Fighting to Be Free
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“You on with me tonight?” I asked, looking round for anyone else.
“Yeah, Enzo’s driving, Then me and Terry are with you,” he answered, nodding at Terry.
I looked at Terry, he had a cut over the bridge of his nose and two nice black eyes from where I’d punched him. “Awesome. What happened to your face Terry? Looks bad,” I teased, smirking at him.
He stood up and looked at me warningly, “That’s two Jamie, you won’t get three,” he growled.
“No man, trust me, you don’t want three,” I said, shrugging and turning away from him. If he wanted to attack me he wouldn’t do it from behind, that was a code we had around here, you want to start something, you be man enough to do it face to face. “Ray, where’s my package?” I called over to him, he pointed to his desk and I went over and grabbed the brown envelope off of his desk ripping it open and sitting down to read through it.
Inside were all the details of the boost, the location of each car, the owners routines, any security on the car’s that could be easily viewed by walking past, such as alarms and immobilisers. It also had photos of each car. I stopped at the Bugatti, it was incredible and my hands started to sweat just at the thought of it. It was a nice one too, black with red doors, not even your run of the mil showroom car, this one was custom made. Even the Porsche was awesome and was probably priced at over four hundred thou.
“You see this list?” I asked Ray.
He grinned, “Hell yeah I saw it, man I can’t wait. Don’t scratch that car kid, I want to see it in all it’s perfect glory, I‘ve never seen a real one,” he gushed with wide eyes.
“I won’t scratch it. What do you think I am, some sort of half-baked idiot like Terry?” I asked grinning, making Ray laugh. I could see Terry staring at me, he looked like he wanted to rip my head off.
At nine Brett came down and pulled me into a hug, “Thanks for doing this kid, we haven’t been able to go after car’s like this since you’ve been gone. This is a really big score, as you can probably see from the list,” he said happily, he was looking at me proudly.
“Sure Brett, this is it though, right?” I asked, his cell phone rang and he turned away to answer it talking quickly.
He turned back to me a minute later, “Right then boys, get going, do them in whatever order you want as long as they all get here tonight. I have a couple of transporters coming to pick them up at 6am,” he said, slapping us each on the shoulder as he walked back up the stairs.
“You have my old stuff, Ray?” I asked hopefully.
He nodded and went over to his desk, pulling out my grey duffle bag that contained my ‘car stealing kit’ I guess you could call it. I rifled through the bag checking everything was in there and then nodded to Enzo, who led us to his car. I jumped in the front making Terry and Rob ride in the back.
“So, what order we going?” Enzo asked.
I shrugged, “Let’s just go to the closest first, as long as the Bugatti’s last I don’t care,” I said, feeling guilty that I was so excited, I really shouldn‘t be enjoying this.
He pulled out and headed to the nearest car. The BMW Z4. He parked a couple of cars back from it, I turned to look at the guys in the back. “I’ll drive it a couple of streets away, then Terry, you can take it back to Brett’s,” I ordered casually.
He frowned, obviously not liking me telling him what to do. “I wanted the Alfa Romeo,” he growled angrily,
“I don’t give a shit what you want. I don’t want you near me any longer, I can feel your stupidity lowering my IQ with every passing second. I need you away from me as quick as possible, before I forget how to tie my shoes.” I smirking at him, making Enzo and Rob laugh.
“Cocky little shit,” Terry growled.
I ignored him and jumped out, looking around cautiously. It was a deserted street, it was dark, not very many street lights, should be easy.
I made my way over to the car, getting the window bar out, this car had an immobiliser on it apparently. I shoved the bar down the side of the window and caught the locking mechanism and pulled it back out. My heart was crashing in my chest and I couldn’t keep the smile of my face. I jumped in and quickly disabled the immobiliser. There was a steering wheel lock so I grabbed my slide hammer and shoved it into the lock of it, slamming my hand on the end to release the lock. I pulled it off and threw it on the seat next to me, before yanking off the steering column. I grabbed my wire cutters and cut the plastic covers off quickly, sparking the wires and starting the car.
As soon as I heard the car roar to life, I could feel the excitement bubbling up inside. God I’d missed this so much, this high, this rush, the knowing I was so good at something that I wouldn‘t get caught. I pulled out, enjoying driving the car. This car was awesome, but on a scale of what I was doing tonight, it was probably number five, which is why I gave it to Terry. I knew he’d want one of the better cars, and I just wanted to piss him off some more.
I sped down the street, turning my lights on when I was safely off the street, and pulled over after a couple of minutes. I left the car running and jumped out, watching as Terry climbed out of Enzo’s car, walking over, looking like he’d had a stick shoved up his ass.
“Try not to scratch it,” I teased, rolling my eyes and walking back to the other car.
“Kid, I forgot how kick ass you were at this. That was incredible, immobiliser and steering lock, in less than a minute,” Rob said looking at me in awe.
