Cockpit I

The morning came and I was now walking barefooted towards an alleyway.

10 minutes ago, I found the perfect target for mugging. He was a middle aged man sporting a business suit.

He's attire was so out of place that nobody could blame me if I were to rob and strip him clean of all his belongings.

After all, this place is very poor, and that includes the people living in it as well as me.

'This is for my survival, its your luck for being my victim that will kickstart my future'

I was approaching him real steady along the silent alley when suddenly

"Lookin' sharp there mister"

3 thieves appeared from a backdoor and encircled the man. This situation did not sit fair with me but, I'll make do with it.

"What do you all want? I got no cash with me right now!"

"Just hand over your suitcase and your watch, its a branded one ain't it!?"

One of the thieves commanded after pointing a knife at the man.

I reacted immediately and rushed towards the thief in the middle.

"What the f- uwah!"

I kicked him sqaure in the face before he could finish his words, then I caught the knife that he let go off mid-air and reverse gripped it before stabbing it in the leg of the other thief.

"Who the hell are you!? Screw this! I'm outta here!"

The last thief was a goodboy. He fled the scene as soon as things went haywire.

I breathed in a lungful of air and shouted

"Give me all your money and scram!"

The thieves tossed their wallets albeit the other one was even shaking as he did so.

"I'll remember your face pretty boy!"

One of the thief shouted as he supported his friend with a knife in his leg and ran away.

"Thank you mate! You helped me big time" The suited man said.

"The hell kind of nonsense are you spouting? Give me all yer money already"

"What?.... Pardon me?"

I sighed and punched him in his nose and choked him as I whispered

"Money. Now."

The bastard was both an idiot for being an easy target as well as a hell of a liar. He had his wallet hidden in his underwear.

"You little shit, just take out the money and keep your wallet. I don't want the stink of your cock to stick in me"

Said me, who was wearing laundry clothes.

"Sorry, sorry, please don't hurt me! Here."

Before I let him go, I glanced at his shoes and told him "give me that too"

"M-m-my shoes?"

"Yeah, the socks too"

I showed my fist to his face again which made him nod hysterically and proceeded to take off his black office shoes.

"Now scram. And don't show your face 'round here again!"

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"4 wallets and only 52 dollars. Never mind, I could live with that"

After that little hustle, I walked down the street some more and bumped into countless passers by.

Of course it has a reason. Because after 4 more hours of walking and bumping, I now have a total of 210 dollars from various wallets from the ones I bumped into.

'Sticky fingers, bitches.'

When I found my last target for the day and was approaching him, my instincts told me to back away from him immediately. But I got curious because he looked just like a normal mid-twenties guy wearing a winter jacket.

My curiosity was boosted when I stalked the man some more and saw him nodding at another man who was standing outside of what seemed to be a factory.

When the man I was stalking was near the doors of the factory, the man standing outside opened the door for him and gestured with his head to come inside.

I took a moment to sit behind a dumpster and focused myself.

One of the perks of being a labrat for those damned bio geneticists of the NOVUS is that, they can enhance all sensory perceptive of their subjects.

But all good shit comes with a price, and the price to pay for that was the risk of being retarded in the case of a failed procedure.

The more procedures you undergo for each sensory organ, the higher the risk.

As for me..... I underwent approximately 56 procedures and by the time I was about to go for the 57th, I crippled all the geneticists that were suppose to work on me. That is my way of telling them that I don't want to undergo another procedure with risks that are higher than a stoner on a Sunday evening.

Back to the situation at hand. I focused myself and started using my enhanced hearing abilities.

Then and there, I heard screams of excitement from inside the factory as well as grunts and war cries.

I smiled from ear to ear as I already have a gist of what's going on inside.

'Gladiatorial cockpit.'

The situation could not be more perfect for me.