Thinking about that one story where some thieves stole computers from a crisis center, and returned them after realizing where they’d stolen from, and thinking about the FAHC. Like one night a few of them are out, and maybe fucking wasted, and they don’t NEED to steal anything but if they don’t routinely break the law they start getting antsy. So they pick a building at random, just for fun, and steal a bunch of shit from it. The next day they see on the news, or see the things they stole, and realize fuck, they’d stolen from a nonprofit they’d have never touched if they’d known.
The next day the workers of the nonprofit go in and find everything that was stolen is back, along with like 30,000 dollars, and a note saying they’re sorry and that they didn’t know, and if anyone ever needs help that the police refuse to give to give them a call, and they’d be more than happy to sort it out for them.
And sometimes the nonprofit takes them up on that.
I was also thinking that sometimes, people who are desperate might go into a certain bar at a certain time. And they’d buy themselves a drink, and muse just a little too loudly about their friend, and how their friend’s husband abuses her but she can’t leave safely, or about how the cops won’t do anything about the professor preying on students for extra credit, or or or. And then they leave and go home and hope.
And then the next night, or the night after that, the husband shows up dead. The professor is in prison with a bullet wound in intimate places. There’s nothing that implies the Crew had anything to do it, but, well. The city knows.
