Sky Diving Naked: A Murder of Crows
Sky Diving Naked is the story of six hapless thieves who decide to steal from the main stash-house that they were tasked to protect. They tell themselves it will all work out in the end, they just want to smoke a little, sell a little, and smoke a little more.
These six partners in crime, The Crows realize their mistake far too late to turn back, and one by one they will pay a heavy price for not sticking to that tried, and true maxim of, Never get high, Off your own supply
These Crows will get to fly much farther, and higher than they could ever have imagined. Our less than fine thieves, manage to set off a series of events that will turn the sand dunes, of Central Australia a crimson red...
Constable Shelley Wolfe drove up and down the streets of Alice Springs looking for a car that may be sporting new set of red wheels, or some new flash hud caps. Shelley just about ricked her neck doing a double take when she saw Michael Castillo leaning against his severely lowered white Ford Falcon sedan, with what appeared to be Walter Mann's car's wheels on it, hub caps and all. The rear wheels were barely visible due to the full spats Castillo had added to give it that hood look. The rear of the vehicle was set just inches up off the ground.
Shelley parked her police utility and walked over to Michael leaning against his car, spinning his car keys around on the end of one of his fingers. He saw Shelley heading his way. The girl he went to school with in her police uniform.
"Hey, Shelley, looking good or what? That uniform really suits you. Makes your tits look good an all." Michael said, thinking they were still in second year high. Shelley put out her hand for the car keys and Michael thinking she wanted to shake hands extended his. Shelley grabbed his arm and flipped him around pushing his face down on to the bonnet. She then twisted his arm up behind his back, taking the car keys from him.
"What the @#$%, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. You look really good in that uniform, for real," Michael Castillo said. "enough already."
Shelley let go and Michael turned to face her shaking his arm out. Shelley held onto the keys looking at Michael's car and kicked the front tyre.
"What the @#$%, I just spent all morning polishing them, with boot polish and sand shoe cleaner." Michael protested, spitting on his fingers. Wiped the smudge of the tyre.
"Where'd you get the wheels from?" Shelley asked. " And I don't mean your car."
"Huh?" Michael asked.
"These new wheels, where'd you get them?" Shelley persisted.
"From Bruno Mandelli, what the @#$%?" Michael asked still holding his sore arm by the elbow.
"Got a receipt." Shelley asked, looking Michael in the eye.
"No, its cash a long em fingers stuff. I don't think Bruno's ever written a receipt in his life." Michael complained.
"Well, they're stolen." Shelley informed Michael.
"Say what?" Michael asked.
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