“f**k, man,” Brayker said. “I ain’t gonna get threatened like that by an eight-year-old prick.”
Dolph thumped his friend on the shoulder and kept an eye out for the truck. “Leave it. You’ll just make s**t worse, man.”
“Attention. Sears Road, Chrome Valley East. Be advised. Do not delay in retrieving your daily allowance. Thank you for your cooperation.”
“Okay, man,” Dolph said. “Here we go.”
The C-18 behemoth rolled past Dolph and Brayker as they poised, ready to catch their package.
Shoot — Whump.
The plastic box bulleted into Brayker’s arms. “f**k, this is heavy.”
“Expertly caught, my friend,” Dolph chuckled.
The C-18 rolled out of view, to reveal a missing package in front of the house opposite.
And a bereft neighbor to the right, and left.
The hooded youngsters cackled and la
