They worked the crowded street cars and narrow sidewalks, wherever there were lots of people jostling and pushing, and in an awful hurry to get to wherever they had to get.
Owl would flag the mark, and Raccoon would perform the bump.
They worked fast, and clean. But most of all safe. They picked the rubes in the city for the first time, the men too busy staring at their date’s ample chests, those wobbling due to too many after-office drinks.
Twenty minutes later, they were sitting down in a darkened restaurant booth, waiting for their steaks and mashed potatoes.
3/3 Owl & Raccoon