She took her time walking to the escape car, a silver 2004 Lexus sedan. She got in the car and started it up. “Mr. Blue.”
“Go ahead with your traffic, Mr. White,” Mr. Blue yelled over the roar of the train.
“Exiting parking structure now. Proceeding to pick-up point.”
“Acknowledged, Mr. White. Drive safely,” Mr. Blue said.
Mr. White turned on the CD player in the car. Once again, Tupac’s music filled the car. Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw, the game ain’t the same. Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw, dear God, I wonder can you save me?
Chapter Two
Mr. Blue, whose real name was Travis Burns, and Mr. Green, a.k.a. Ronnie Grier, stood on the corner of 34th Street and 8th Avenue and waited for Mr. White, whose name was Jacquelyn Washington, to arrive. While they were on the train, they went in between the cars and took off their coats and jumpsuits and were now dressed in business suits and ties, but they still wore their gloves.
Travis looked at his watch and wondered what was taking Jackie so long.
“Where is she? She should be here by now,” Ronnie said.
“It’s almost lunchtime. She’s probably just stuck in traffic. Don’t worry, Ronnie. She’ll be here soon,” Travis said, looking at Ronnie and recalling the day’s events. This was the closest they had ever come to getting caught. They’d had some issues before, had to do a little shooting, but the cops had never been close enough to chase them.
This was never the life Travis had intended for himself. He had gone to college and graduated with a degree in computer science, a field that promised plenty of opportunity. Ronnie had earned a dual degree in business and finance, but now look at them. Now Travis was standing on the corner of 34th and 8th with a briefcase full of stolen jewelry, wondering what went wrong with his life.