Chapter 2: The Crew
Career as a bandit, you're guaranteed three things.
One is you're gonna see some shit. And it's gonna be awful.
Two is you're gonna do some shit. And it's gonna be worse.
Three is you're gonna meet some interesting people. Key word is "some". Not everyone's interesting. Lotta people in my crew, but only a couple are interesting enough to be worth a mention at the moment.
There's Florent. Florent's got bad teeth – all crooked, and several decayed. One or two we've had to pull out. He's good with gallows humour, which is always in demand. He can keep his head decently. He's not my best friend, because you don't have real friends in this line of work, but he's all right to be around.
There's Guy. Mentioned him already: big bear of a man, strong as an ox. Likes to use a scourge with razors tied into it; real bloodletter in a fight. Don't talk much, but he's not the silent type either: he says what he needs to say then shuts up. I like him too.
There's Rodin. Rodin's favourite colour is blue, and that's the colour he wears. Rodin's good at keeping his head in a fight, and we all look up to him as a boss. Rodin's also a real bastard, and I hate his guts. He's none too fond of me neither. But you don't have to like one another to work together. He knows I'm good in a fight. I know he's a good planner. So we mostly let one another alone.
There's also me, but you don't give a shit about that.