Day (January)
Things in the gang are really heating up for the New Year. Finally, we're getting some, uh, ACTION!
Bill contacted me on January 2nd to tell me we were doing a town run again. But not the boring CD-stealing town runs I've spoken of in the past – a proper raid sort-of thing. When I arrived in our usual alleyway meeting place, Mick and co. were already there, and Bill was a few steps ahead of them. He came half-jogging towards me. "Damnit, Jack!" He panted, already out of breath. "You're almost late, we thought you weren't gonna turn up. Well, Mick said you would, but- just, damn. You gotta be careful, you know. He'll turn you out if you let him down just once. Come on, we got work to do." I simply nodded my head at him and strolled casually forwards. I was barely late. Plus, I don't like to be early to gang meetings, it gives off the impression that I'm… not the kind of guy I think I am. Or at least, who I'd like to be.
Mick wasn't mad. He never is mad with me, really. I've gained a lot of respect from him in such a short time, it's almost like I'm his right hand man, so I suppose that's why he'd prefer to have me on his side rather than ditch me. It's probably because I act so nonchalant, he sees me as a bit of a threat. I'm not threatening, really. Am I?
So, we got the job done, ran through town, snatched the bags of a few loaded posh folk. We earned about $700 all in all, which would have been $140 each between the five of us. That is, if the money was split equally. The other two guys who worked with us on this one didn't do all that much work, so they only earned 45 bucks each. Bill and I both got 150 dollars each, and Mick (despite literally not doing anything to get his hands dirty) got the rest, aka $310. Bill was pretty ticked off but I was cool with it. I don't have anything to spend my money on as it is, I'm not bothered about getting more. The fun part is the chase. That's all what matters to me.