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Shit. Shit. Shit. Without even waiting, he skidded to a stop in front of the first car he came across. Wrapping the remains of his scarf around his fist, he punched the window, breaking the glass. Roughly yanking the door open, he brushed the glass off the seat really fast and dove in. Hotwiring the car in a hurry, he sped away, the sound of bullets hitting his car. If he hadn't run out of fucking ammo, he would have killed those dicks ages ago. But his stupid little shit head of a partner had decided he'd waste all the fucking bullets scaring the stupid twat hostages. Ooooh if only he were still alive so that he could fucking kill him again! That shit head! It was supposed to be a simple fucking bank robbery! If only he'd listened. Alexander, Alex for short had specifically told the guy to follow his lead. But no, the fucking idiot had to start shooting! What a lot of wasted bullets. It was right when they were filling the duffle bags with money that the cops came in guns blazing. Alex sighed. He'd then beaten a hasty retreat after emptying his ammo. He'd managed to hit a few, with non-fatal shots. But his partner was aiming to kill and therefore had gotten killed right when he ran out of ammo. Luckily, Alex done these sort of runs before and hadn't been caught by any video cameras. Not to mention, he'd thought to pad himself to make himself bigger. It also served as perfect body armor in case he was shot at. The mask had helped too. Since he'd studied the layout of the building, he'd been able to make a quick escape before the cops could catch up. Once Alex finally rolled to a stop in a shadier part of the city, he stopped the car and got out. Well, he had already taken the car, might as well see what was inside it, see if there was anything worth selling. Of course so far there looked to be nothing, much to his ire. But when he got to the trunk, and popped it, he jumped a foot in the air and said HOLY FUCKING HELL! I STOLE A FUCKING PET?? After that, he just cursed up a streak. He wasn't all that keen on pets, to him, they were human beings, just genetically different or whatever. But he still didn't like them. Now to find out he had one in the trunk of the stolen car? Oh yes, he was definitely pissed. He would have to take the car back, risk exposure. See why he was cursing up a blue streak? Alex pulled the clown mask off of his face, then he removed the ninja like mask, shaking free his short and shaggy chocolate brown hair. Piercing blue eyes stared down at the pet in the trunk while he cursed everything to hell. His figure was still bulked up, not really matching with his slimmer, smaller head. Alex was barely five foot seven, and bulked out with the clothes, he looked huge, or at least like a dumb brawny guy, what with his smaller head. However, it was his eyes that gave him away. They were the type of eyes that didn't scream predator, but maybe something just as dangerous. He was more like a fox, cunning, smart, agile and slim. Not to mention attractive. Underneath all his bulked up clothing, he wasn't buff, but he was toned enough. The figure came with the job of being a criminal, and a good one at that. Alex was a convenience store worker by day and by night he was a thief or an assassin, depending on if he got job offers of course. However, his biggest concern was the pet. If he took the pet in, he'd have to dip into the savings and get a better place to explain why he had a pet, he'd have to quit his job too. Shit. This day was a string of bad luck, what with the failed bank robbery, the cops coming and now the pet. He was screwed. Not to mention he had no more bullets.