"Sure, whatever." The man says, tossing a singular chip towards Breach's way. "A singular chip huh?" Ross says, slapping Breach on the back before heading back to his tent. Without bothering to pick up the chip, now crushed to pieces when it hit the concrete floor, Breach heads on towards Ross.
"I haven't eaten in a few days man." Breach, says, searching through is grocery bag he has laying next to his designated sleeping spot.
"Here." Ross says, handing Breach a clean twenty bucks.
"You sure?" Breach asks, gently placing the twenty bucks in his left pocket, looking at Ross.
"A dude gave me like, a hundred bucks yesterday, so it's alright. You're my bud."
Leaving the alleyway, Breach headed to the closest convenience store nearby. across the way he spotted a place named "Quick Stop."
Swinging the door open, Breach could see a woman at the register, and a man dressed in a white coat and black sweats in the chip aisle. Probably get something for Ross too.
As Ross began searching through the various chips, the man in the isle with him started checking out. Its much too quiet.
Peering over the corner of the aisle, Breach could see the man checking out his food, but just barely from his angle, Breach could see the barrel of a gun laid out on the register's counter-top. At the same time, the woman is speeding up, but clearly ignoring the food laid out on the counter-top, instead, she's pulling wads of cash out from the registers compartment.
After multiple minutes of Breach attempting to convince himself to take some action, the man finally walks out of the store with a bag in hand, leaving the food he pretended to ring up on the counter.
"Are you alright ma'am?" Breach asks, finally turning the corner, Two bags in hand.
"Y-yes, I'm fine. I'm glad someone witnessed that." She said, still shaking, dialing 911 on her phone. "Would you mind staying here to be a witness?"
At that moment, Breach looked himself up and down. He was a Moroccan man of North African descent, in disheveled clothing, with ripped pants at the knees, and majorly worn shoes. Most importantly however, Breach was illegal. He had come from Morocco to Houston a decade ago after his own family had legal problems as a stowaway on a shipment.
"I-I'm sorry." Breach says, running out of the store after leaving his chips by the register.
"I'm back!" Breach shouts to Ross, who is slowly packing up both of their tents, leaving their sleeping bags laid out on the floor. "That time again?" Breach asks, rushing over to help out.
"We ain't even allowed to set up tents here anyways, you know the deal. We are lucky cops didn't bust our asses already." Just as Breach was, Ross was also illegal, however, Ross came from Canada just two years ago, for similarly legal issues.
"Where's the food?" Ross asks. "Don't see anything in your hands."
"There was a robbery at the shop I was at, and the lady asked for me to be a witness. You know I couldn't do that." Breach says as he begins to dig through the trashcan nearby for any food he could have. "I haven't eaten in days."
"Digging in the trash again?" Ross says, tapping across Breach's shoulder. "Just.. Don't toss the trash everywhere, we gotta share this space."
As the two bicker on about their shared alleyway, footsteps from across the way increase in speed before sounds of a full on sprint begin to arise.
Before either of the two can panic, a man in a cleaned suit turns the corner, holding a sandwich in one hand and a pizza box in the other. "Oh, it's you!" Ross shouts from across the alleyway, waving, as the man smiles back.
"Who's this?" Breach asks, however, before Ross can answer, the man is already directly in front of Breach. "This is the guy that gave me a hundred!" Ross says. As he stands, he places a sandwich in Breach's outstretched hand.
"The name's Shush. Shu if you're feeling brave."
"Shush? You're messing with me right?" Breach says with an eyebrow raised, slowly unwrapping the sandwich Shu handed him.
"Call it an alias, but that's what you can call me." Shu says before gently placing the pizza box in-between them both.
"What the hell is a dude in a suit doing in an alleyway like this?"
"Your friend seems kinda clueless." Shu says to Ross. "I'm here giving out food to people." Shu says, showing his clearly full backpack, presumably of food.
"Ain't that illegal?" Breach says sloppily while chewing on food.
"It's illegal in the same way that camping out in an alleyway for days is illegal." Shu says, pulling out a new sandwich that he begins to unwrap and eat for himself. "Everybody worries about the direct laws in place until it benefits them to ignore it." He says, placing the sandwich in his mouth.
Looking closer through the darkness of the night, Breach could see Shu was a taller gentleman in a well worn suit with dark brown hair and a neatly kept beard, with a gentle face.
"You always wear that suit?" Breach asks, pointing at the suit cuffs.
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"Then why you wearing it here? You're just giving people food." Breach says, grabbing his first slice out of the pizza box laid out on the floor.
"This, just as much as my normal job, is work to me. That's why." Shu says, as he slowly begins to step away from the two of them.
"I'll see ya'll later, I got stuff to go do!" Shu shouts, waving his hand goodbye. "Make sure to pack up and move!"
"What'd you think of 'em?" Ross says, grabbing his third slice.
"He's interesting." Breach says. "Shush is definitely a name."
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