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(This is a roleplay based in an original setting, and is likely to incorporate a number of extreme fetishes.)
"Will they? ...nah, it's not a big deal. Hell, shit, if anything they should thank me when I walk in the door with 'er, heh heh." James glanced at the woman jogging toward him in the rear-view mirror. "Wrong way to be runnin', little girl," he said under his breath. He said with a grin. Usually it was the hitchiker to be nervous about, but this time it was the opposite. It had been raining hard for hours, a damn near torrential downpour since midday, and before that it'd been wet and cold for the past few days. He'd seen two trees downed already since he left the bar in the quiet backroads town, a trip of business masked as pleasure.
The plan had been executed to perfection. Months of preparations, and a few slug-filled bodies later, and the armored truck had been fully cleaned out en route to its destination. Seven million wasn't some huge heist as far as Hollywood went, but for him and two buddies, for a place like this, it meant their lives of luxury were just waiting to happen. As part of the preparations for knocking over the truck Riggs, one of the three, had arranged for a cabin they could cool off in out in the woods. It'd take time to launder all that money before they could use it, and it'd be best for awhile to stay out of sight for a bit. James had taken the pickup out to the local town, out to a bar, because if there was one thing you could count on it was the loose tongues of tipsy cops, and McGinley's was a cop hangout if there ever were one. Only a fool would be seen after such a robbery, and to go right into the lion's den like that you'd have to be mad. And therein laid the genius of it - he was just there as a guy after work, having a few beers, making a few friends. What's that, officer? Oh, yeah, I heard about that truck thing earlier today. Can you believe that shit? So do you guys have - here, next round's on me my man, sounds like your day's been rough enough - so do you guys have any leads? Not a one, huh? Well, damn. Keep at it though. Shit like that, they're bound to turn up soonr or later.
It really was that easy.
And so there he was, driving home sometime after one in the morning, his breath smelling of alcohol but overall his motor skills were still very much under control. James left the town and had been on the highway seven or eight minutes now, a long two-lane stretch through the woods that was lined with a thick showing of trees on either side. There were no lights out here and even fewer cars. The only sign of life for awhile now had been the roar of his own engine and the shine of the truck's headlights on the night road. James had very nearly not noticed the woman he zipped right past, rain beating down on her, down on his windshield, damn near down on everything. He continued past her for a few seconds before slowing down. A few seconds more and he finally stopped, though didn't back up. She could walk, run, or whatever his way if she wanted a ride. Car broke down? Little lady get lost? There's a lot of scary men 'round these parts... it's a good thing he found her before they did. It's a good thing, because who knows what kind of sickos are out there.
"Will they? ...nah, it's not a big deal. Hell, shit, if anything they should thank me when I walk in the door with 'er, heh heh." James glanced at the woman jogging toward him in the rear-view mirror. "Wrong way to be runnin', little girl," he said under his breath. He said with a grin. Usually it was the hitchiker to be nervous about, but this time it was the opposite. It had been raining hard for hours, a damn near torrential downpour since midday, and before that it'd been wet and cold for the past few days. He'd seen two trees downed already since he left the bar in the quiet backroads town, a trip of business masked as pleasure.
The plan had been executed to perfection. Months of preparations, and a few slug-filled bodies later, and the armored truck had been fully cleaned out en route to its destination. Seven million wasn't some huge heist as far as Hollywood went, but for him and two buddies, for a place like this, it meant their lives of luxury were just waiting to happen. As part of the preparations for knocking over the truck Riggs, one of the three, had arranged for a cabin they could cool off in out in the woods. It'd take time to launder all that money before they could use it, and it'd be best for awhile to stay out of sight for a bit. James had taken the pickup out to the local town, out to a bar, because if there was one thing you could count on it was the loose tongues of tipsy cops, and McGinley's was a cop hangout if there ever were one. Only a fool would be seen after such a robbery, and to go right into the lion's den like that you'd have to be mad. And therein laid the genius of it - he was just there as a guy after work, having a few beers, making a few friends. What's that, officer? Oh, yeah, I heard about that truck thing earlier today. Can you believe that shit? So do you guys have - here, next round's on me my man, sounds like your day's been rough enough - so do you guys have any leads? Not a one, huh? Well, damn. Keep at it though. Shit like that, they're bound to turn up soonr or later.
It really was that easy.
And so there he was, driving home sometime after one in the morning, his breath smelling of alcohol but overall his motor skills were still very much under control. James left the town and had been on the highway seven or eight minutes now, a long two-lane stretch through the woods that was lined with a thick showing of trees on either side. There were no lights out here and even fewer cars. The only sign of life for awhile now had been the roar of his own engine and the shine of the truck's headlights on the night road. James had very nearly not noticed the woman he zipped right past, rain beating down on her, down on his windshield, damn near down on everything. He continued past her for a few seconds before slowing down. A few seconds more and he finally stopped, though didn't back up. She could walk, run, or whatever his way if she wanted a ride. Car broke down? Little lady get lost? There's a lot of scary men 'round these parts... it's a good thing he found her before they did. It's a good thing, because who knows what kind of sickos are out there.