Prologue

The white van was driving towards a distant farm. Another van was waiting. There were three men standing around the parked van, waiting for the first. As the first van stopped, the men around the second stopped what they were doing and walked towards the first van. Three more men got out of the first van and went towards the rear with the other three men following. "Alright. This is what you wanted," the driver said, "Hope you're happy, they were a pain in a butt to catch, not to mention getting them here without getting caught!"

"Shh, be quiet. If someone hears us we're dead!" one of the first three men told the driver.

"Okay boss. Just remember to be careful with some of the cages, these animals are feisty." the driver responded.

The boss opened the back of the van, revealing many cages containing rare animal species. The six men began moving the cages from the first van into the second. When they were halfway through, the driver of the first van told the other men, "Remember to use your gloves, we're getting to the aggressive ones."

The six men put on thick, leather gloves and continued moving the cages. The boss grabbed the last cage. As he got halfway to the second van, the creature inside the cage he was carrying lashed out at his hand. "Ah!" With a yell the injured man dropped the cage, which busted open as it hit the ground, allowing the animal to escape.

"Quick, get some bandages from the van!" the driver called out and one of the men who arrived with him dashed to the now empty van and retrieved a first-aid kit. "You okay?" the driver asked the boss.

"Yeah I'm okay, I just got my hand ripped open, but besides that, I'm okay," the wounded boss replied with a lot of sarcasm.

"Be more careful next time. You just lost the most valuable animal I had. The hardest one to catch too," the driver said.

"I got my hand ripped open, what did you expect, for me to have skin of steel? Also, you need new gloves, these are junk," the boss said, waving the gloves around with his uninjured hand.

"They're the best ones I could get my hands on!"

"Didn't get your hands on much."

"I don't see you volunteering to go to a dangerous place, risking your life, for someone who sits on his butt all day!"

"I've tried, but I looks too suspicious or something because every time I come back with a good catch, the dumb cops want to see what's in the stinking van," the boss exclaimed.

"Maybe it's the van. Every smuggler uses a white van, maybe you should get more casual vans or something. Even the brand is the same as in the movies," the driver replied.

"Well you seem to do it just fine," the boss retorted.

"Because I go on the back roads, while you go through every city with a population of over ten thousand!"

"Oh leave me alone," the boss replied, tired of the argument.

"You're just mad you got hurt. And you won't have to worry about me messing with you because I quite!"

"Fine by me," the boss said, then he went back to nursing his injured hand.


I know this sucks, but the upcoming chapters will be much better, so please read and tell me what you think.