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Express Delivery
Logan wiped the excess lubricant from the chain on his single speed bicycle. The chain and cassette were in premium condition while the frame of the bike, dripping from the fresh London rain, showed wear from the thousands of miles it had labored as a messenger bike. Daily since dropping out of University at his hometown of Edinburgh, he labored 10 hours a day delivering parcels and envelopes. Logan looked at his phone for the address of his next delivery. 'Knightsbridge Flats, I can cut through Hyde Park' he said to himself. The parcel for delivery was a thick padded envelope, tan as desert sand, with a string looped in a figure eight sealing it shut. The only writing on the package was the name "Mr. Stevens.” He threw the parcel into his haversack, threw it over his shoulders and was off.
By Stirling Martin5 years ago in Criminal
The Briefcase- Meeting the Clover Gang
I heard what he said, but I was in such a deep shock that I couldn't respond. The man I opened the door to had dropped his sadistic smile in favor of a more flat look. He pressed the mussel of his pistol against my forehead slightly before speaking again.
By The Caymanian Story Teller5 years ago in Criminal
Changless
It was so similar to every other day. It was winter and the cold always took a toll on him. The trek was the same, as he cut thru the park in route to the bus and off to school. As he braced himself for the cold he also had to prepare himself for the inevitable encounter. His nemesis was Chris. The person that felt it his personal responsibility to torture and tease him ad nauseum, making his life a living hell. He had just recently found a way around the normal daily events. In just switching up his daily routine by thirty minutes, he had been able to avoid the wrath of his chastier. He had stumbled on this completely by accident. Just one day he had been awoke by the noise that normally fades into the background of his neighborhood. The yelling, the screaming, the cars playing music loud all of it that normally had no bearing on himself had woke up that morning. So he decided to start his day earlier and that thirty minutes had made all the difference in his world.
By Marcus Hawkins5 years ago in Criminal
The Briefcase- Meeting Miss. Fortune
I never really liked going to big celebrations much. Not because I don't like people, I just have fairly tight boundaries that crowded places tend to overstep. Hence why I look somewhat out of place in this former speakeasy. Now that Prohibition has ended, the owner didn't need to hide the booze he's been stacking for the past few years. Additionally, since he had to get rid of it all before it goes bad, the prices were as low as they could go. This caused the place to be crawling with customers from all walks of life, from all parts of the city, congregating to get their share of the liquor.
By The Caymanian Story Teller5 years ago in Criminal
The Treasure of a Lifetime
This was the heist that rocked the Boston Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum back in March of 1990. Two thieves disguised as police officers tricked the security guards at this museum as mentioned above into letting them into the museum late at night.
By Paige Kostyniuk5 years ago in Criminal
Liberation From a Broken System
It’s been seven full moons since I’ve been released from the pen. Prior to my release, they told me I was the longest resident in the brick house but I am not sure if I believe it. You see, I was raised on the streets, in the back alleys of a concrete city. Life was easier when I was a young cub; people would take me in, let me sleep on their couch. But it never failed- either I messed up, got picked up by the po-po, or whoever took me in is getting pressured and I’d have to leave. Over staying your welcome isn’t polite, especially if it was pity that got you in the door…sometimes I ran away before it got to that point.
By taylor jones5 years ago in Criminal
Little Black Book
Little Black Book Chapter 1: Hannah opened her eyes as she felt a wave and of fear, she grown a custom to settle into the pit of her stomach. Every day upon awakening the chaos would return without fail. She knew she needed to go get as far away from here as possible but had no means necessary. Every fiber of her being was telling her to run anywhere to get away from this life she had thought she wanted.
By Lisa Blake5 years ago in Criminal
The Last Job
I stop walking and look up. I’ve arrived at 17 Berkshire Lane. It looks like a very normal neighborhood. Huh. Most of these jobs are dives. They made sense. This place was too apple-pectin-perfect. But, not my job to judge. Just here to collect the debt. Ew, even the doorbell was chipper. I dunno maybe they’re serial killers. But a little girl answers the door.
By Kara Harun5 years ago in Criminal
The Pickpocket
She clocked him a block away. The man she marked was walking with an arrogant strut that only rich assholes can pull off. A ridiculously expensive suit, a knockoff Rolex, and on his cell phone talking way too loudly and gesticulating too much, thinking he's somebody.
By Jacob Cipriano5 years ago in Criminal
Not an Island
Kevin meandered through the hospital corridors. An observer would have taken in his aimless shuffling walk, the wandering, darting gaze, and the restless hands and surmised that he was someone who wasn't sure if he was in the right place. This conjecture would be accurate. Kevin's shift had ended twenty-minutes ago, but the hospital was in chaos due to an unexplained and unforeseen rush in the emergency room and Kevin felt guilty just leaving the mess to everyone else. Kevin had already been reprimanded for working unapproved overtime on several occasions, and, as a result, was hesitant to get involved in the mayhem.
By Ben Louwerse5 years ago in Criminal
