The rumble of the bike was deafening for a second before it receded into a low hum. A few heads turned however most of the bystanders simply carried on with their lives. Brixton was a rough end of London and had seen its fair share of troubles and fights. So when Jack had erupted from one of the terrace's windows in a shower of glass a few heads turned but most just tried to walk away. A quick fight with one of the large men, who had jumped out after him, ended up with a knife in the man's gut and Jack making off with a gym bag filled with money. The job was supposed to be quiet and undetected however he had arrived late and the money was in someone elses hands. Better this way than no way at all though, in Jack's opinion. Weaving in and out of the London traffic, Jack was grateful for the slim frame of the bike compared to the monstrous widths of the cars. It saved so much time and cost a lot less in petrol. Plus, no congestion charge. Smiling as he pulled up to some traffic lights Jack made sure his helmet was strapped on tightly and then leant on his handlebars. He had one quick stop before he could head home. The bins in Chinatown. Peeling off to the right as the lights turned green Jack could already smell the aromas of the east filling his nose.

Pulling into a small alley way he lifted the gym bag up and over his head before depositing it into the open, green, wheelie bin that had been left out for him. Using his legs he then rolled the bike back onto the street and revved up before pulling away. A good days work and he would get the fruits of his labour tomorrow at the club meeting. Until then it was time for dinner. Taking a slow ride home Jack enjoyed the sights and smells of London. Always had done. Arriving back at his block of flats he was greeted by the doorman, Derrick, a tough old groat who had come up in a different gang to Jack. Though Derrick had left all of that to be with his family and sported a lovely wife and two great kids. Ad Derrick was also one of the friendliest guys Jack had ever met, you never would have pegged him as a murderer.

Climbing the three flights of stairs Jack arrived at his door and went about his routine. Pulling a tub of left over chow-mein out of the fridge he went to town on it whilst watching the crap on TV. Before going to bed Jack made sure to check in on his new bike parts. Bought off a retiring member of the club they had been cleaned and refurbed and looked spectacular pieces of chrome, ready for his bike as well. Finally after a long day, Jack lay his head to rest.

Grace groaned as she rolled off of her mattress onto the floor. Her hair stuck to her face where she had drooled in her sleep. She generally slept through the day. She didn't like people and she found it much quieter and easier to steal on a weekday at night. She rubbed her eyes as she yawned. Frowning she looked around herself. She had momentarily forgotten where she was. She got drunk out of her tiny mind last night as well as doing a few lines. She has a bit of a headache this evening to say the least.

She felt around herself for a bottle of pills. Paracetamol. 500mg, the strong stuff. She took two with a swig of whiskey. She didnt have running water as she was living in an abandoned building... a hovel really. She had to break into peoples houses just to shower every other day. She stretched and stood up. She grabbed her denim short shorts and her black tank top. She threw on her baggy hoodie and backpack. Slipped on her shoes and climbed out of her partially boarded up door.

She walked down the streets of her wonderful neighbourhood. She smiled and waved at her crack head neighbours and they politely smiled back and waved back. She went for a wander. To no particular place. Just to try and find some nice places to get a few quid from. She pulled out a packet of cigarettes and popped one into her mouth and just as she was about to light it she stopped. A rather fancy looking bike caught her eye. Her eyes lit up like a magpie. She wasnt good on vehicles but she knew expensive when she saw it.

She wandered over to the bike and did a full 360 on it. it was so shiny an beautiful. She had to know who the owner was. He had to have some money. She looked around and saw a door man. She smiled and wandered over to him. "Hey, sir" she started politely. "You know who owns that bike?" She asked, she looked and sounded like an angel.

The door man smiled at her and nodded "Yeah, as a matter of fact I do, he just went up to his apartment about an hour ago."

She grinned "Awesome, could you maybe tell me the apartment number so I could go and ask about some of the parts he has on that beast?" She asked gesturing over to the beautiful set of wheels. The doorman obliged to the lady and reeled off the number. She smiled and gave him a cute bow as she made her way inside.

She made her way up stairs and more stairs... she wasn't a fan of stairs. Once at the floor she needed she began making her way down the hall. There it was, at the end of the corridor. Smiling she made her way over and knocked on the door. If there was no answer she would use her wonderful set of picks. If he answered she would charm him into letting her in. Either way worked for her.

Jack was just starting to drift into an incredibly warm dream when there was a knock at the door. Startled by the sharp sound he almost fell out of bed and scrambled around in the sheets like a turtle on it's back. Clawring the sleep from his tired eyes Jack got up and stretched.his named frame shuddered and stretched, before leabing over and hrabbing a spare tee and a pair of loose fitting lounge trousers. The short journey to the front door seemed like an epic and Jack managed to stumble on every piece of furniture and some rubbish on the floor. Arriving at the door he peeked into the little hole in his door and the glass equipment revealed a hooded female staring back. Jack didn't recongise her.

Waking up properly now he turned and walked back to his room. Grabbing his piece he checked that a round was present in thw chamber before walking back too the door. Pressing the gun up against the door, so it was out of sight, Jack opened up the door as far as the chain on it would allow. One could never be too careful in his business. Poking his eye around the crack in the door he gave the girl a once over. A lot more petite looking than she had been in the little glass look see, Jack admitted she might have been fairly attractove however that didnt take away from the fact she was a stranger.

"What d'you want love?" His gruff voice cracked slightly from his parched throat and Jack kept the gun trained on the girl through the door.

Grace raised a brow as she looked this man... well the bits she could see through the crack of the door anyway. "Hey" She said putting on her sweet smile. "I was wondering if you could talk to me about your bike outside? I'm not a big biker but I just saw it and... It just spoke to me." She said laughing at the last parts. Of course she meant metaphorically. "She is beautiful." She added as she smiled up at the man. "If its an inconvenient time I could come back some other time or day?" She said hoping that it would be inconvenient and he would tell her a time he would be in and she could work out when he wont be in his flat.

She blinked up at him, smiling kindly, awaiting a response from the sleepy half a face she could see.

Jack couldn't believe it. This stranger turns up in the middle of the night to oogle at his bike!? Some people clearly had no sense of time or privacy. Sighing he shook his head, inwardly thinking he should have put his bike away, but outwardly saying something different.

"No, just piss off would you. I don't even know what time it is and I don't want to tell you anything about the bike except that she isn't for sale." Jack had had offers before. "So hows about you turn around and scamper away because I want to go back to bed." And with that Jack slammed the door shut. The girls presence immediately put him into a bad mood and, scratching at his eyes, he begun to tread back slowly to the embrace of his sheets. Stripping down as he went the two items of clothing marked out his trail to bed and before long Jack was once again planted in the warm embrace of his dreams. The random girl was already drifting from his mind. Tomorrow he might see if he could get a name from Derrick however Jack doubted he would. Instead he decided he would use his day off and the money from todays job to treat himself to a pie at the football and some time spent working on installing the new parts.

"Rude...." She grunted as she had a door slammed in her face. 'Well now im definitely robbing this fucker' She thought to herself as she made her way out of the building and smiled at the door man. She was going on stake out. She found a place not too far away. Gave her a good view of the door and the door man but he couldnt see her. He was sure to leave as it was getting to early hours of the morning. He cant stand there 24/7. She lit up a cig and got herself comfortable. She was going to be waiting a while. Usually shed just come back later, however he was rude to her. She was not going to let that go. She was going to have a party in there.