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Prompted by a discussion in MFU Canteen, just how do you learn to pick a pocket or two? My thanks to sparky955 for her beta. Link takes you to AO3
Then came the knock on the door. I like to nearly jump out of my skin. I dragged a blanket over the wallet and adjusted my clothes slightly.
“You don’t know me, Mr. Wallace, but you should.”
Who knows why I opened the door. Normally, I’d have just gone out a window or something, but for whatever the reason, I cracked open the door. The little old guy was standing there, a smirk half hiding in his mustache.
“There’s no Wallace here,” I said, trying to close the door, but he was faster and strong for a man his age.
“Don’t teach your grandmother how to suck eggs, Mr. Wallace. I’ve had my eye on you for quite some time and I think you are just exactly what we need.”
Yeah, okay, so what did I know? I listened and the more he talked, the more hooked I got. A regular job, with the benefits and a steady paycheck. Attractive, especially since he said he’d turn me over to the cops if I refused. Yeah, like I said, what a deal. That’s how I ended up working for UNCLE.