Monday, 18 January 2016

A Clean Take Away

It was meant to be a clean job. From the moment Blackie started cutting the alarms, it should have taken a mere fifteen minutes to get in and out with a few hundred million in negotiable, that is to say untraceable, bearer bonds.

I should have just walked away when Blackie mentioned that there were more alarms than expected in the basement, but we were heading for the third floor, so I didn’t bother thinking about it.

I got my hands on the first batch of bonds when Lookout suddenly screamed into the radio, and then came the horrible munching…

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