"Steal?" Rafe chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. He tapped a dial, causing the pin arrow to quiver. He made sure not to show his grimace to his superior and instead straightened back up and flashed a sheepish smile. "What's the best pickpocket of the Turks taken, hmm?"

It was pretty obvious that Rafael held respect and a brotherly love towards Reno. Slum buddies, right? Reno was always funny and they shared many interests. When Rafael was the rookie, the goggled redhead approached him first. It was a strange feeling since Rafe never had a superior befriend him that way. Usually he just got into a job and was left to his own devices after receiving a stern list of rules. No goofing around, no time for leisure activities; just...do stuff. And work. No wonder he got tired of being a bodyguard.

Currently, hijacking an old train beat standing by doors too bright for their own good and hookers by miles.