Infinito has become the top group of illegal street racers with the guidance of mentor Erie Illyria Vosslen. Under the organization named Les Voleurs, the mafia's first money makers, they were bound to hasten on streets to keep the heist going.
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Matapos din ang gabing magkasama kami ni Axcel, bumalik na ako sa work. Ilang araw na ngang ako ang pumapalit kay Ryde dahil hanggang ngayon hindi pa rin siya bumabalik.
Lider has became in charge of planning out the execution for each team.
Everyday, all we have to do is to go to our target destination, enter the place, hold the people in hostage, rob, escape.
My job has never become a tiring cycle not until today. Suddenly, I felt sick of it.
I pulled down my shades as I raised my hand holding a fake designer bag. There is a frown in my face as I examined the material. There are a few not-so-visible creases only the authentic collectors would spot. So this is how a fake bag looks and feels like. That's what I've been thinking.
"You ready, Erie?" Kast asked.
"No, I'm not doing this." I dropped the bag. There is no way I'm going to let myself have an image of a counterfeiter. Having a fake bag, insisting that it was real to fraud people. No. Just no.
Kapag kasi sinabing counterfeit crime, nagmamay-ari ka ng isang pekeng bagay na illegal ang distribution para ibenta sa mas malaking market. I don't want that to happen to me. Ayaw kong maging gano'n ang image ko. For sure kasi makikilala ako ng mga employees sa store ngayong gabi at ayaw ko namang tumatak sa kanila na fake lang ang kaya kong i-afford.
Ironic because we're robbers, they would still think we couldn't afford anything because we rob.
"Hey, what do you mean?" He asked again.
Hindi ko na siya sinagot at lumabas na lang sa kotse.
Our job for today is to rob a designer store and Lider told me to pretend that I'm customer complaining that the bag I bought last week has defects or something... I don't know, okay?! Right after ko marinig na I'm going to bring a "fake" bag with me, hindi na ako nakinig. Allergic ako sa gano'n since I'm very maarte. Bakit hindi aarte? Minsan na akong nagkaroon ng rashes sa fake leathers.
Habang naglalakad ako, saktong may lumabas sa store at nakilala ko siya agad. That's the manager. Matagal na rin kasi namin minamataan ang lugar na 'to.
"Hi!" I greeted him with the sweetest smile I could wear. He looked at me and gave the same smile back. Wow, he looks like near my age lang. Siguro mga four or five years older.
"I was wondering if I'm on the right way?" I opened my map app and asked for some address I don't even have plans to go to. I brushed my hair, slowly, intentionally brushing my fingers down my exposed neck. I saw him glanced.
"Yeah, you're on the right way." He answered. Now he just glanced at me up and down. "And you asked the right person too." I smirked at myself. What an easy target.
