Close Call

Roach slept soundly on a back street of Hadra. He was dreaming of getting into some rich bags house and looting all the poor fool's davs, when Slug kicked him hard in the ribs.

"Wake up you lazy bleater! We have work to do! Or.at least you do." Slug sneered. "Get up..NOW!"

"Just give me a 'sec." Roach yawned. He blinked a few times and slowly rose to his feet. "What do ya want?"

"Besides for you to be beat into a bloody pulp?" Slug growled. Roach shrugged he was used to Slug's empty threats.

"The Lord wants you to go nick some stuff from the merchant stand." Slug said harshly. "Isn't that your job?" Roach said just as harsh

"It's yours now, ya dirty street trash. And if ya don't do it ya may not live ta see tonight."

Roach ran out of the alley. Slug meant it that time. He kept running until the thought of Slugs fist was out of his mind. He looked around and found he had ran only a block away from the merchant stand.

"Well that's good." Roach said to himself. "Now I just gotta' figure out how to get close enough to nick something without getting caught."

Roach calmly walked up to the stand. He waited until the stand keep wasn't looking and reached for a very odd look stone. At that very moment the stand keeper turned. Roach's heart began to race. Had she seen me? Am I dead as a rat?

TBC

Had the shop keeper seen him? Will he be caught? Find out soon. XD