That summer night at Berlin was just as any other, calm, warm and pleasant...for most. Unlike ordinary citizens, two brothers were on their infamous work, or fun if seen from their perspective. Two con artists, robbers, or simply hedonists exploiting all the sins the world provided had just ripped off another bank and were on their way to the airport, eager to book a flight to Vegas to gamble it all away. One brother, even on this occassion dressed classy, in a tidy shirt, a dark-olive vest over it and a hat to go along, was walking casually, two suitcases in his hands, the prey they lifted. The other was pacing a few steps behind him, constantly flinching and dropping glances searching for passer-bys he could target for his favoutite game - pickpocketing. And while Dieter, the sophisticated blue-eyed one, just passed by the person he didnt even bother to take a look at, Ulrichs face, framed with dirty blonde locks, instantly got occupied by a wide, mischievous smile. The grey-eyed twin took one hand out of the pocket of his olive coat subtly, already concentrated and prepared. Suddenly, his brother stopped dead in his tracks, almost as if he read the others mind. Shit! An agitated expression replaced the satisfied one, and by the time he managed to turn, Ulrich was already brushing against the unfamiliar males shoulder accidentaly, his quick fingers reaching into the foreign pocket.
Posted on: Sat, 22 Mar 2014 22:41:36 +0000
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