A couple of hours later,

Looking around the stalls you had a wide variety of goodies that all ranged in price from cheap to outrageous, a good example of this was a `hard rock` which was simply a reinforced rock, that cost a single copper; compare that to emblem engraved weapons which could cost upwards of hundred gold.

These were smuggled goods from high-level kingdoms and it clearly showed the disparity in the technology levels between the kingdoms, hell At this point they could even be called different worlds.

It seemed Seth was in the African equivalent of his new world. Well, that only meant he had further to climb and more to gain, and that was more motivation he could use to fuel his growth.

One of the few items he had custom-bought were identity badges for his new members. One final thing he needed to do was put in an order for a few potions from his good friend Hex.

After that order, he gathered the members of Fortune's Syndicate, so Seth, Liam and Amelia were all sat around his home's table.

"First of all I welcome you both to Fortune Syndicate, Here are your identity badges." Seth passed over a small coin-shaped object that was made of copper and looked remarkably like a copper coin. On the back they had their names engraved into the coin where usually the printing date and other useless information was.

"For your knowledge, the higher up in the Organization you are the greater the value of the coin you get as a membership badge. Mine for instance is silver."

Seth thought his membership method was quite ingenious as the badge could be easily hidden and was fairly cheap, though incredibly illegal. The guy who did it thought it was a nice gift to Seth's imaginary niece and he felt bad for the guy if he ever decided to expand his organisation. That was a whole lot of family, but in the medieval world that wasn't too suspicious.

Once Seth had shown his rookies his coin and they had basked in its silvery glory, he started his introduction.

"For both of your knowledge, my name is Seth and you both can give your own name and any information you deem necessary to share. Liam you can go first."

The young blonde man got up, a charismatic grin on his face seemed unusually trustworthy but he spoke clearly and with confidence only a con man could compare to.

"Yes, hello. My name is Liam, and my class is Trickster." Seth noted that he had already changed classes. "My skill is called Trustworthy Smile and it makes people unconsciously trust me whenever they see my delightful smile. I'm looking forward to levelling up in the world, and making lots of money whilst I'm at it."

Ambition, talent, and a clear lack of morals; he was, by Seth's definition, perfect.

Up next was Amelia, who after Liam's good speech was rather intimidated but instead of folding, she pushed on and said her mind.

"Hello, my name is, um, Amelia and I am a Gymnast. My skill is High Flexibility which makes my body extremely flexible on demand. I want to become famous for my Dancing and be remembered as a great performer."

She was as mediocre as Liam was perfect, but she was a valued member and so Seth would treat her with equal respect. Strange the things you learn when you die, although Liam was perfect it did not matter if he was idiotic. As Seth learnt, all things are equal in death.

Seth snapped back to reality and described his plan.

"Alrighty then. Seems you have met and now we are ready for the plan to commence.

The target is The City Sect Treasury and whilst you compute that I will start with the day of the robbery. I have planned it to begin on July 1st the day celebrated as the Festival Of The Night God. As you know this day has the longest period of darkness all year and add that to the feast that is meant to happen at 5 o'clock every night. I would say we have got a great period to get in and get out."

As Seth described his plan the night set in, once he finished, the trio went home and acted completely normal. Seth used this time to finalise his set-up, this included picking up his potion order and a check that nothing out of the ordinary would interrupt his plan.

He knew that the treasury would have increased security on the day of the festival but by how much, he still didn't know so, he slipped into The City Sect's security office and looked at the rota.

He wore a Detective's uniform as they were under the same branch and it wouldn't look that out of place for them to be here, add that to the fact that the real detectives worked in another building meant this uniform got him in and unrecognised.

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Sadly, it seemed as though another Detective was there. Walking down the wooden corridor came the thuds of a real Detective, Seth looked at the badge for a name and saw the words, Detective Locke.

Little did he know that this was the same person who was investigating his earlier crimes.

Locke looked at Seth and stared at him a little. He hadn't seen this detective before.

"Good morning, Detective..."

He couldn't see Seth's nameplate as he was facing the timetable, but Seth corrected his position quickly to allow Locke to see his nameplate.

"Ah, sorry." He turned, "Names Arthor, good morning to you too Detective Locke." A firm handshake later and the two went about their day, it seemed as though Locke was here to chat with the Security head. Or at least that was the office Seth saw him walk into.

