You know, I really wished I could catch a break in this godforsaken town. I look at the wallet in my hand with disdain. Only two dollars, this will barely last me a week, what horse shit. I throw the wallet into the trash, not even daring to mess with the credit cards. That's how they caught kids like me. Tracking us down with that tempting shiny, plastic. I've lost many street buddies due to them getting too greedy. Kids like us, couldn't afford to be greedy.

I make my way down the empty, trash cluttered street, making my way to the more prosperous part of town. Knowing, I'll be able to score better down there. It's just a little riskier is all. I was the best thief on these streets though, so I wasn't particularly worried. I make my way towards the upscale mall, it will be easier to get lost in the crowd. If something goes wrong that is, I never mess up. Unlike these other dirty street rats, I had class.

I try to blend in with the crowd, which isn't too hard. No one pays any attention to a nobody like me anyways. I spot an annoying girl on her phone, and if I was attracted to girls, I might find her cute. Instead, I want to smack her in the mouth for talking so loudly and obnoxiously. Like Jesus, couldn't she at least go somewhere in private? Then again, I could just be salty because I was to broke to ever have a phone. Still, I'm pretty sure these rich assholes found it annoying too. The only good thing about her being on her phone is that she's distracted. Her purse being ignored and filled with her daddies money. Such an easy target, poor girl won't know what hit her.

I smirk walking beside her, and I fake a yawn. I slip my fingers in her purse nimbly and pull her wallet in a fast motion. Looking around, no one even notices as I slide the expensive wallet into my jacket. The girl didn't even see me, too busy complaining about her dad not buying her a new car. I wish I had a dad who cared about me, ungrateful shit doesn't know how lucky she is. I walk away keeping my pace slow, so I don't draw any attention to myself. I make my way out of the mall, feeling very uneasy. As if I'm being watched, which is absurd. I know no one saw me take that spoiled brats wallet. Someone would have said something. Trust me, I've seen enough kids get caught, and every time it happens someone always shouts after them. People just love to be dramatic and nosy. Instead of pulling the kid aside, demanding for the wallet and helping them. They decide that they should instead put us in for a life of jail. Most street rats can't improve their situation, I certainly can't help it.

Speeding up my pace some, I burst out of the mall doors. Suddenly paranoid, that there was an undercover cop watching me. That wouldn't make any sense though, why would police watch a simple thief like me? He or she could have easily stopped me in the mall. I dash down the steps, almost running into a businessman. Who growls at me under his breath, as I mutter an apology. I make my way back towards my street, feeling more relieved the closer I get. Once I get back to my territory, I'll be safe. No one likes to go to my street, for fear of the gangs surrounding the area. The gangs are honestly pretty weak, but when people hear the word gang, they shit their pants.

When I get back to my graffiti and trash covered shit hole, I release a breath I didn't know I had been holding. I make my way back to my little corner of this shit hole. Trying to keep the wallet as concealed as possible. Knowing that kids will beg for money or try to fight me for it. I'll just give in to the kids that ask, that's my weak spot. Starving kids such as myself. The other option, won't end too well for the kid and I could put them in the hospital. I mean it's happened before, to a particular little ass hole, named Jimmy. Poor Jimmy still had a limp or at least he did when I saw them drag him back to his foster family. Most kids didn't fuck with me after that.

I go inside the abandoned building, I claimed last winter. It's not the best building on the street, with its broken windows and barely on the hinges door. It's got the job done though, at least I have a roof over my head. Most kids sleep in boxes, and when winter comes, they freeze to death. I pull out the wallet when I know for sure that no kids followed me. I count the bills hungrily, she only had twenty bucks on her. The rest, probably on this shiny card that I'm going to trash later. Still, this should get me through the next few months. I haven't scored a twenty in weeks, to me, a twenty is like what a hundred bucks is to others.

Hearing my stomach growl loudly, I go to my fire pit. I get my low on fuel lighter out and set the pit aflame. Grabbing an already opened can of beans and put the can in a pan. I cook the rest of the beans over the heat. Sitting down, I dig my fingers into the can greedily. Slurping down the remaining beans, knowing I'll have to go buy more food tomorrow. I drag out my dirty, stained mattress. Not even noticing the weird smell anymore, as I lay down on top of it. It takes me a while to drift off but when I do the nightmares of my past come.

I wake up when I hear a loud thud in the building. I groan, rubbing my eyes as I look around. Still half asleep, I try to get up. Before I can though, I feel something on my mouth. Trying to shout but not being able to due to the rag on my mouth. I feel myself drift off into blackness.

When I wake up again, I find myself tied to a chair. I try to wiggle out of the restraints, but it's not use. Whoever tied me up, knows their knots. I look around the room, but there's nothing else in here besides a table. I already know this isn't the cops, they would of just put handcuffs on me. No, this was something else. After a while, someone finally comes in. It's a boy, a cute one at that. He has thick black hair and cold blue eyes. He eyes me with distrust, which is funny considering I'm the one tied to a fucking chair.

" Where am I?" I ask my voice hoarse.

" Well little thief, you're at Delinquent academy." He smirks coldly at me.

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Authors note: I just felt really inspired recently and I wanted to do something involving spies. I'm really excited for this book though. After I finish The Son of a Preacher, I will be starting on this and the sequel to Son on a Preacher. I just couldn't help but post the prologue to this book though xD. I love Axel already, he's very sassy.