easing the stone aside just enough to slip through—gravel crackled beneath the tyres, sending soft dust clouds in the van’s rear lights.

Once on the street, the tension in the air felt slightly thinner. The job wasn’t a total failure, but it wasn’t the flawless success they’d hoped for either. From the quiet mansion, the faint echo of the remaining dog’s barks disappeared into the distance. Benevolence Shade exhaled, feeling the electric surge of relief that always followed a risky operation. They’d live to attempt another day, but the Faction’s leadership would undoubtedly be unimpressed with the missing Shih Tzu.

In the driver’s seat, Honor Deceit focused on merging with traffic, humming a half-remembered lullaby he used to calm his nerves. In the back, Piety Rage stroked the Mastiff’s big head, ensuring it remained calm and docile. As they drove away, the estate’s silhouette shrank in the rearview mirror. Tonight, The Righteous Wrongs would add a questionable new trophy to their criminal accolades: one pampered Mastiff who had seemingly come along for the ride.

They might have lost the little dog in the scuffle, but at least no blood had been spilt. The faction prided itself on “clean” crimes, even if their name suggested otherwise. Somewhere at night, the Shih Tzu would find its way back home, or so they hoped. There was no honour to be gained from harming a small creature; ironically, that sat well with the crew. The Mastiff had dozed off against a tool chest when they were clear of the wealthy district. The city lights offered a grim glow that reflected off the van’s windows, illuminating the thieves’ tired expressions.

One by one, they fell silent. Each had a private method of dealing with the aftermath—Benevolence Shade’s quiet introspection, Piety Rage’s clenched fists, and Honor Deceit’s white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel. Though they called themselves The Righteous Wrongs, they were criminals through and through. But for now, they’d done their best to keep their conscience and canines relatively unscathed.

They allowed themselves a tiny sliver of victory in that fleeting moment of calm. They had pulled off the heist, albeit imperfectly. The Mastiff was safe, and no humans were injured or even alerted—beyond losing power and a fence jam. They swore silently to keep the dog comfortable until it could be ransomed, sold, or whatever The Righteous Wrongs had planned. The mechanics of their underworld business were never straightforward nor entirely moral. Still, as they turned onto a deserted freeway, a collective sense of relief washed over them; they were free, for the moment, from pursuit.

Ahead, a new day’s glow would soon break over the horizon. The trio would have to explain the single-dog haul to their superiors, but that was a problem for the next few hours. For now, Benevolence Shade, Piety Rage, and Honor Deceit let themselves breathe, carried forward by the hum of the van’s engine and the soft, rhythmic snores of the Mastiff they had captured under the moonlight.

Great faction with great support.

The moonlight glinted off the lavish estate's tall iron gates, casting ghostly shadows across the manicured hedges. Three figures in dark clothing crouched behind a nearby oak, scanning the grounds for movement before moving.

They were part of a faction known to most as The Righteous Wrongs. Their mission for the night was to liberate two expensive dogs without harming a hair on their heads—or so their underworld contacts had demanded.

Benevolence Shade, lanky and quiet, had earned his name most strangely. Despite looking like he might help an old lady cross the street, he was the one who orchestrated heists with the smooth efficiency of a seasoned villain. Piety Rage, broad-shouldered and tattooed, embodied a contradiction of his own. He was the team's muscle, a figure who preached calm in meetings yet roared into action like a thunderstorm when it came time to do the dirty work. Honor Deceit, the driver and self-styled “brains,” loved nothing more than the thrill of getaway chases. He talked incessantly about virtues and justice, but he’d steal candy from a baby if it furthered his cause.

They had spent weeks studying the comings and goings of the mansion’s owners, noting precisely when they drove out for their late-night dinners. By their calculations, the owners were due to leave any minute. Their hunch proved right as headlights glimmered through the driveway, and the heavy gate groaned open to allow a sleek luxury car to pass. Benevolence Shade peered around the oak trunk, waiting for the perfect moment to act.

As soon as the luxury car cleared the threshold and the gate slid shut, Piety Rage sprinted forward. He wedged a large stone in the gate’s path with practised precision. The clank echoed through the quiet air, but the gate halted mere inches from closing. Without hesitation, Honor Deceit revved the van’s engine, inching it slowly through the gap before anyone inside the house or on security detail could notice. The trio’s hearts pounded as they navigated across the gravel courtyard, nearing the grand entrance. They chose a spot behind a stand of ornamental topiaries to park. Piety Rage popped out first, scanning for cameras that might still be operational. The yard was silent, the towering windows dark. Benevolence Shade tiptoed to a broad bay window, pressing his face sideways against the glass. Inside, the silhouettes of plush sofas and polished floors looked empty, but he could sense movement deeper within.

