"You'll never catch me!" I call out as I leap over a pedestrian. The diamonds in my bag clank against each other as I jump, so I hold it closer to my chest. The woman I jumped over falls to the ground in shock, stopping the flow of people trying to get to work by six. I chuckle at the sight as I continue to run down the sidewalk, weaving through all the men and women. I hear the sirens getting louder, so I pick up speed. My mouth gets dry and I can feel myself getting a cramp in my side. I need to rest. Where? How? Now is not the time. All of a sudden a taxi cab stops right in front of me. A man is about to open the door, but quickly I swing it open and shut it in an instant. "Drive!" I yell. The man hesitates and glances behind me at the flashing lights.
As I'm getting settled in the back of the cab, I hear, "What’s in the bag?" He looks me up and down suspecting me.
I pull out a gun. "Drive," I repeat. A terrified expression sweeps across his face. He nods and faces forwards. "Step on it!" I scream, feeling the veins pop out of my neck. He does so, and the car accelerates to fifty miles per hour.
"Wh-where is your destination?" He asks, trembling.
"The freeway," I say, calming down.
"The 105? or..." He says, not finishing his sentence.
"The one that goes over the river, I don't know the name," I speak. "We'll lose 'em up there." I feel a smirk spread across my face as I open up my bag. Oh, sweet riches. The jewels twinkle like a thousand stars, each one like its own galaxy. I look up and see that we're just getting on the freeway. "So what's your name?" I inquire.
"Jose," The man replies, cautiously. I sprawl along the backseat, using my arm as a headrest. I look at my diamonds. I then look up at him.
"You sure are pale to have a name like Jose," I mention.
"It was my father's name, sir." He says, his voice cracking out of fear.
"Oh, no need to call me sir, I'm hardly worth it," I say, "Hey, if your father was named Jose, then wouldn't you be Jose Jr.?" He shakes his head no. "Hm. Hey, go faster, at least up to eighty." He nods his head yes and I can feel the car pick up speed.
There is a long silence between my new friend Jose and I. It was quiet enough to where I could hear his heavy breathing; even over the sirens. I run my hand through my jet black hair and gaze out the window. "Jose, do you know what I'm going to do with all these diamonds?" I ask.
"No," He answers.
"I'm going to give them all to charity," I say, my face beaming brightly. I wait a couple seconds, then I burst out laughing. "Like hell!" I exclaim, still laughing at my own humor. I sit up, facing Jose. "Seriously though, what I'm really going to do is buy myself a giant mansion and some new, not scuffed up clothes. I'm tired of living in the dumps, you know? I want to be somebody in this world."
"You're somebody alright," He mumbles, "You're a dirty thief." Once I hear this, I pull out my gun, and as fast as lightning I lean real close to him and hold it against his head.
"Did you know that I have a very strong sense of hearing?" I whisper to him. He shakes his head no as a tear rolls down his cheek.
"You do want to get out of this car alive, right?" I ask him.
"Of course, sir," Jose cries out, his voice cracking.
I grab his face, squeezing hard. For a second the taxi swerves. "I thought I made myself clear when I told you there is no need to call me sir?" I hear a helicopter overhead as I get out of my rage. My face loses its redness and I make out a smile. "Aha... my apologies. I didn’t mean to startle you." I pull back the gun and place it in my bag. I return back to my seat in the rear of the taxi and gawk at my beautiful jewels some more.
