Pokemon Thieves Novels & Stories

It was a Rolex, worth at least $60 000. Never in my three years had I ever been caught. Because I was skilled. Because I was smooth and I went undetected. And because I never made anything personal. But it is all bound to come to an end sooner or later. Too bad, it turned out to be sooner. I felt a hand harshly grip hold of my arm. I turned in panic and saw the man I was stealing a watch from, boring his eyes into mine. ”I like my watch. And I'd like to keep it.” I gulped. This had never happened but the guys said that if ever I did get caught, just pretend like it was a mistake.

he snorted out, his once brave and I don't care attitude, now replaced with fear and uncertainty. I used to be his type, they all appear tough when they are first brought in but begin to fidget the moment their soft spot is thrown at them. Truthfully I don't even know íf this dude has a grandma, I just took a wild guess after noticing what was written on his shirt. Grandma's little treasure “Who are you working for” I questioned calmly this time. “I don't know, I swear to god, I was contacted by my friend to go rob the warehouse that they were thousands of dollars in there, but when we got in, we found nothing”