A Thief In The Night

Chapter one

You hated doing this, slowly you slipped your hand in the man's back pocket on the busy subway platform. Your eyes glued to the back of his head, a part of you hoped like hell you'd get caught one day. You were so tired of just trying to survive to the next day, you had rules though.
Only steal from the wealthy, always stay somewhere new, be honestly when you can, never steal more then you need, and never get attached. Those rules lead to your survival on the streets. Once upon a life time ago you would of been someone you would of pick pocketed from. However, life is a funny thing and here you were three years later, living life on the streets.
You darted around the corner, slipping the wallet into your pocket. Your heart fluttering wildly. You found the stairs easily, dashing up taking two at a time, your head becoming dizzy. You tried to remember the last time you actually ate a real meal, not just snacking when you could find something.
You hit surface level, cars bumper to bumper in the night, slick with rain. You finally braved yourself enough to open the object of your conquest. The black old worn leather wallet held six dollars, and an array of cards. Six dollars, enough to get you a meal and a new bottle of water. You pocketed the cash in your bag, slinging it over your shoulder.
You approached the mail drop, opening it, tossing the wallet in there. You didn't actually know that the items you dropped in them made it back to their owners, but it made you feel better. With any luck the man would notice his wallet was missing by the time he got home and canceled the cards. You did it just case, knowing it would be safe till tomorrow at the very least.
You wandered into the diner you frequented, the waitresses knew you. You always took the same booth in the back, one where you could see who comes and who goes. You were just this side of paranoid, afraid he'd find you again.
Your waitress brought your food, without you ordering. A commotion caught your attention at the door way. Four men came in laughing loudly, the tallest being the most boisterous. He flipped long gold locks over his shoulder as he clapped his smaller companion on his back.
The last man that entered had his hat pulled low on his face, dark hair peeked out. He was tense, you could it from this distance. He casted a glance around the near empty diner, bright blue eyes landed on you for a moment. Slowly he followed his friends to a table in the center.
You watched with amusement as Blondie through back his head, a roaring laughter escaping his lips at something the African-American man said, cracking jokes almost loud enough you could hear him. They seemed like unlikely bunch of friends. Three of them conversed together, the blonde, his jovial friend and the curly haired gentleman. Blue eyes just sat back in his chair, he seemed out of place.
You watched them some more while you ate, your eyes focused on the Mr. Blue Eyes. He sat back in his chair partially reclined, rubbing his fingers on the scruff of his face. His leather jacket seemed old and well worn, his faded dark blue jeans tight around his thighs. Occasionally he'd nod his head at something one of the other three said, smiling once in a while but never talked.
You finished your meal, tossing five of the six on the table, you walked to the door. Blue eyes turned his head to you as walked past, looking you up and down, a moment of tension coursed through his massive shoulders. You smiled sweetly at him before darting back out into the rainy night.

Weeks went by, you had hit a dry spell, only coming up with a handful change each time you pick pocketed. You were getting weary, wondering when you'd have an opportunity to get some real food in you. Eating nuts and chips weren't enough to keep you going long term, and you knew it.
You crept the edges of the packed vendors market, a place you usually avoided, just as the sun was starting to set. The dense crowd made it easy to lift someone of their wallet but made it harder to escape. You causally watched your surroundings, your old canvas bag slung low on your back, you held onto the straps tightly.
You watch one lady intently, pushing a stroller. She would stop at random booths looking over this and that, leaving her purse in open view and unattended. Casually you walked up next to her, her clothes gave it away. The hem of her pants were ragged and a patch covered the hole in the knee. Her shirt had faded from frequent washing, the absence of a wedding ring is what caused you to turn away. Single mom, probably struggling as much as you.
You walked away, your eyes ever scanning. Finally you zeroed in, nice casual suit, beautifully tailored. Creases pressed neatly in place vertically along the pant leg. Perfectly polished dress shoes, expensive dress shoes at that. His arm casually over the shoulder of his male companion, who unlike him, wasn't dressed to impress.
"You know Banner, you need to get out more." Suit stated loudly, oblivious of you.
"I don't think a crowded place is the best place for me." His friend replied.
Slowly, casually and calculated you walked up behind them. Deftly you dipped your hand in his pock, in seconds a gloved hand caught your wrist. You eyes snapped up, an astonishing blue pair eyes looked down at you.
"What are you doing?" His deep voice was rough, two options drop the wallet and run, or just run, with the wallet. Just as the suit started to turn you snapped your wrist down, breaking free of the blue eyed man's grasp. You bolted, tucking the wallet into your jacket pocket as you went.
You heard someone shout as your feet pounded the pavement, dodging and weaving between people. You picked up speed as you neared the table of a booth, seeing the open street behind it. Your dropped and slid on your hip under it, popping up on the other side.
You took a quick look back the direction you came from only to see blue eyes in hot pursuit. Your heart fluttered a bit at the chase. You dart off down the street, trying to put distance between you two. You wove in out of the foot traffic, darting down back alleyways like the pro you were. This was your playground, you knew the city like no one else.
You turned the last corner, the chain link fence just on the other side. Knowing freedom was just before you, you slung your bag down your shoulder as you ran. You swung in back and then hurtled it into the air, watching it drop down on the other side. You sprang up on the fence, climbing it like second nature, dropping on the other side like a cat. Landing neatly next to your bag.
Blue eyes turned the corner, and stopped at the fence. His chest heaving, his eyes caught sight of you. You casually pick your bag up, slinging it back on your shoulders.
"Give me the wallet, or I'll hunt you down." He stated, you gave him a playful smile, before sprinting out into the next street.