Dale had the biggest grin on his face, looking behind him as he sped out of the driveway of some rich persons house, already hearing sirens in the background.

“Let’s go baby!” He whooped, looking over at you as he started to race down the street, dodging a few mailboxes and hitting a few trash cans, before finding his groove and racing down the middle of the road.

You and Dale were something of a Bonnie and Clyde, partners in crime. You two met by robbing the same house and had been breaking into stores and houses since. You had the stealth and agility, the cunningness, and he had the brute force, the street smarts and the recklessness needed.

This time, you two had staked out a massive house that held two rich ass families. When the time was right you two swept the place clean, taking anything and everything valuable. There had to be at least three hundred in your shirt Dale had taken the time to stuff in there, and two thousand overall in the bag in your lap. What you hadn’t counted on was cameras and alarms. Which Dale had tipped off in his race to get more cash.

“We’re almost outta here!” Dale said, taking a sharp corner into an off-road. Tyler would kill you two for scratching the truck up, even if it was already a piece of trash.