Seth breathed a sigh of relief but could hardly believe his luck. After all, did detectives not at least somewhat know everyone in their department?

Looking at the rota he looked at how many people were actually hired as police in the city. To be honest, Seth hadn't really given the population any thought, he just knew that the population must have been over one hundred thousand to be classed as a city.

Sadly, the rota for the Treasury held little in terms of overall data so after he had got what he came for he left and went to The City Sects Economic Office where people worked to ensure prosperity towards the city as a whole.

It planned for the construction of paths for trade, and for bridges for transport and created social development schemes like free transportation to and from the awakening centres. It was run by an electoral-voted person who would then be allowed a spot in the kingdom's council.

But of course, this council was now a puppet of the King's family. Of course, if Seth said his egregious claims in front of a guard, then by command Seth was to be hanged. Public sentiment, though, did not exactly disagree with Seth's claim.

`A rebellion would be a great time to steal. Meh, I'm getting ahead of myself.`

Throwing that thought away, Seth found himself speaking to the receptionist at the office of statistics.

"Good afternoon, could you perhaps answer a few questions for a project I'm doing."

Seth was using his regular clipboard, or at least the world's equivalent of one, and tie get-up. That was enough to ask any and all questions his mind had been pondering.

The population of the city was 220,000 and of those 500 were police officers, so it was completely standard for that Locke bloke to not recognise Seth.

With his mild curiosity over, Seth was back to scouting out information about the Treasury. But whilst he was there Seth decided to enquire some more and by the time the sun set, they practically threw him out.

When Seth returned home it was almost frightful how much he had learned about the Treasury. From its history to its regional importance. He even managed to learn when it was built, a whopping 320 years ago.

Seth now knew enough about the bank to get his way in and out without much issue.

His plan was coming together nicely, Seth just needed continued progress and he reckoned he had a 95% success rate.

POV Change: Locke

After he met with the Head of Security he walked out and found that the Detective had disappeared. `Strange` he thought, he could swear that he knew all the Detectives in the department, after all, he practically grew up there.

But, maybe he forgot a few of them or they were new. Locke was never particularly good at names as wasn't very good at socialising: he could do it, like talk to people and that, but he just found it exhausting. He was far better off behind a desk doing some real work than chatting around all day.

Locke returned back to his work mode and made his way back to his main office. Truthfully, he felt something bad was going to happen in the next few days, but his intuition couldn't do much in the way of pinpointing him in the right direction.

That was the issue with the skill in the earlier evolution's, you just couldn't narrow the endless options down. Locke imagined some would actually call his skill a curse rather than a blessing: like if an omen was inevitable, ignorance was bliss.

His father had always told him to never ignore but never overthink his skill. Cryptic, but Locke tried to follow such words and so was increasing security in the entire city for the coming days.

A day passed and that was when a situation erupted into a political storm. Locke had always known of the 2 largest forces in the City and their fighting would cause needless suffering. So, he got to work trying his best to quench the raging inferno that was the 2 opposing forces trying to kill each other.

There was the procedure for this, you were meant to gather the top brass of each force and have them publicly fight, but that was a nightmare trying to get people of that level to stoop down from the highchairs to brawl.

They both needed to send each other a message, and the most potent message was always written in blood. Honour, dignity, and pride, all blocked the way for a quick and easy resolution.

Locke carried on saving those he could, after all, that was the job he had signed up for. Yet, as the city bathed in blood Locke could not help but question those above him. He cried for an unjust world, and so he went to where every good man goes to drown away his sorrows: a tavern.

Locke sat down, ordered a cup of the strongest and laid his head in his hands. The darkness gave comfort to him, he remembered a couple this morning saying their son had gone missing, then another family arrived, then another.

Each cry was worse than the last, hearing that they were found dead, and he could do nothing, hurt Locke. It was murder, he was a Detective, but in the name of overall peace they were to leave the two sides to fight it out and so Locke was told to do nothing.

Nothing. His father once talked about inaction and told Locke that it was the sin of sloth and that as detectives they must try their hardest for the people. For the first time ever, Locke questioned his father's words.

The tavern music blurred in his ear, and the bitter alcohol numbed his mind, for that night he met a man and talked with him too. About life and how good is sometimes bad and how bad is sometimes good. He found himself listening to this chatty man a lot.

`What was his name again?`

Locke hated that he was bad at names.