Snippet #1719952

Gil's Makeshift Tent
10:00 AM

Gil stumbled out of his tent and into the alley he called his home. The air smelled sweetly sour indicating the fresh garbage fermenting somewhere around him. The teen looked up to the sky. Although the sun had risen, the light in the alley was scarce due to most of it being blocked out by the tall buildings that created the alley. Gil yawned and set to his mourning stretches. He ignored his growling stomach through his exorcises seeing as stealing food and then getting caught because he pulled something would be a pointless wast of energy. That and the brown haired teen would rather not have a criminal record before he was eighteen.

The seventeen year old walked with his hands in his pockets and his green eyes scanning the crowd that gathered in a open area market. Most of the vendors were tinkerers selling odd looking gadgets. Gil prided himself on having nabbed something in the past from a shady man that had probably had stolen the head-piece himself. Currently, the theft was wearing the stolen equipment. The green, pixel, holographic screen was projected over his left eye. A map of the city was displayed with red dots marking were police were. Cops wore headsets that transmitted a wireless signal and the gadget Gil wore tapped into that signal. After wondering around the market for about five minutes, he scouted out a food stand with only one cop within thirty feet of it.

Gil casually walked to the stand, past the front and pretended to trip and fall in front of the stand. He used the counter to catch himself and in the act, pushed off one of the shish kabobs. The teen discreetly grabbed the kabob with the hand on the ground and turned his arm so the food was hidden from view. The owners of the stand jumped and asked if the young man was okay. He brushed them off with a smile and went on his way. Gil turned a corner before he started eating his food with a satisfied smirk.