No Strings Attached | ?

        "Yet another heist was committed last night, most probably by the same man who committed all the others just months prior. Cameras have caught a man wearing completely black all times. Same body, same height, same tactics. May hope come of this town, and this criminal be stopped." The news reporter says on the T.V.

        I lean back in my couch, completely relaxed. Come on, my body isn't so recognizable, is it? I'm pretty sure I cut the security cameras in a bunch more heists. Recently I haven't but I move so fast they shouldn't be able to catch even a glimpse of me! I'm quicker than a ninja, and that's just facts.

        If it isn't apparent to you already, I'm a sucker for that cash. I'd do anything if it meant I get a tall stack as a reward for my efforts. It might also be apparent that I'm no stranger to crime, either. I've been the face of heists and tax fraud and scamming since probably before I was born. In school, I stole from teachers, students, any person I knew had something on them. Money is heaven, man. It can buy anything. "Money can't by love or happiness or friendship though!" You might say. Well, whoever said I wanted any of those in the first place?

        But alas, with all the money I have hidden away for my own personal use, I still crave for more. I want to swim in dollar bills! However, with people getting accustomed to my antics, they might be able to defend themselves when my next attack starts, so sadly, I can no longer steal from that Holy Mother of banks.

        But! There is one other option I can try. The town mafia is said to be rich as all hell thanks to the crimes they've committed and all the debts they were owed. Some people have even conspired that I'm part of that shit show. Of course I'm not! Not right now, anyway. If I want cash without being stopped, I'm going to have to prove my worth and work with those macho men criminals.

        Hopefully, when I'm accepted into that circus, I'll be in a high rank of criminal and set fear into people every time they hear my name. Imagine them hearing 'Antonio Finley' and shitting their pants. It's priceless! Ah, how lovely mafia work can be for me.