“Yeah, Enzo’s driving, Then me and Terry are with you,” he answered, nodding at Terry.
I looked at Terry, he had a cut over the bridge of his nose and two nice black eyes from where I’d punched him. “Awesome. What happened to your face Terry? Looks bad,” I teased, smirking at him.
He stood up and looked at me warningly, “That’s two Jamie, you won’t get three,” he growled.
“No man, trust me, you don’t want three,” I said, shrugging and turning away from him. If he wanted to attack me he wouldn’t do it from behind, that was a code we had around here, you want to start something, you be man enough to do it face to face. “Ray, where’s my package?” I called over to him, he pointed to his desk and I went over and grabbed the brown envelope off of his desk ripping it open and sitting down to read through it.
Inside were all the details of the boost, the location of each car, the owners routines, any security on the car’s that could be easily viewed by walking past, such as alarms and immobilisers. It also had photos of each car. I stopped at the Bugatti, it was incredible and my hands started to sweat just at the thought of it. It was a nice one too, black with red doors, not even your run of the mil showroom car, this one was custom made. Even the Porsche was awesome and was probably priced at over four hundred thou.
“You see this list?” I asked Ray.
He grinned, “Hell yeah I saw it, man I can’t wait. Don’t scratch that car kid, I want to see it in all it’s perfect glory, I‘ve never seen a real one,” he gushed with wide eyes.
“I won’t scratch it. What do you think I am, some sort of half-baked idiot like Terry?” I asked grinning, making Ray laugh. I could see Terry staring at me, he looked like he wanted to rip my head off.
At nine Brett came down and pulled me into a hug, “Thanks for doing this kid, we haven’t been able to go after car’s like this since you’ve been gone. This is a really big score, as you can probably see from the list,” he said happily, he was looking at me proudly.
“Sure Brett, this is it though, right?” I asked, his cell phone rang and he turned away to answer it talking quickly.
He turned back to me a minute later, “Right then boys, get going, do them in whatever order you want as long as they all get here tonight. I have a couple of transporters coming to pick them up at 6am,” he said, slapping us each on the shoulder as he walked back up the stairs.
“You have my old stuff, Ray?” I asked hopefully.
He nodded and went over to his desk, pulling out my grey duffle bag that contained my ‘car stealing kit’ I guess you could call it. I rifled through the bag checking everything was in there and then nodded to Enzo, who led us to his car. I jumped in the front making Terry and Rob ride in the back.
“So, what order we going?” Enzo asked.
I shrugged, “Let’s just go to the closest first, as long as the Bugatti’s last I don’t care,” I said, feeling guilty that I was so excited, I really shouldn‘t be enjoying this.
He pulled out and headed to the nearest car. The BMW Z4. He parked a couple of cars back from it, I turned to look at the guys in the back. “I’ll drive it a couple of streets away, then Terry, you can take it back to Brett’s,” I ordered casually.
He frowned, obviously not liking me telling him what to do. “I wanted the Alfa Romeo,” he growled angrily,
“I don’t give a shit what you want. I don’t want you near me any longer, I can feel your stupidity lowering my IQ with every passing second. I need you away from me as quick as possible, before I forget how to tie my shoes.” I smirking at him, making Enzo and Rob laugh.
“Cocky little shit,” Terry growled.
I ignored him and jumped out, looking around cautiously. It was a deserted street, it was dark, not very many street lights, should be easy.
I made my way over to the car, getting the window bar out, this car had an immobiliser on it apparently. I shoved the bar down the side of the window and caught the locking mechanism and pulled it back out. My heart was crashing in my chest and I couldn’t keep the smile of my face. I jumped in and quickly disabled the immobiliser. There was a steering wheel lock so I grabbed my slide hammer and shoved it into the lock of it, slamming my hand on the end to release the lock. I pulled it off and threw it on the seat next to me, before yanking off the steering column. I grabbed my wire cutters and cut the plastic covers off quickly, sparking the wires and starting the car.
As soon as I heard the car roar to life, I could feel the excitement bubbling up inside. God I’d missed this so much, this high, this rush, the knowing I was so good at something that I wouldn‘t get caught. I pulled out, enjoying driving the car. This car was awesome, but on a scale of what I was doing tonight, it was probably number five, which is why I gave it to Terry. I knew he’d want one of the better cars, and I just wanted to piss him off some more.
I sped down the street, turning my lights on when I was safely off the street, and pulled over after a couple of minutes. I left the car running and jumped out, watching as Terry climbed out of Enzo’s car, walking over, looking like he’d had a stick shoved up his ass.
“Try not to scratch it,” I teased, rolling my eyes and walking back to the other car.
“Kid, I forgot how kick ass you were at this. That was incredible, immobiliser and steering lock, in less than a minute,” Rob said looking at me in awe.
