Hunter was a trembling mess, sitting on the floor of a public family bathroom with a computer on his lap. Blueprints, event schedules, and the names and shifts of every employee Jonathan would interact with were strewn about. His eyes trailed a wookie walking across crowded security cameras.

"I don't like this Johnny." Hunter felt like a mouse as he spoke into the headset. He hated that Jonathan had messed around with the computer so it was untraceable. Their presence at the festival basically impossible to identify, but his heart still felt as if it were about to shatter. As far as anyone knew, they were at the library three towns away.

The wookie paused in his tracks as a voice filled Hunter's ears. "You kidding me? Everything's going great!"

"Yeah, but there's been a superhero and a wizard trailing you for the past ten minutes. They're not very subtle."

"I know." The wookie began to glide across the floor, leisurely making his way to a door marked employees only. "But they're probably just Star Wars fans. Let it go."

"But what if they're not?" Hunter's voice cracked across the mic, making him remember that the thin walls might not hold in his voice. He was still in the middle of the festival, nothing but a little hidden elf to help Jonathan's compulsion.

"Then we'll deal with them when they're a problem." The wookie paused in front of the door marked employees only, quickly glancing around before the voice cackled in Hunter's ears again. "You mind unlocking this door?"

Hunter glanced down at the screen, staring at the mess of coding Jonathan had wired into the computer. He had been up all night finalizing the tiniest of details so all Hunter had to do was press a button, but the action terrified him all the same. He could unlock doors, turn off the lights, access any alerts that were sent out to the staff, and...

...aid a criminal.

His body shook as he pressed the button. His mind was whirring and fading, spinning and collapsing as fur walked through the door. He was a criminal. A criminal as he pressed another button, as he told Jonathan where to turn and which stairs to take. He was a criminal as an alert showed up on his screen, telling him that the same door Jonathan had taken had been unlocked by a superhero and a wizard.

Hunter felt nauseous, sick and dazed, as the idea of fainting drifted through his mind. Everything hurt so badly, although he couldn't tell how, so he kept pressing the buttons and feeding his brother information. His chest hurt, his lungs burned with the guilt in his throat. He was falling apart and everything felt like an endless nightmare.

And it wasn't until Jonathan finally came upon a fragile-looking piece of sheet music that he woke up from his nightmare to an even worse reality.

"Flawless so far." Hunter breathed the words, each one burning his throat as Jonathan began to tamper with the glass case. He was supposed to put the sheet music into a plastic sleeve, although Hunter still worried that it wouldn't be enough. Between the security guard (who was conveniently on break) and bulletproof glass, Hunter wanted to vomit, but it was hardly the beginning of their problems. A wizard was making his way across the screen, growing closer to Jonathan with each step.

"Johnny, you gotta leave it." Hunter choked on the words, watching as a superhero drifted onto another camera, completely hidden from his view. "Those two 'Star Wars' fans are back."

"So?" The wookie had finally pried the lid off the glass case, his fuzzy hands reaching for the worn paper.

"I mean..." Hunter never got any further, the nightmare drowning him until all he saw was his little brother surrounded by danger.

His lungs moved with more effort than they ever had before, caught in a silent scream and shriveling up until every cough of the air fell away as soon as he drew it. A kitchen knife flashed across the screen followed by torn wool and a scream of laughter.

He couldn't draw his eyes away, couldn't register what he was seeing. It was a terrible nightmare, a horrible, cruel joke for the strangers to pull as he watched them run. They all ran and fought, all pulled and bit, and snarled and...

"Hunter?" The name echoed through his head without meaning.

"Hunter! We did it!" He forced his eyes to focus on the screen again, finding no one in the little room. His heart rushed in a sluggish fear, scanning each camera until a wookie stared up at him, grinning and waving a paper in a plastic sleeve. Jonathan was outside,alone and waiting by the door.

Hunter's shaking vision focused on his sleeve, torn and stained the slightest shade darker by...

He stopped his mind, trying to focus on the smile on his brother's face. He was happy, so why shouldn't Hunter be? Why was Jonathan waving around a prize while Hunter felt prepared to pass out, felt so sick he wanted to scream for help?

"Those guys were like...identical." Jonathan's words went in one ear and out the other as Hunter clutched his stomach. "I don't think they worked for the festival. You think they were thieves like us?"

Thieves like us...

Hunter spun around and vomited.