Keat's; The Maggot

John Keats, 22, also known as Jonnie "The Maggot" Keats, was
currently edging his way silently around a mob-controlled Warehouse
in the docklands area. Ever since his potential job as a pilot for
the Space Core fell through due to a Terrorist incident in the Dry-
Dock he fell back on his other great talent, thievery. After getting
into trouble in Neo-Stroud for robbing a Kingpin, he fled to the
north where he built up his reputation by doing odd-jobs for local
syndicates. He was eventually hired by a local Don. The crimelord
owned a string of Night-clubs, a pimping ring or two, car thievery
circuits and other less desirable illegalities, which included
espionage and low grade robberies. It was in these two fields that he
use Keats, his quick fingers and uncanny ability to escape were
attractive to such people.
He paused.
Two Mobsters were playing a generic mobster card game on a table,
legs up, rollies in moyuth, beer flowing freely. On the table, the
target, a silver metal briefcase filled with vital documents, drugs,
money, hell.. it could be empty and the boss justy wanted the
briefcase... John never knew, he was given the target, the location
and expected back in a few hours. He edged closer and licked his lips.
He saw a second target, this one wasnt specified and was much more
interesting to John. A Carelessly placed wallet in the back pocket of
the mobster, by the looks of it, a fare way full as well. Luckily,
the warehouse was taylor made for these jobs, lots of boxes placed
around so evben a careless thus could sneak in unseen. He was barely
a meter away from the first mobster, who was somewhat more sober than
the other. He brushed his lonish hair from his eyes and made his move.
In one quick move, he stood up, pilferd a wallet, kicked the seat out
from the mobster who was sober, threw a slim silver knife into the
kneecap of the second, grabbed the case and made like road-runner,
onto a box, onto a storage shelf, and through a window, out onto the
street and straight into a car.
This would have been more spectacualr if the car had been his, and
not a mobsters, who had saw him escaping and accelerated into him.
He rolled off the bonnet, onto the floor, and made good his run again
into an alley, heading back to to the nightclub HQ. The mobster in
the car got out and gave chase, shouting his curses, but the first
rule of running away from someone is not to look back, just head
down, and run. Which is what our John did, Wallet in one hand, case
in the other and pumping those crazy legs away from the warehouse.
Through convieniant placings of Urban development, it was only a
rough 5 minute run for John to the club, the gangster had given up
after the first minute, and KEats casually strolled in, nodding tot
he bouncer, and handing him the case which was usherd away to the
Don. Keats went inside, orderd a drink and took a well earned break.
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