“Ladies, find another hustle,” Robin said and the two women ran off screaming. Frank threw his hands up, sobbing like a little boy.
“Woah! Woah man! Wait a second! I... I thought they were single, man! No need to get all Clockwork,” Frank whispered as Robin stepped closer.
“Frank Tony Marshall, you sell drugs to the homeless, right?” Robin asked and Frank sobbed.
“Look man it was just a few kids! I know it was bad! Please don’t kill me man!” Frank pleaded and Robin shook his head.
“Oh no. I’m not going to kill You Frank. You are going to help me. I want eight million credits. This is your payment. You are going to pay me for your life. You are going to show me why you deserve to live by giving something back to the world whose soul you continue to strangle. If you refuse to pay... I’m going to shoot an arrow into a part of you that I promise you will miss. But you’ll pay, won’t you? Yeah... I think you’ll pay. You wanna know how I know, Frank? Because you are scum. You sell drugs to homeless children. They turn to you out of desperation and you sell them the nails for their coffins. Tonight, you are going to sell me your rotten life. You’ll pay, Frank. You’ll pay because you’re scared. You’ll pay because you know I’m right," Robin said, pulling back on his bow ready to fire a green laser arrow.
Frank led Robin across the street to an ATM and entered his code, pulling out a huge pile of clear plastic notes. He passed the credits to Robin and raised his hands again as Robin placed the notes into a satchel.
“You won’t tell anyone what I did, right?” Frank asked and Robin shook his head.
“But you are going to tell everyone that you were robbed by Robin Hood. Turn around!” Robin demanded and Frank faced the wall.
“Please man! I did what you asked! I gave it to you man! Can I please just go? Please?” Frank pleaded, turning his head to face Robin again, but he was gone. He sighed, lowering his hands and quickly began to walk back to his car. The problem was, his car was gone.
“Oh you’ve gotta be shitting me, man!” he exclaimed, looking around but seeing no one.
*****
High above Frank’s head, Robin piloted the car through the sky full of traffic, shooting past towering skyscrapers and turning in and out of speeding traffic. The car could definately fly! The colour was perfect as well. Yeah. I just might keep it, He thought to himself, speeding through the night sky flying over the streets that twisted and turned miles below. Robin had flown ships through space, nothing bulky just small fighters – but this was a new experience. Luckily he was a good enough pilot that flying a car like this was a walk in the park.
Robin flew towards the centre of the city towards Nottingham castle at the very central point. He couldn’t get too close as the mechanical cop bastards constantly flew patrols, but for a few moments he glared down at the towering central structure of steel and glass. He had to admit, it was truly a sight – The central tower climbing high into the sky, the utmost highest point in the sprawling metropolis. Robin veered around, flying out of the city and towards the surrounding forests of The planet.
The emerald car glided over the trees and mountains, setting down in the middle of a dense woodland where a few wooden and metal structures were being erected high in the trees. This would be his new base of operations.
John Little had hired several homeless men to help construct a massive village high in the trees, a base of operations for Robin and his band of rebels. Robin landed the emerald car, stepping out into the tall grass. John Little approached him, shaking his hand.
“Nice ride," John said and Robin nodded, throwing back his hood and pulling off his mask.
“Arm it for me. Arrows, cannons... I want this thing to be weaponised!” Robin said, striding over to a ladder and climbing up into the trees. John climbed up after him, the two of them reaching a platform with a roof made of wooden sheets and iron.
“I suppose you want the plates changed too," John said and Robin splashed his unshaven face with water from a nearby barrel.
“I want it weaponised John. Take all the credits you need and give that thing as much torque and armament as you can. If I’m going to use it, it needs to be as fast and sharp as I am," Robin went on, tossing the satchel of credits at John’s feet.
John looked in the satchel, covering his mouth and laughing.
“Bloody hell! There’s enough credits here to live like kings for lifetimes over!” John said and Robin nodded.
“Or give a handful of poor people the lives they never dreamed possible. This is it, John. This is where we start. Those credits are blood. That’s blood money. Blood we can give back to those who have been bled dry. The days of the streets being run by corrupt bureaucrats are over. The people of Sherwood deserve more. They earned more. They have suffered the ruling of a cowardly king for long enough! I will get them all off the streets and I will give their planet back to them! Then, I will throw them their king and they can deal with him how they see fit,” Robin said. John threw his arms around Robin, tears in his eyes. Robin laughed.
“God bless you Robin Hood! I’ll follow you anywhere!” John insisted.
“Get to work
