Stealing, something you were damn good at. Money was a struggle so it was really the only option in your case, so you did it often.

You were at a local market, keeping yourself somewhat hidden but not making it seem suspicious. Slowly taking smaller fruits and vegetables, until you felt a tap on your shoulder. You stayed calm and turned, your stomach turned as well.

Price stood now in front of you, in most of his gear.

"You gonna put that back?"

He said sternly.