[Sara's PoV]
"Can I go as soon as I get someone else?"

"You'll need to get a coach to drive you there."

"Screw coaches. I'm riding my horse. I'm not waiting for one of those."

"They'll have to open the gate just for you two."

"I don't care. I'm not going to let some inferior fata*s hurt my regiment."

"Good luck."

"Thanks, Levi."

He nods. I turn to leave, and as I grab the doorknob, he says, "Sara."

"What?"

"Be careful."

"I will." With that, I step out of the infirmary, gently closing the door. Who will I take with me?

I go to my room and close my eyes, thinking. I should've predicted what came next: I dozed off due to my exhaustion. I had only gotten a few hours of sleep, so I was bound to sleep.

After a long day of stealing, me and Kris finally settled in our usual alley. The people here rarely looked out of their windows, so they wouldn't see us. Plus, the MPs almost never went through this street.

It was full of old people's houses, so what did they expect to happen? One of them to wave their cane at another and yell unintelligible babble without their teeth in?

Horrifying.

Anyway, me and Kris were laying out our profit for the day, which was a record amount. 62 bronze coins, 10 silver, and 3 gold.

"We've gotten our first gold coin," I said, picking one up and examining it.

"I think this deserves a special night," he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Kris, you pervert!" I yelled, launching the coin at him. "We're only thirteen!"

"I know, I know, calm down."

"You're so weird sometimes," I said, putting the coins in the pocket on my chest.

He takes off his jacket, folding it like a pillow and setting it down. He lays his head on it, his back on the ground. I lay down next to him, laying my head on his chest.

He wraps his arms around me protectively. "Don't worry, no one will hurt us."

"I wasn't worried yet, meanie," I say teasingly.

I shake awake because someone is knocking on my door. I glance out my window. From what I can see, it's about 3:00 in the afternoon. Wow, I slept for a long time.

The person knocks again.

"Coming," I call, standing and opening the door.

"Sorry about yesterday," Eren says, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "I was probably a complete a*shole when I was drunk."

"Yeah, you were. And yet, I still have a question. Will you come to the capital with me? Levi gave me some information on the attacker."

"It was an MP?"

"Yeah. He told me that he was tall--as tall as Bertholdt, give or take--and muscular. So, will you help?"

"Yeah, sure."