One of the bandits asked, “The wrong way?”
The captain replied, “What do you think?”
Captain Foxwell sat in front of his band of thieves. While he sat back and planned, his thieves were out and stealing. Every day, they would report back to him with their earnings. Robert Sullivan, an aging man with an attitude, was the co-captain and commanded the troops of thieves in the field.
They were currently in a run-down mansion in the suburbs of New York City. No one bought it for almost a decade, citing the fact that quite a few people died there. It was thought that ghosts resided in its peeling walls. That was until Foxwell and Sullivan, partners in crime, bought it using ill-gotten money. They found thieves on the street and gave them food and shelter in exchange for their profits.
It was 6:30 in the morning. In the bedrooms, all of the alarm clocks go off at 6. They eat immediately and then meet to discuss who will get which part of the city that day. Often, some of the crooks fight for their part of the city. Captain Foxwell was halfway through assigning parts of the city when the doorbell rang. A moment later, the door crashed to the floor. Two armed police officers stood in the doorway, hands on their weapons.
“OUT OF HERE!” screamed Robert Sullivan.
They had planned an escape route. Sullivan would lead half of the group out the back window, whereas Foxwell would send the rest to grab their loot and take it out the front. They’d meet in what used to be the garden, had it been maintained.
But the police officers had the whole place surrounded. Sullivan’s team darted out first, distracting the police and bringing them to the back of the mansion. Foxwell’s found a gap and ran for it with the money. They didn’t have anything more planned, so every man ran in different directions.
The men were on foot and the police in cruisers, so they quickly caught up with the biggest pack. The pack broke and the police were confused. Some thieves climbed buildings, others darted inside shops, others still hid behind bushes at parks.
Of course the police were interested in prosecuting all of the thieves, but the ones of most interest were Foxwell, with the loot, and Sullivan, because they co-founded the whole operation. The officers flew through doors of shops, chased people who looked like Foxwell on the street, later realizing that they were innocent, running through parks with K9 units, but they found nothing more than a credit card.
The captain replied, “What do you think?”
Captain Foxwell sat in front of his band of thieves. While he sat back and planned, his thieves were out and stealing. Every day, they would report back to him with their earnings. Robert Sullivan, an aging man with an attitude, was the co-captain and commanded the troops of thieves in the field.
They were currently in a run-down mansion in the suburbs of New York City. No one bought it for almost a decade, citing the fact that quite a few people died there. It was thought that ghosts resided in its peeling walls. That was until Foxwell and Sullivan, partners in crime, bought it using ill-gotten money. They found thieves on the street and gave them food and shelter in exchange for their profits.
It was 6:30 in the morning. In the bedrooms, all of the alarm clocks go off at 6. They eat immediately and then meet to discuss who will get which part of the city that day. Often, some of the crooks fight for their part of the city. Captain Foxwell was halfway through assigning parts of the city when the doorbell rang. A moment later, the door crashed to the floor. Two armed police officers stood in the doorway, hands on their weapons.
“OUT OF HERE!” screamed Robert Sullivan.
They had planned an escape route. Sullivan would lead half of the group out the back window, whereas Foxwell would send the rest to grab their loot and take it out the front. They’d meet in what used to be the garden, had it been maintained.
But the police officers had the whole place surrounded. Sullivan’s team darted out first, distracting the police and bringing them to the back of the mansion. Foxwell’s found a gap and ran for it with the money. They didn’t have anything more planned, so every man ran in different directions.
The men were on foot and the police in cruisers, so they quickly caught up with the biggest pack. The pack broke and the police were confused. Some thieves climbed buildings, others darted inside shops, others still hid behind bushes at parks.
Of course the police were interested in prosecuting all of the thieves, but the ones of most interest were Foxwell, with the loot, and Sullivan, because they co-founded the whole operation. The officers flew through doors of shops, chased people who looked like Foxwell on the street, later realizing that they were innocent, running through parks with K9 units, but they found nothing more than a credit card.
The credit card had the MasterCard logo on the top, with the number listed below. It belonged to Robert Sullivan. Knowing that it could be useful, the officers kept the card. One very intelligent officer decided to let the K9 dogs sniff the card to pick up on Sullivan’s scent, since he had been touching it.
After hours more tireless searching, they found Robert Sullivan sitting next to Captain George Foxwell behind a bush, right next to where the credit card was.
THE END
After hours more tireless searching, they found Robert Sullivan sitting next to Captain George Foxwell behind a bush, right next to where the credit card was.
THE END
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