The early morning was much like the rest of the day. Freezing and dull.

The rain had not stopped since the morning, and Vela was growing impatient as she rested her back against a brick alleyway. She was waiting for her friend, Ratrisha outside of her apartment. Vela had not expected for the day to be so cold and dismal, as she hugged her beige coat closer to her chest. She blew warm air into the palm of her hands, before rubbing them against each other in an attempt to give herself some warmth. It didn’t seem to do much help though.

New York City was in its prime. Vela wasn’t completely pleased to be involved in the mafia world, but at least she wasn’t its politics. Just last week, news of a major politician was gunned down after two major crime families found out about his double-dealing. Apparently he was supposed to be helping them. Vela didn’t like these kinds of news. Instead, she found solace in the art of stealing.

All with the help of Ratrisha of course. Vela couldn’t speak for her, but she seemed to always have fun while they were out and about on the streets.

Fate worked quickly in Manhattan. Vela first met her after being recruited into the same crew as her. They both made their own side hustle plus the jobs that were provided by the family. Vela’s life had been altered ever since she stepped foot into the concrete jungle. She basked in the ambience and enjoyed every second it.

Speaking of jobs, Vela was put on a ‘pickpocketing mission’ with Ratrisha – assigned to them by the lovely right hand Victoria_Cardenaz. The task was supposed to be fast and smooth, as if Vela had to carry out her slick ninja moves as she would distract a stranger while Ratrisha’s hands would move quickly in the purse of whoever they were trying to steal from. Before being taken in by Kamille, Vela had expected that maybe she’d be immediately put on to more ‘advanced’ missions, like planning a hit on someone or robbing someone’s vault – but obviously her eyes were bigger than her stomach.

Vela was a newcomer, after all. So was Ratrisha. They have to start somewhere, don’t they?

A windy and rainy day. Ratrisha stood at the entrance of her doorway, holding her umbrella as she tried to search for someone. Her hand shook when she held her cigarette, not because of the cold bothering her bones, but it was because she was nervous.

This is the second day of entering the mafia world. 

She still remembered when she was told by Victoria_Cardenaz that her first job is a " pickpocketing mission". It shocked her, as she remembered from mafia movies - they kill people, a bigger crime than a mugger scandal? Oh come on. Pickpocketing? She had been doing it since she was kid because she needed money for food. Ratrisha was no rookie. But she couldn't complain.

As a new comer, she could only follow the order. 

Although it wouldn't be her first time - it still made her nervous, purely because of the fact that this is the first task from one of her upper structures. Being newly recruited, Ratrisha couldn't blame herself for wanting to impress her leaders. Also, there was the risk of getting caught. 

The only thing that kept her nerves stable was Vela, who was to join and help her. She had known Vela ever since she stepped foot into the family HQ. If Ratrisha had been asked years before, where she would find herself in the future, she would never guess to end up in this kind of world. Surrounded by mobsters and villains. 

Finally, in the distance, Ratrisha could see Vela propped up against the wall of an alleyway. She approached her while holding tight onto the umbrella. 

"Freezing my ass off... You ready?" 

Viscorio was out of action for quite some time, he had just recently injured his right-hand wrist doing some questionable acts in the bedroom, he didn't have it with the ladies so it was quite hard for him to pull, unlike his friend Charlie__Pavanno, the stories he tells about him and the ladies after a few drinks gives Viscorio some hope. Shit if that ugly mofo can pull, why can't I? Viscorio was not much of a people person unlike  Mr Pavanno.

The rain was heavy in the streets of New York "This freaking rain!" carrying only a small umbrella Viscorio walking briskly along the streets trying to get home after a few beers at the pub where he noticed 2 ladies in an alleyway, quite strange to see at this time of night. Viscorio was curious what they were up too, were they planning a crime? or maybe some alone time. Temptation and urges struck Viscorio like lighting, he could not let this opportunity pass, instead of heading home Viscorio decided he should check out where this could lead. 

Innocently but not so subtly which was not his forte Viscorio crossed the street and perched himself on the wall of the building which was directly across the alleyway and pretended he himself was waiting for someone with the occasional glare at the 2 ladies hoping for some action.

"Why should we do this on such a freezing night, huh!?" complained Ratrisha. 

Vela just smiled and looked arround. Ratrisha knew that her partner was looking for a victim to steal from. After finishing with her cigarette, Ratrisha spotted an old lady suited in a red coat, and a purse in her right hand. 

"Vela.. Old lady looks easy to be pickpocketed," she whispers in Velas ear.

Vela just rolled her eyes. Ratrisha just realized the old lady had so much cash in her purse. A rich fucking mummie.

Ratrisha's train of thought was interrupted when Vela gives her news that theres a man with an umbrella and a nice suit. He stood across the street like he was patiently waiting for someone. The heart in Ratrisha's chest thumped harder. It wouldn't be easier than picking from a purse of an old lady.

"Him? Or her?" Ratrisha asks Vela with doubt instilled in her mind