"H-hey Scott, it's in my bank…"
Scott shot up from the chair in his tiny room at the words of his friend. He ran over and saw the message on the phone.
[200,000$ credited to your account ending XX67]
"No way… Sid…"
"T-that insurance guy wasn't kidding…"
That was the first time, Scott and Sid had made their way to money. Starting out as just the two of them, they were desperate to make it big. Both Scott and Sid had made their way to the city in hopes of doing something, and finally, at the end of their wits they found a way.
A way that made them scrap their banks empty, to the very bottom with piling up everything they could save and then a small loan on top of it to buy the first arcade.
And it was here. The insurance money.
The plan.
The night they had set the arcade on fire, a short-circuit certificate that took another $2,000 to make, alongside every other expense. But money was here.
