Chapter 8. Riding

12 p.m. Bliss Hotel

Inside wide and luxurious chairs sat Officer Thomas and his gang as they went through a large drawing that was placed on the table in their midst.

On the large paper was a drawing of a fuel station known as Arc Oil N’ Gas.

Arc Oil N’ Gas was a newly built fuel station at built at the end of New York City.

Robin, a retired police officer, owned it. He had it built after retiring from the force due to pressure.

“Pick up a frustrated criminal and have him set the fire. It’s better he lives no more for our own good than waste in jail tsk tsk! Why aren’t you saying anything? Or you don’t think I am making sense?” Thomas asked.

The men around him froze.

“I think you’re right, but wouldn’t this be going too far? What if we get caught in action?” One of the men asked, about to shiver.

“You think we would get caught?” Thomas asked with a smirk on his face. Standing up from his chair, he strode towards Sam, went closer to his