The Hustle.

The Beginning of the End.

"Cops are pulling up." A dark haired man said as he looked out of a covered window. It was covered in newspaper. This man was an ex cop.

"Good. Exactly on time." A smart, well kept man replied. This was a lawyer.

The cop put his black leather jacket on. The lawyer got up from his seat and put his jacket on. He then sat back down and crossed his legs.

"How are we on the fire front?" The cop asked a young woman. She used to be a bar maid.

"Everything is now brunt." She said as she threw in one last paper document.

"No evidence, step number one." The lawyer smiled.

"Well, I'm happy I wore a suit today." A very tall, thin man chuckled. He pulled up his tie and buttoned up his jacket. This was a business man.

"Yea, well we aren't all snappy dressers." An old man smirked. He was stood in jeans and a polo shirt. This was the best race driver in the city. This guy knew cars.

"You look fabulous!"  The bar maid smiled. She picked up her denim jacket and threw it on. "How does my hair look?"

"Fine." The cop replied.

Everyone now stood up in line.

"Get caught, step number two." The business man smirked to then all as the door was kicked open.

"PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!"

They all done as they were told.

"Pretend to be one step behind, step number three." The race driver said.

"GET ON THE FLOOR!" The squat team shouted.

They all done as they were told. Each and everyone one of them had shit eating grins on their faces.

A grey haired man walked into the building, and stood in front of the group of five. He was an over detective.

"Nick Davonport."  He said like a question.

No one looked up.

"So is this how you're going to play the game?"

All of them now looked up, they still had the shit eating grins.

"Nick Davonport!"  He sounded angrier.

"I think that's me!" The cop answered.

"Alexia Trouth."

"That's obviously me, or could it be you?" The bar maid asked the race driver.

"No, I think that's you." The race driver smiled.

"Then I'm Alexia Trouth." The bar maid said.

"Grant Griffin."

"Hey, that's you." The business man said to the lawyer.

"Oh right. I'm sorry, I'm kinda forgetful." The lawyer gave the man a cheeky smile.

"Leonard Johnson." 

"Er, I think I'm that one." The race driver looked up.

"Hayden Northington." 

"Yup, that's me." The business man nodded.

"You can all wipe those shit eating grins off your face. You're going away for a long time." The detective yelled loudly. He seemed to be triumphant about something.

"Away for what detective?" Grant asked.

"Don't lawyer up kid, you're not gonna get out of this one."

"Oh, is that true?" Nick asked.

"Don't sound so smug Davonport. You're a poor excuse of a detective." 

"Because he went rogue?" Alexia asked.

"BECAUSE HE'S A CRIMINAL!" The detective shouted back.

"On what grounds?" Grant asked.

"This one. You're burning evidence!" The detective exclaimed.

"How can you prove that? That's just some old rent documents. We got cold waiting for you." Hayden retorted.

"Oh yea? Then you wont mind us looking through them!"

"Look, Harry, we might have gotten off on the wrong foot, but we've not don't anything wrong." Leo tried to reason.

"How do you know my name?"

"How do you know ours?" Leo asked.

"It's my job to know." Harry argued.

"And so is ours." Nick replied, he raised an eyebrow.

"You're all poor excuses of great people." Harry snarled. "A detective, a lawyer, a bar maid, a business man, and a successful race driver."

"Sounds like a cheesy punch line." Leo smiled.

"Did they all walk into a bar?" Grant asked with a laugh.

"Don't make jokes Griffin. I could expand your sentence if I wanted to."

"No. I don't think you can, also, thats a threat detective."  Grant replied.

"Get them hand cuffed and outta here."

Five police officers put hand cuffs on the group. They then pulled them up and walked them to a police car. 

Lexi was with Nick. Grant and Hayden, and Leo was by himself.

They drove in silence, not saying a word, or making any form of sound.

"Nick Davonport." The officer who was driving the car said. She looked into the rear view mirror at him. "You were kind of a legend."

"Oh, I still will be."

"You're hotter in person." She flirted.

"Well, is it Nick?." Lexi joined into the conversation.

"Yes." Nick answered.

"I've seen your photo before." Lexi looked at Nick, he was facing her.

"And I've seen yours." He smiled.

"Weird." Lexi asked. The officer looked in the mirror again.

"It is isn't it." Nick said.

"Oh, yea. For sure." Lexi answered.

"We supposedly broke the law." Nick said.

"And you didn't?" The other officer asked.

"Obviously they did. Also, we were told not to talk to them." The officer told her partner.

"Why? Because we might say something?" Lexi asked.

"Like what?" Nick answered.

"I said we couldn't talk." The officer interjected.

"Sorry." Nick apologised.

"Okie dokie." Lexi blew out her cheeks.

The officer looked in the mirror again and she had piercing eyes, which made Nick and Lexi uncomfortable.

From then on they drove in silence to the large police building in the centre of the city. There were crowds and crowds of people stood outside.

Journalists, citizens, business people, and many more different kinds of people. They were all waiting for the great reveal.

They'd heard the voices, seem their work, but have yet to see their faces. The big reveal was nearing, and they couldn't wait any longer.