Another one of those, "if it hasn't happened already, just wait," stories.
"I can't believe we pulled it off!" Jack shouted as he upended the sack of money onto the kitchen table. Thick packets of hundred dollar bills tumbled across the table and tumbled onto the dirty linoleum floor. Jack ran his hands over the few gray soldiers still standing sentry on his balding pate.
"I can't believe they actually put a dollar sign on the money bags," Angelo said. Younger than Jack, Angelo was a head taller, had a nose and lip ring, a shaved head, and celtic crosses tattooed on his forearms.
"I know, right?" Jack laughed. He couldn't stop picking up the packets and riffling the bills like playing cards. "All those months of planning, I still never imagined that it would go so well. The deactivated video cameras, the distracted guards, I mean, it all went so smoothly. If I had known how easy it was going to be I would have done this years ago. Now we just wait here through the night, then over the border and we're home free. Amazing. What are you going to do with your half million?"
"Well, the first thing is get a new iPhone. I'm tired of suffering with the 4. I want a 5." Angelo held up his phone and took a quick picture.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Jack asked.
"Just capturing the moment. Don't worry, I didn't get you, just the money."
"Well, okay, I guess," Jack said.
"What are you going to buy with your cut?" Angelo asked.
"I'm thinking a sailboat to start with," Jack replied.
Angelo's phone buzzed. Jack frowned. "What was that?"
"Wow, I've already gotten like twenty, no, twenty one, likes on Facebook," Angelo said. "Hey, we may be going viral!"
"You posted that picture on your Facebook?" Jack asked.
"Well, duh, what's the good of committing the perfect crime if no one knows you did it?"
There was the squeal of tires outside and the room was bathed in flashing blue lights.
"Hey, it's the cops," Angelo said peaking out the window. "What do we do now?"
Opening one of the drawers, Jack took out a steak knife. "Well, the first thing I'm going to do, is commit the perfect murder," he said.
THE END
Copyright 2012 John Lance
"I can't believe we pulled it off!" Jack shouted as he upended the sack of money onto the kitchen table. Thick packets of hundred dollar bills tumbled across the table and tumbled onto the dirty linoleum floor. Jack ran his hands over the few gray soldiers still standing sentry on his balding pate.
"I can't believe they actually put a dollar sign on the money bags," Angelo said. Younger than Jack, Angelo was a head taller, had a nose and lip ring, a shaved head, and celtic crosses tattooed on his forearms.
"I know, right?" Jack laughed. He couldn't stop picking up the packets and riffling the bills like playing cards. "All those months of planning, I still never imagined that it would go so well. The deactivated video cameras, the distracted guards, I mean, it all went so smoothly. If I had known how easy it was going to be I would have done this years ago. Now we just wait here through the night, then over the border and we're home free. Amazing. What are you going to do with your half million?"
"Well, the first thing is get a new iPhone. I'm tired of suffering with the 4. I want a 5." Angelo held up his phone and took a quick picture.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Jack asked.
"Just capturing the moment. Don't worry, I didn't get you, just the money."
"Well, okay, I guess," Jack said.
"What are you going to buy with your cut?" Angelo asked.
"I'm thinking a sailboat to start with," Jack replied.
Angelo's phone buzzed. Jack frowned. "What was that?"
"Wow, I've already gotten like twenty, no, twenty one, likes on Facebook," Angelo said. "Hey, we may be going viral!"
"You posted that picture on your Facebook?" Jack asked.
"Well, duh, what's the good of committing the perfect crime if no one knows you did it?"
There was the squeal of tires outside and the room was bathed in flashing blue lights.
"Hey, it's the cops," Angelo said peaking out the window. "What do we do now?"
Opening one of the drawers, Jack took out a steak knife. "Well, the first thing I'm going to do, is commit the perfect murder," he said.
THE END
Copyright 2012 John Lance
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