Stealing wasn't something Crix imagined himself ever really doing but he didn't really class it as stealing when it was stealing stolen goods back from criminals and getting it back to their rightful owner. Sure, the rightful owner had bought the goods at a fraction of their value from desperate people selling to a glorified pawnbroker but that was still more legal than just boosting his stuff.
And the hovertruck it had been transported in too.
Standing beside the swoop bike that he had managed to fix up specifically for this little job (he had to give it back to the pawnbroker after they got his goods back too which sucked), Crix eyed the traffic going past below. People talked about the swoop bike gang that had stolen from their contact and their route was kind of known even if their hideout wasn't, which meant they would need to spot them, follow them and get the truck back from their hideout.
"All goes well they'll never even see us coming Yo-Cho." he reassured himself in the guise of reassuring his friend, "I'll track em and you fly us there."
They wanted the bike back in one piece after all and his riding wasn't great - even he could admit that. He sighed as he settled in with a small scanner as he waited for the recognized gang members to fly past on their 'patrol route'. As he squatted he decided he should probably speak up.
"We gonna have to play it smart to not get into a fight but... can you handle a fight, Cho?"
@Darasuum