A Banana? Really...

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There was talk, not reliable talk, but talk about Gold importing some kind of jewel. A shiny jewel. Amarah couldn't just let talk about a shiny jewel go without being inspected upon. The only problem was, Nemr Aalam. The security guard that seemed to think way too highly of his position. He wasn't Graham, the sheriff. He was just a guard, a glorified patrolman. A glorified patrolman who didn't fit in his uniform so well anyway. Someone should have tried to properly fit that upper body in a shirt that fit. She supposed that Regina liked that sort of look on her worker bees. Amarah rolled her eyes a bit to herself as she stood against a wall. Shiny new gem, in a jewelry store, how could she miss it.

She sighed once everyone was out of the store, and used the code the bribed off of one of the employees. Now the lovely security system should be off, hopefully. She was banking a lot off of a code she didn't check prior. Rookie mistake. She could just hear her competition Ali speaking now. How he would never have made such an error. She rolled her eyes again this time approaching a small satchel that was placed under a new glass case. Well...that was pretty clearly something new.

If there had been more time, if Amarah hadn't rushed into this, if she hadn't seen a shadow that spooked her, she probably would have checked the satchel. Instead she scooped it up, and made a run for it. Quickly leaving the shop behind her, she took the side streets back to her apartment.

She had no idea if she was followed. But she was cocky enough to assume she wasn't. So instead, she got comfortable. Ratting her hair in a loose bun after pulling her hat and mask off. She kicked her boots off, sat at her kitchen counter and began to open up her satchel. Amarah could feel the giddiness, the excitement, all for her shiny new toy that would be worth who knew how much. Until she reached in and felt something else.

Confused, she pulled it out and just stared down at her counter. A banana. It was a ripe banana. Was this a joke? She was fooled. That had to be it. Fooled. They said a gem would be somewhere and it wasn't. But..that meant it was probably a set up. Amarah closed her eyes, disappointed in herself when she heard the knock on her door. An arrogant known at that. Reluctantly she hopped off the stool opened the door, already knowing who it was and threw herself on the couch. "How many days in the brig this time?"

[Nemr Aalam]

Being a security guard was hardly a glamerous field of work. But Nemr was doing it none the less. Besides, with a town as small as Storybrooke, there wasn't a ridiculous amount of crime. Basic petty things. Leroy getting too drunk. Someone getting too loud. THe usual. There were however a couple of notorious thieves and Nemr was determined to catch at least one of them. Not out of any nobility. But because they were a major pain in his ass. A thorn in his side. And he wanted them gone. It was why he had tried to create a set up; putting a fruit in a satchel and hoped someone took the bait. Fortunately, they did. He wasn't far so as soon as the alarm went off, he was on it. He saw a figure flee the scene and Nemr sped up after them. Shouting out would do no good. Surely the criminal already knew that they were being followed.

Nemr slowed his pace, watching from a mere distance as he saw where they had gone. This was perfect. Too perfect. Thank god Storybrooke was not a big town indeed. He made his way to the door, knocking on and once she opened it, she just casually plopped on the couch. Nemr stood in the thresshold of the door with a smirk -- yet, an arrogant smirk -- on his face. He wasn't one who overly displayed emotions. He just couldn't help it this one time. "As long as I want," he told her. "All for that for a banana. Damn shame." He was being sarcastic. He found nothing sad in this at all. "You're getting sloppy." He paused. "Or I'm just too good." They would go with the latter.