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Arsene yawned, before asking. “What’s your name?”
The boy glared. “None of you business.”
Smirking, Arsene answered. “Then my real name is not your business. If anyone were to ask you who I am though, my name is Raoul Leblanc.”
“That’s not your real name is it?”
“Who knows?” Arsene responded.
The boy did not look happy with that answer. Actually, did that boy ever look happy. Oh well, Arsene had a job to do. “We need insurance.”
Arsene thought over this for a second, ignoring the boy’s questions, until he finally asked. “Can you fake illness?”
There was an unsettling pause over the room.
“Why?”

Arsene walked out to the dining room. Despite the fact her pirated a black suit and vest from the next room, he still look suspicious. Observing the opposite end of the room, Arsene noticed the boy was in position. Smirking, Arsene took the small bottle and drank its contents.
Nothing happened.
Arsene looked back at the boy, who stared back like he thought the gentleman thief was crazy. Coughing, Arsene fell to the floor. He began to throw up uncontrollably. Everyone around him panicked, backing away. The boy’s expression was that of shock, as he watched Arsene barfing. At last, it stopped. A man ran to Arsene, checking his vital signs.
“What happened to him?!” The man demanded of the boy.
A woman, who was dressed as one of the social elite, interrupted the scheme. “Relax Mr. Tai, I’m sure it can’t be serious or life threatening, right?”
The woman turned to face the boy. She placed all her hopes in him. She only wanted to stay out of the chaos. Would the boy disappoint her?
In response, the boy muttered. “Plague.”
Yes, he would. Thankfully, he and Arsene would benefit from this. While everyone worked to move Arsene to the nursery, Arsene took his time to pickpocket everyone he could. Unbeknownst to his partner-in-crime however, Arsene slipped a generous portion into his pocket.

Sherlock drove Baron’s car, using it to track Arsene. Unlike all the other times, Sherlock was going to end this twisted game. Why Arsene enjoyed messing with his mind like this, Sherlock did not know. More importantly thought, why did Sherlock bother to chase him. Did he actually care about Arsene? When he and Arsene came into conflict with each other, the two fought. Willingly, they had injured each other. Just as Sherlock began to ponder this, he was startled by a man, who standing in the middle of the road. Coming to a screeching halt, Sherlock noticed the man was wearing a blindfold.
“Move! You’re in the road!” Sherlock yelled, honking the car horn.
“Oh shut up whippersnapper! Can’t you see I’m blind!? Where’d you learn your manners!?”
Swearing something that shouldn’t be written, Sherlock shouted. “Get out of the way!”
“MAKE ME!” The blind idiot responded.