“Don’t rush me, I’m being as careful as I can.” Halsten Jokela muttered, his fingers deftly working at the lock the cell, occasionally letting out small grunts of frustration.

Innes Toma fidgeted on the spot, rocking from the balls of his feet to his heels and back again, “There could be an officer coming…” he warned restlessly.

Halsten was a big man, short hair, smooth, dark skin and a strange reputation of being nimble and sneaky despite his size.

Innes, on the other hand, was skinny, average height with ironically pink hair and chocolate skin, known for his impressive fighting skills and style.

The prison was the largest in New Orleands: the Orlean Parish Prison. It was one only to be at medium security, so _supposedly_ a cup of tea for skilled criminals like Halsten and Innes. Supposedly.

Footsteps echoed faintly across the halls and Innes let out a panicked yelp, “Quick! They’re coming, they’re coming!”

“Calm down, I’ve almost got it.” Halsten murmured indignantly.

Innes wasnt listening, he was busy speculating about what he could possibly say to the officer. _Oh, yeh, sorry, mate, I was just testing my lock picking device. _“Maybe if we just say that we got the lock pick stuck in hole and we were trying to get it out, then he’ll believe us.”

A scoff sounded from his partner, “For goodness’ sake, just relax, we won’t need to make any stupid excuses. Besides, it’s just one guard. Even if he spots us, we can just fight him.”

“O-oh yeh… yeh, thats a good call.”

Soon, the lock clicked and the door swung open. Innes clapped Halsten on the back, a grin spreading in his face.

The other man just chuckled, “Let’s get out of here.”

It was simple the rest of the way. Walk quietly, pick up the pace to a run at the unguarded areas, mingle with the other prisoners at the break, then stroll out the front door after visiting time like a relative going back from seeing their family.

Sauntering from the prison, the duo made their way through the streets, Halsten giving charming smirks to any who gave them suspicious glances and Innes simply avoiding the gaze of everyone.

Halsten nudged him, “Lighten up, no one will recognise us.”

“Those sound like some famous last words to me.”

“Come on, man.” Halsten flashed a charismatic grin his way, “We’re out of prison!”

Innes physically winced, speaking through clenched teeth, “Don’t say that so loud.”

“Oh whatever, Mr. Uptight. Plus, no more prison means more stealing.” A toothy smile appeared on Halsten’s face.

A hesitant smile crept onto his face, “you know just what to say, my friend.”

“Theres a reason people say I have a way with words.”

“No one says that.”

“They should.”

**_To be honest, I don’t like this very much. It’s a bit boring and messily done. I would love some ways to improve it, please!

Plus, I wrote this as a writing exercise with Quill to Page, where we got two random characters with a genrator, then their relationship, their names and the genre, so check out that one!_**