I would say I am good at lying. Because of my tendency to get into trouble easily, I get a lot of practice; instead of fighting my way out of situations, I use my words, which also can be quite persuasive.

Stepping into the room, I was immediately overwhelmed with music, flashily lights and the numerous amounts of people, many drunks, others easily angered bodyguards of important people. I came dressed in a suit, holding a note between two gloved fingers.

“Ah, Mr Bishal, you finally made it.” A large man said as he took the card in my hand and read the fake ID. He shook my hand, and let me into the main area. I gave him a smirk, brushed my hands through my hair and made my way to the bar.

_Now time to get what I’m here for._ I thought, as I took a sip of red wine. I took a wander around the place, catching eyes with many people, hopefully none seeing past my simple disguise. Finally, I turned a corner and found what I was looking for, the door to a priceless artifact, a golden sword from hundreds of years ago, layered with gems.

After showing the guards my ID, I walked through door, coming face to face with it on a lavishly decorated stand in the middle of an empty room.

“Too easy.” I chuckled, moving toward the blade.

That’s when I heard the cocking of a gun. I pressed my lips together, tilting my head slightly back in frustration.

“Oh no, you caught me!” I turned, the barrel was pointed to my chest by a woman, beautifully dressed and a head taller than me. I bent my knees to look her in the eyes. “You gonna shoot? Or I just gonna make me stand here like an idiot.”

“I know who you are,” the woman growled, her face stern, her finger moving towards the trigger.

“Well done! It’s not that hard to see, the people just don’t know that they should’ve looked in the first place.” I chuckled, turning back round and reaching to take the sword.

I heard a small click as the woman’s finger moved toward the trigger. “Take your hands off of the artifact.”

“Or what?”

That was a mistake. The firing of a bullet echoed round the room as pain bursted through my shoulder. Grunting in pain, I fell to one knee.

“Are you going to take me seriously now?”

I didn’t respond, still groaning in pain. She walked towards me, crouching down she lifted my chin up, smiling. Then, she stood, turned and took the sword.

She laughed. “Depending on which side you’re on, karma can be a beautiful thing.”

_(This isn’t my best work, so please give feedback!)_