The men stared at the transfer notification on their phones, their eyes gleaming greedily as they counted the digits. One, two, three, four—exactly four zeros.
They had ten thousand dollars in hand already? Ten grand was more than enough to fund a wild spending spree.
These days, even college-educated office workers barely pulled in a few grand a month, while construction workers broke their backs for a fraction of that.
When it came down to it, the underground hustle was where the real money was at.
With cold, hard cash in their pockets, the thugs were riding a sudden wave of adrenaline.
"Nobody scores a gig like Rex!"
They were getting paid before even lifting a finger.
With this kind of money, the crew completely forgot about their fear of ending up behind bars.
"What did you say earlier? Every bike we wreck gets us an extra two thousand?"
"And once the job's done, there's another ten grand for each of us?"
"Exactly. Even if we get busted, we just do a few days in the slammer. The money stays in our accounts. If we have to pay a thousand in damages per bike, we still pocket a thousand in pure profit."
"Right, right. If we don't get caught, we make a fortune. If we do, we still come out ahead—we just endure a few days of hell."
Having reached a unanimous agreement, they sprang into action.
They started hunting for the bikes, paid the deposits, unlocked them, and rode them to a desolate spot. Then, they headed back out to find more, hoarding a massive stockpile before making their move.
Every extra bike they smashed meant another two thousand dollars. Where else could they find a gig this lucrative?
Just as they were bringing in the third batch, they spotted a middle-aged man unlocking one of their hoarded bikes, getting ready to ride off.
"Drop it!"
Damn it, they had busted their asses hauling that thing over here, and this guy thought he could just take it?
"Why should I? It's a bike-share program. Anyone who pays the deposit can ride it."
"We rode this one over. You don't get to touch it."
"Why? Why are you guys stockpiling so many bikes and keeping them from the public?"
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