Amongst Thieves Novels & Stories

Somewhere across the street was a gang of young men. They loved that corner, Mpumi knew them well. They were the thugs of the town. All the crimes happening in that area, the community knew well to suspect them first. It was a pity that none of the community members had any evidence to pin against them and send them to jail.

I stood, tucking my hands in my pockets, and started moving around the office, pacing behind them as I continued in retrospect to our lives prior to this. “Because we need to stay awake at night, we distract ourselves and turn to the night jobs—trafficking… prostitution… gambling…. Now is our chance to return to the daylight that we used to be in.” I drew in another deep breath and said, “It won’t be easy. But you’ll have support.” I stood between Jewel and Ezio Virtus—the single heir of Second Tier Massimo Virtus, descendant of the Technical Sergeant of U.R.T.’s old defence force.

Though there is some level of trust, the depth of that is unknown and I can’t sacrifice my father’s safety for the sake of finding out. “Have you thought about trying to see who else in the pack agrees with you?” I grin at him widely. “Of course. We have a group who agrees with us.” “You have petty thieves from the slums,” he says, making assumptions. Not that he is completely wrong, but the judge-y tone in his voice is rubbing me the wrong way. “You are awfully judgemental about things you know nothing about,” I say, my anger bristling. “We steal because we have no other choice.”

I took in a deep breath. " How's it like... Being a thief?" I asked, and the smile disappeared to reveal a more serious look. " I wouldn't call it that." He began, his voice low. " We're just taking what is ours in the first place. We are still from crooked people, people who take from the poor masses and put in their pockets. The likes of George Flynn, the man who murdered your family..." He trailed off and I nodded. " People like them. The money isn't theirs, to begin with, so we're just taking it back."

Now that she had a fuller view of the room, a few people were moving through the crowd, stealing odds and ends off the wealthy mannequins. The man with the shining ball was defending the thieves' actions. "They deserve some compensation," he argued. "They have been sneaking in for days under every name and doing all sorts of jobs without any marauding. They have been on their best behavior, mind you. They should receive some sort of reward."

"Now you have five hours, show me you can do this basic skill." Everyone found a spot in the training yard and started practicing. Some almost had it, while others just stood there clueless. Many of the adventurers and mercenaries had spent their time practicing survival tactics. There wasn't a time in their life that they thought they would need to use [Shadow Step]. The Thieves Guild wasn't very popular in Chadel. Honor was something that the people felt strongly about. The boys grow up to be soldiers, then become Shi, and finally, they lay down their life for the Emperor. There is great honor in a selfless life. The Thieves Guild didn't take too kindly to that mentality. They fought with

"Why are you here? Were you following me?" I didn't answer him as I turned my attention to the remaining two. Leo was still holding his nose, and the third guy was staring at me with a mix of confusion and mounting fear. "Who the fuck are you?" the third guy barked, trying to puff out his chest. "Mind your business Goldie locks! This twink is ours. You don't want to get involved with the Serpent Gang." I took a slow, deliberate step forward, my eyes scanning the faded snake tattoos crawling up their necks. The Serpent Gang. A pathetic collection of car thieves and low-level muscle who thought they were kings because they owned three blocks of a slum.

Our world was filled with all sorts of filth; from liars to thieves. And as they said, there is no honor among thieves. I spun on my heel and walked towards the door, then stopped and turned to face the two men. “It was lovely seeing you, Lucky Gambino. You may continue whatever it was you were doing.” And with that, I walked out with my men following closely behind me. The bloodlust had cooled down, the thief who stole from me and destroyed my property was dead, and I had gotten my shipment back. Although it was not all of it.

there are those goons out there" The thugs...they are young people who take passersby's belongings, little pickpockets that is. Anyway, I was not planning on going out, so it's not bad. I nod and go back to bed because my body is broken and needs rest.

Like the Amazons, they were pretty immune to penetration by their enemies, had a callous disregarded for the rest of humanity and made good use of their small numbers. That was where the similarities ended. They were a gang of thieves, thugs and pimps - criminal entrepreneurs. Their threat came from the most organized and ruthlessness, not from any real martial skill. They had a unique language which they causally bantered about in. Why Grandpa Alal knew it, I don't know, but he did.