"What the HELL has gotten into you Carlos?!" -Nick
Carlos just stowed the half-full oil can he lifted into his messenger bag and rolled his eyes. “Nick it’s Myrna. She can afford another one. And can you keep your voice down? I’d like to not get apprehended today, thank you.”
To be truthful to himself though, he wasn’t sure. He’d never just stole something because he felt like it. But after that outing near some chemical manufacturing building, he couldn’t stop hearing Valentine’s joints squealing like a baby cat. And he didn’t have cash to spare, so there wasn’t really any harm in it.