Piety Rage circled back, giving a discreet thumbs-up to indicate no guards or roving dogs were out front. So far, all was going according to plan. Honor Deceit slipped around the side of the mansion to locate the circuit breaker. He found a metal panel near a vine-covered portion of the wall. He snipped the power line feeding into the estate with methodical precision, plunging the property into near-total darkness.

An electric buzz died out, followed by silence. The plan was to short the alarm system—if all went right, that meant one less obstacle to worry about. Benevolence Shade mentally braced that battery backups or old-school security devices could still be in play.

They regrouped by the front door, a looming slab of ornate wood reinforced with brass fixtures. This was always the hairiest moment—breaking in quietly without alerting the inhabitants or the dogs.

Benevolence Shade produced a slim lockpick set from his pocket. With careful, practised skill, he slid the tension wrench into the lock, feeling for each internal pin with gentle pressure. A few subtle clicks later, the door yielded. The muffled barking sounds reached their ears, confirming that the two dogs were awake. One bark was low and resonant, the other shrill and unsure. No doubt the Mastiff and the Shih Tzu they had come to snatch. Benevolence Shade eased the door open a crack, revealing the outline of a massive shape in the hallway. The Mastiff let out a rumbling bark, more curious than outright aggressive, while a slight white blur darted behind it.

Piety Rage silently slipped a chunk of jerky from his pocket. He’d brought dog treats to soften the approach. Tentatively, he held one out, letting the Mastiff catch the scent. The big dog’s tail gave a hesitant wag, and it inched closer. The Mastiff gulped the treat without further ado, clearly intrigued. For a moment, it seemed their job might be simpler than expected. The dog sat there, head tilted, waiting expectantly for more. Meanwhile, the Shih Tzu hovered at the edge of the shadows, emitting tiny whines that sounded uncertain. It refused to budge from its hiding spot, clearly spooked by the intruders.

Honor Deceit glanced at Benevolence Shade, giving a silent cue to lure the Mastiff out first. Another treat was placed on the threshold, leading the large dog onto the marble porch. The Mastiff took the bait, stepping outside with only minimal urging. The Mastiff paused before they could seal the deal, gazing back at the dark interior. It let out a low-pitched whimper as if calling for its companion. The Shih Tzu barked in answer, its tiny yaps echoing through the corridor.

Hoping to keep the Mastiff calm, Piety Rage patted its broad side and offered another chunk of jerky. The dog’s giant head swung around, accepting the morsel and chewing contentedly. So far, so good. Benevolence Shade ventured a step inside, flicking on a small flashlight. The Shih Tzu had retreated deeper into the house, yapping furiously. Its nervous energy starkly contrasted the Mastiff’s almost friendly demeanour. “Can’t leave it in there,” Honor Deceit whispered, scanning the foyer. He could make out a scattering of dog toys, plush carpets, and an expansive living space beyond. They needed a gentle but decisive way to coax the Shih Tzu out.

Piety Rage rummaged in a small kit and retrieved a collapsible net. He hated using it, but time was ticking. The Shih Tzu was a fast little thing, and chasing it around the estate could quickly spiral out of control. With a soft approach, Honor Deceit knelt and placed a treat on the marble floor. “Come on, little one,” he murmured, voice low and soothing. The Shih Tzu crept forward, curiosity battling fear. Piety Rage swept the net downward when it seemed ready to nibble the treat. But the Shih Tzu squeaked in alarm, bolting at the last second. In a blur of motion, it slipped around a corner and disappeared.

The three criminals exchanged frustrated looks. They could hear the rapid clicking of tiny nails on the tile as the Shih Tzu tried to find an escape route. Benevolence Shade ventured further in, scanning each room in near darkness. He finally cornered the dog by a laundry room, where it cowered behind a hamper. Benevolence Shade signalled for Piety Rage to move in again. Timing the net more precisely, they managed to scoop up the trembling creature. For a moment, it seemed they had both dogs in hand. But the Shih Tzu squirmed with surprising vigor, twisting itself free from a gap in the netting. It darted past them and sprinted through an open patio door.

Benevolence Shade cursed under his breath, racing in pursuit. Outside, the Shih Tzu navigated the yard like it knew every hiding spot. Finally, it reached the edge of the fence, squeezed through an iron bar, and vanished into a line of wild hedges. With one dog effectively gone, the group’s hopes pinned on retaining the Mastiff. Honor Deceit found that the big dog had trotted back inside, happily toward a billiard table like it was expecting a game.

