Chapter 3: The big score
William stared down at that beautiful yellow glow, mesmerized by the shear amount of money that sat in front of him. His crew were arguing about weather or not they should take the gold, and if they did how much. He had to admit, even if they took some of the gold here, they wouldn't be able to spend it. At best, they would be able to get the attention of one of the three families ruling the slums. One thing was clear though, if they took this gold, the straights would hunt them down and kill them if they got the chance. William and the crew would have to lay low for at least a year, maybe longer. He wouldn't be able to see his wife Diane, or his son Billy. But if he took this, his family would never live in the slums again.
"We're taking it." William said, his decision made. The room became silent, as each of the members of his crew looked at him. Winston, Mary, Jack, Anne, and Tup, all looked at him wide eyed has he took a vile of blood from his coat pocket and placed a drip on each crate. "We're taking all of it."
"Sir" Winston said, "I would highly advise you to reconsider, we cannot spend this kind of money, do you have any idea the target we would have in all of our backs?"
"I understand the risks." Willam said, making sure his blood was on each crate. "Just don't care. We wanted to go bigger, well this is our big score. We'll have to lay low for a year, probably longer. But once we do, we'll all be so rich that we'll never have to look over our shoulders again." After making sure each crate had his blood on it, he held out the vile towards his crew. "Would hate to leave you all on this ship when the straights storm this warship." He said smiling. They could disagree with him, but at the end of the day, his word was final. Winston begrudgingly took the vile and and took a swig of William's blood, the others following suit. William focused and let his ears find the boat three docks down, the small fishing boat that his crew had in place the day before. In an instant they were outside, on a wooden deck. William looked to see all twelve crates safely on bored, being transported by contact with his blood. Though organic beings needed to consume the blood or have it injected. He didn't know why that was, but his powers were far from normal so it shouldn't have been a surprise.
"Let's get these crates loaded below deck." William said, opening the hidden trapdoor in the floor. The crates were extremely heavy and four people were required to carry them. No more than thirty minutes later they traversed the canals of the slums, using a long wooden stick to push the boat along its way. The slums were more of an extension of the city proper, a large section of the slums was suspended over shallow water, making small boats or canoes the best method of travel in this area. Wooden bridges and catwalks crossed over many sections of the maze of waterways, after all, few people could afford a boat to travel in. But the reason his crew came here was because the canals were almost impossible for police to patrol. It was the perfect place to stash stolen goods without having to worry about random unscheduled searches. William didn't live here though, he and his wife lived close to the city proper. Though they still lived in the slums, it was relatively safe due to more police patrols. That all changed now. This was going to be his home for the next year or so. His crew had a hideout here, disguised as a shoe store. It held plenty of food and weapons stocked up to last them a while. In fact the hideout here had started to become a main base of operations during the last few months, so they wouldn't have much a problem adjusting.
"Aw hell" Jack said, looking at the crew. "I Just realized I'm Gonna have to spend a whole year living with you sewer sniffers." William raised an eyebrow,
"Sewer sniffers?"
"What!" Jack said raising his arms defensively, "You lot of washed up rats seriously have no sense of hygiene. Accept for Winston, but that's because ee's a gentleman, and ee's also a Brit."
"I don't see how my country of origin makes me any cleaner than you Jack, although you are hardly the person to be judging other people's cleanliness." Winston said.
"I didn't understand half of whatchu was sayin'." Jack said looking confused, "Which only proves my point more! There Winston, you'd been bested by a filthy commoner, the one and only Jack! Feel free to cry." Winston just shook his head as Jack held his chin high, proud of what he had done.
"It wont be as bad as you think Jack," William said, using the pole to turn the boat down a narrow waterway. "We'll all have our own living quarters, but if you get scared of the dark you can always share a bed with Tup." The others laughed as Jack's face turned to a frown,
"I'd much rather share a bed with Marry if that could be arranged." Marry glared down at Jack, but Jack just smiled. "You love me Marry, everyone eir' knows it."
"You'd better watch your mouth Jack." Marry said, "I might shove a dagger up it." Jack laughed, "See, I knew you loved me." Marry rolled her eyes but didn't say any more. Most of the time it was best to simply stop talking around Jack, the more you said, the more the man got riled up. They soon reached the location the hideout, a two story building made with wood planks that look like they would snap at the touch. The shoe shop was crammed in between other shops or houses, as was every building out here in the canals. Not a lot of room for personal space, but the people of the slums had to make do with what they had. William walked up out of the boat and on to a wooden walkway, then unlocked the door to the shop. They moved the dozen crates via a underwater lift. his crew through the crates into the water, then two of them would dive under and walk creates to a square wooden platform underwater with pulleys attached to it. Once a few boxes were set on the platform, William and Tup raised the platform from inside the hideout. It was a very effective way to move certain goods into the hideout without being spotted by people passing by. Their boat was small enough to be chained up beside the walkway, while still leaving plenty of room for other boats to pass by on the canal. Once they were all inside William went to the room, he would be spending the next year in to write a letter to his wife Diane. She would be devastated, and would miss him dearly, but William did this for her. He would see that his family would be able to live a life of luxury, but he also had a deeper passion. The thrill of getting away with a heist like this, the notoriety it would bring him and his crew. He couldn't ignore it, there was a reason he was known as 'The Goblin', it was because he took risks, and this was his biggest one yet. Only question was, would it pay off, or would it see him at the gallows. Only time would tell, all he could do was wait.
CREATORS' THOUGHTS 
JJ_Simpson
JJ_Simpson I'm litteraly just making this up as I go, so if you have an idea on how the story should progress, go ahead and type it down in the comments, I would love to hear your imput.
— New chapter is coming soon — Write a review