American Crooks

Chapter 2 - Broke

It was late in the day and Noah was sitting in a small coffee shop, that sat between two larger building, and he had ordered a mocah about five minutes ago and he's still waiting for it.
"Ugh...I'm so thirsty." Noah complained.
"Noah Wilson, your coffee is ready." The cashier lady called out.
"Yes." Noah smiles and stood up then walked over to her.
She smiled and handed it to him.
"Here ya go." She said with a smile.
"Thank you, beautiful." Noah replied.
"Welcome, handsome." The cashier winked.
Noah smiled, took his drink, winked back at her, and then turn to go back to his seat.
A few minutes of sitting and drinking his coffee he gets a text saying
"Meet me out by the ball park."
Noah looked at his phone and replied
"Aight. I'll be there in 10."
He then put his phone back into his pocket and got up.

10 minutes later.

Noah walked to the bleachers that were rusted and almost falling apart, but he still sat down onto them to wait for the person that messaged him.
A man shows up in a black tuxedo with a lit cig in his mouth.
"Noah Wilson?" The man said as he walked up to him.
"Yeah, who's asking?" Noah said as he stood up and stared at the man.
"That not important. What's important is that you have the whole 40k by tonight or you're dead." The man said.
"Oh...you're from him," Noah replied. "Don't worry I will."
"Good." The man said as turned around, and left.
"Man...how am I going to get 40k...?" Noah asked himself.
He looked up and saw two guys running, like they were running from something, but what made he a little off balance is that they were running towards him.
"The hell?" Noah said as he back up as they came closer.
The two men slowed down when they got to the bleachers, they slowed down because they were out of breath.
"Uh...you two okay?" Noah asked them.
"Hehe...yeah man...we are." One of them said but of breath.
"Ah. Okay." Noah replied.
"Yeah." The other one replied.
"May I ask what your names are?" Noah ask.
"Names Mark." The first one said.
"Name's Mike." The second one replied.
"Ah okay. Names Noah." Noah smiled.
"Cool. Nice to meet ya." Mark replied.
"Yeah," Mike said. "So what you doin' out here by ya self?"
"Trying to figure out how to get 40k before tonight." Noah said looking down a bit.

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Mike looked at Mark and waved at him to come closer.
"What if we invited him along?" Mike whispered.
"Sure, why not? I mean let's see what he can do." Mark replied.
They backed from each other and turned to Noah.
"What you good at?" Mike asked.
"What do you mean?" Noah responded.
"Like, can you steal? Mark asked.
"Oh uh. Yeah. I pick pocket." Noah smiled.
"Nice. We steal cars." Mike smiled back.
"Nice. It's a bit bigger than pick pocking." Noah laughed.
"Yeah." Mark agreed.

As they talked they heard cop sirens.
"Oh fuck their after us." Mark said.
"Wait why are the cops after you?" Noah asked.
"Uh...I shot someone." Mike replied.
"Oh. Okay." Noah didn't know what to say.
"Well, you wanna roll with us?" Mark asked.
"Yeah man." Noah replied.
"Well, let's get going!" Mike yelled.
They started running as they heard the sirens get louder, and louder.
"Ah shit man!" Mark yelled as he ran faster. As they ran they came to a four-way stop.
"Which way do we go?" Mike asked.
"Let's split." Noah replied.
"Good idea bro." Mark agreed.

Mike took the left way and ran. He looked around the street for a place to hide, but the only place he found was an old, abonded house that look like it could collapse with ease. He had no other choice. So he ran and jumped the fence, and quickly moved his way to the door, and kicked it in making it break off it's hinges.
"Now a place to hide in here that's safe." Mike said to himself aloud.
He took a quick look around and saw a door that looked like it led to the basement.

"Well, it'll have to do." Mike thought to himself

He made his way to the door and pushed it open and saw that the stairs were still there, and we're still together.
"Oh thank God," Mike said. "There still there."
He walked down the stairs slowly making sure ever step was safe and it wasn't going to fall through on him.
Once he got to the bottom of the stairs he looked around the basement and found a medium size, wooden box that he could fit in.
"Oh, great I gotta squeeze into that." Mike complained.