As comedic as the scene was, the mission had already taken a turn. The Mastiff wagged its tail, lumbering around a billiard chair. Benevolence Shade whistled, holding out another jerky strip. The Mastiff flopped onto its back this time as though requesting a belly rub.

There was no time for a doggy massage. Honour Deceit and Benevolence Shade grabbed an end of the Mastiff and half-led, half-carried it to the door. Piety Rage kept a keen watch on the driveway, senses sharpened by adrenaline.

Just then, headlights cut across the fence line. A patrol car cruised by, its silhouette looming against the gate. The three criminals flattened themselves behind the thick shrubs, hearts pounding. They stayed still as the patrol car paused and then continued its route. Once the coast was clear, Piety Rage resumed hauling the Mastiff onto the porch, carefully avoiding any sudden movements that might make the dog panic.

The van stood ready with its side door open, beckoning them like a lifeline. Benevolence Shade and Honor Deceit ushered the Mastiff into the back, securing it with a gentle, firm, makeshift harness.

Regret hung in the air; they had only half their haul. Piety Rage cast a forlorn glance at where the Shih Tzu had disappeared. There was no retrieving it now, not without risking the cops returning. The engine rumbled softly as Honor Deceit turned the key, thankful to have made it this far without a firefight or injuries. Benevolence Shade slid into the passenger seat, mentally preparing an excuse for why they only had one dog. Piety Rage climbed in last, shutting the door behind them as quietly as possible. The Mastiff let out a curious whine, then settled down in the van’s dim interior. They glided toward the wedge in the gate, easing the stone aside just enough to slip through—gravel crackled beneath the tyres, sending soft dust clouds in the van’s rear lights.

Once on the street, the tension in the air felt slightly thinner. The job wasn’t a total failure, but it wasn’t the flawless success they’d hoped for either. From the quiet mansion, the faint echo of the remaining dog’s barks disappeared into the distance. Benevolence Shade exhaled, feeling the electric surge of relief that always followed a risky operation. They’d live to attempt another day, but the Faction’s leadership would undoubtedly be unimpressed with the missing Shih Tzu.

In the driver’s seat, Honor Deceit focused on merging with traffic, humming a half-remembered lullaby he used to calm his nerves. In the back, Piety Rage stroked the Mastiff’s big head, ensuring it remained calm and docile. As they drove away, the estate’s silhouette shrank in the rearview mirror. Tonight, The Righteous Wrongs would add a questionable new trophy to their criminal accolades: one pampered Mastiff who had seemingly come along for the ride.

They might have lost the little dog in the scuffle, but at least no blood had been spilt. The faction prided itself on “clean” crimes, even if their name suggested otherwise. Somewhere at night, the Shih Tzu would find its way back home, or so they hoped. There was no honour to be gained from harming a small creature; ironically, that sat well with the crew. The Mastiff had dozed off against a tool chest when they were clear of the wealthy district. The city lights offered a grim glow that reflected off the van’s windows, illuminating the thieves’ tired expressions.

One by one, they fell silent. Each had a private method of dealing with the aftermath—Benevolence Shade’s quiet introspection, Piety Rage’s clenched fists, and Honor Deceit’s white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel. Though they called themselves The Righteous Wrongs, they were criminals through and through. But for now, they’d done their best to keep their conscience and canines relatively unscathed.

They allowed themselves a tiny sliver of victory in that fleeting moment of calm. They had pulled off the heist, albeit imperfectly. The Mastiff was safe, and no humans were injured or even alerted—beyond losing power and a fence jam. They swore silently to keep the dog comfortable until it could be ransomed, sold, or whatever The Righteous Wrongs had planned. The mechanics of their underworld business were never straightforward nor entirely moral. Still, as they turned onto a deserted freeway, a collective sense of relief washed over them; they were free, for the moment, from pursuit.

Ahead, a new day’s glow would soon break over the horizon. The trio would have to explain the single-dog haul to their superiors, but that was a problem for the next few hours. For now, Benevolence Shade, Piety Rage, and Honor Deceit let themselves breathe, carried forward by the hum of the van’s engine and the soft, rhythmic snores of the Mastiff they had captured under the moonlight.

Awesomeness, thanks @Ojan_sz, what a great way to feel right at home in my new rental Villa and a nice stack of free bonus cash. Much appreciated!