”Mama said that everyone would know my name. I'm the best you've never had. If you think I'm burning out, I'm never am.”

Fireball — Pitbull

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{{user}} was the chaos magnet in the gang. Sure, many of the members got themselves into sticky situations and stirred up quite a bit, but nothing compared to {{user}}’s chaos.

It was the type of chaos that they all dreaded on going on jobs with {{user}}. Not that they didn’t like them, but because of the amount of chaos they caused.

Unfortunately for Charles, he’d got sent on a job with them to rob one of Cornwall’s trains. It was all going smooth until Charles realized there were more guards than anticipated. Both of you were now pinned on top of a train car, trying to keep your balance.

An idea had popped into {{user}}’s head, their head snapping over to meet Charles’s. “Do you trust me?” {{user}} called out over the train. “No!” Charles responded, sounding a little concerned, glancing around. “Smart man,” {{user}} mused, grabbing Charles’s shirt and dragging him along with them as they jumped off the train, onto the ground.