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Michael Crowe, 28
Manhattan, New York
It had started so easy. Getting a job offer from one of Dimitri's associates was not as challenging as Mike would have thought. In hindsight it was pretty much inevitable. He was a professional thief and Dimitri only hired professionals. Most of his people was professional psychopaths. Something that Mike had learnt during the six months he had worked for the man.
It was then that greed had reared it's ugly head. That and loathing for Dimitri himself. Dimitri was a small man with a big ego. He was a collector of all things beautiful and rare. Be it things or people. He had been married twice. Both women was exotic and flawlessly beautiful. That was before they died though. There was nothing that linked either of their deaths to Dimitri though. Even though he was single minded, he was not stupid.
Mike had not known anything about Dimitri when he started to work for him. That quickly changed. He befriended Dimitri's second wife Alyssa and gave her his shoulder to cry upon. She had plenty o reasons to cry. Even more reasons to hate her husband. To Mike's surprise she actually loved the creep. Then she died in a car crash. After that Mike saw no reason to stay. He had his suspicions that Dimitri had Alyssa killed. For what reasons, it was anyone's guess.
Now Mike was on the run. It had been a quick decision. One that he wished he could regret. Just a lapse of judgement with an ingredient of revenge. He had stolen Dimitri's prize and joy. One of his favourite items. A necklace that supposedly once had belonged to Cleopatra. It was worth a fortune. That was not why Dimitri loved it though. For him it was a thing to possess and admire. That was one more thing to loathe the man for.
Mike had been successfully evading Dimitri's goons for three days now. It had been a fluke of bad luck that he now was running with three of them on his heels. One of the men he knew well. Duke was a big man. A full fledged killer with no remorse.
If he had not been sure that they where out to kill him, the flesh wound on his right shoulder convinced him otherwise. At least they were using knives and not guns at this time. Lucky him. Mike did not like guns. They were loud and frightening. Even so, the Beretta 9mm pistol that was stuck down at the back of his jeans, made him feel a little safer.
He had been running up and down the streets for fifteen minutes before taking a break. His shoulder hurt like hell and he was out of breath. If he just could find someplace to hide. Just then Duke and his two companions show up down the street.
"Bloody hell." Mike mutter and look around for some place to hide. Before he have the chance Duke spot him and start to run toward him. Desperate and not so little tired Mike try to think. They did not know when to give up. Just then he spot the car. It is a Porsche 911 and it's heading his way down the street.
Without thinking Mike dart out right in front of the car with his gun drawn. He aim it at the driver through the windshield. His adrenaline is pumping as he see Duke running with long strides. Now the man start to shout something. Mike ignore it as the car stops in front of him. He quickly make his way to the drivers side and knock on the window with his gun. When it lowers he lean in to meet the startled look of a young woman. Despite being faced with a gun wielding lunatic she look to be more surprised than scared.
"Open up." He demand and nod to the passenger side door.
"Or i shoot you." He add, trying to sound menacing.
Michael Crowe, 28
Manhattan, New York
It had started so easy. Getting a job offer from one of Dimitri's associates was not as challenging as Mike would have thought. In hindsight it was pretty much inevitable. He was a professional thief and Dimitri only hired professionals. Most of his people was professional psychopaths. Something that Mike had learnt during the six months he had worked for the man.
It was then that greed had reared it's ugly head. That and loathing for Dimitri himself. Dimitri was a small man with a big ego. He was a collector of all things beautiful and rare. Be it things or people. He had been married twice. Both women was exotic and flawlessly beautiful. That was before they died though. There was nothing that linked either of their deaths to Dimitri though. Even though he was single minded, he was not stupid.
Mike had not known anything about Dimitri when he started to work for him. That quickly changed. He befriended Dimitri's second wife Alyssa and gave her his shoulder to cry upon. She had plenty o reasons to cry. Even more reasons to hate her husband. To Mike's surprise she actually loved the creep. Then she died in a car crash. After that Mike saw no reason to stay. He had his suspicions that Dimitri had Alyssa killed. For what reasons, it was anyone's guess.
Now Mike was on the run. It had been a quick decision. One that he wished he could regret. Just a lapse of judgement with an ingredient of revenge. He had stolen Dimitri's prize and joy. One of his favourite items. A necklace that supposedly once had belonged to Cleopatra. It was worth a fortune. That was not why Dimitri loved it though. For him it was a thing to possess and admire. That was one more thing to loathe the man for.
Mike had been successfully evading Dimitri's goons for three days now. It had been a fluke of bad luck that he now was running with three of them on his heels. One of the men he knew well. Duke was a big man. A full fledged killer with no remorse.
If he had not been sure that they where out to kill him, the flesh wound on his right shoulder convinced him otherwise. At least they were using knives and not guns at this time. Lucky him. Mike did not like guns. They were loud and frightening. Even so, the Beretta 9mm pistol that was stuck down at the back of his jeans, made him feel a little safer.
He had been running up and down the streets for fifteen minutes before taking a break. His shoulder hurt like hell and he was out of breath. If he just could find someplace to hide. Just then Duke and his two companions show up down the street.
"Bloody hell." Mike mutter and look around for some place to hide. Before he have the chance Duke spot him and start to run toward him. Desperate and not so little tired Mike try to think. They did not know when to give up. Just then he spot the car. It is a Porsche 911 and it's heading his way down the street.
Without thinking Mike dart out right in front of the car with his gun drawn. He aim it at the driver through the windshield. His adrenaline is pumping as he see Duke running with long strides. Now the man start to shout something. Mike ignore it as the car stops in front of him. He quickly make his way to the drivers side and knock on the window with his gun. When it lowers he lean in to meet the startled look of a young woman. Despite being faced with a gun wielding lunatic she look to be more surprised than scared.
"Open up." He demand and nod to the passenger side door.
"Or i shoot you." He add, trying to sound menacing.
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