One-shot!
"Stupid listener!" Doc cursed.
He had been mugged. He shrugged, it wasn't his fault that he had metal prosthetics, something almost unheard of. Doc looked around, and started towards the three mansions that marked the homes of thief takers. One was blue, pictures of birds in the windows, and you could see some people hanging out through a window. The next one over from the blue one was purple, blue, and white. It had the symbol of the mythical watchers on it, a revered symbol in London. The last one was smaller than all of the others, and was plain white. But, despite it's plain appearance, the thief taker that lived there was not your normal one. There lived Wels Kinght, Thief Taker General. Doc placed his hand on the great white door, the handle made of opaque white glass. Doc paused a moment, thinking of the invention he had at home, a way to lock others out. He shook his head and let himself in, going up a flight of marble steps till he found a door.
"Wels Knight, Thief Taker General"
Doc knocked, and a faint "Come in!" was heard. Doc stepped in, and the first thing his eyes went to was the man, Wels, clad in a white tunic, blue pants, and a sword sheath, with a handle sticking out of it, the handle having the watcher symbol engraved on it.
"I take it as you need my services?" Wels asked, a strange accent slipping into his voice half-way through his sentence.
"I do. I got mugged by a small boy, blond hair, red jumper, and he took some letters, a pocket watch, and my ledgers."
Wels nodded. "I do charge a small fee for my services, but we can talk about that after. I'll see if my men can find anyone, and I'll get back to you in two days hopefully."
"Thank you!"
"No problem! Tis a pleasure to help the great city of London."
Doc left the office, smiling. But back inside the office Wels scowled. He put on his wings; an elytra that bore his family crest. He went into the street, and with a rocket he launched into the air.
"Grian has evaded capture for the last two weeks! Why won't he just join the gang already?"
Wels sighed, looking down over London. As he flew, he noticed his brother, Hels, talking to a thief not in their ring yet. Wels swooped down, and landed behind a wall, and listened to their conversation.
"Why would I serve him? Iskall, Grian, and Mumbo are all I need." The thief said, a scar running over his eye.
"Scar, if you join us, you won't have to deal with the justice system!" Hels said back, and Wels realized a mistake.
Scar's eyes glowed purple, and a small bolt of magic came out of them. Hels fell over, passed out.
"Wels? I know you're here, and if you try to hurt my friends, I won't be as nice." Scar said aloud, then disappeared into a puff of purple smoke.
Wels jumped back, and ran back to his office. He started to write an article about the small gang that opposed him, and made it his mission to hunt them down. If they wouldn't bow to the Thief Taker General, they would be hung.
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