"Please sir, please can I have one? I won't be no trouble to you sir, promise I won't. Please, just that small one over there, and I know you'll go straight to heaven for it, you will!" the grubby little girl held her hand out. She was watching the owner of the pie cart, willing him to look at her and not at the small boy with bright red hair who was creeping round behind him snatching pie after pie from the shelves above the cart. He was grabbing a fourth full meat pie, stacking it atop of the others in his filthy little sack when the man, cursing, started to turn around.
"Pleeeeeeeeeeease" she started to wail, giving the signal that it was time to go. At her loud outburst the man's attention came back to her as he lashed out at her with a swift club to the head. She was expecting it and dove nimbly out of the way as the boy dove nimbly under the cart, out of sight. The girl ran away, ducking through the crowd and into a small dead ended ally. Shortly after, a bright red head peeked around the corner, followed by a small figure carrying a large sack. Just then a cry of rage came from the busy street
"Time to go I recon, right Lucy?" the boy laughed
"Right on Charlie" she replied, scurrying up onto a pile of rubbish.
"Lets get a move on the before he sticks his fat head in here to find were we've gone." He said as he followed her up. By then she had gotten a hold on the gutter and swung herself up onto the roof of the building and was reaching down to grab the sack. Charlie passed it up to her and climbed up after it, taking the bag back. Together they raced across the rooftops, jumping from edge to edge, avoiding gutters and other obstacles as they made their way towards the industrial part of town.