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The Blood Will Never Wash
37 right, 6 left, 17 right around. My blood pumped harder and faster than ever before. Sweat was dripping down from my face. My face was scarred on the left cheek. I also had a mustache and a goatee. I pulled the handle to see what was inside.
Crystal clear diamonds were starring me into my eyes. It was I sight I’d never, or will ever see in my lifetime. I opened my Ziploc baggie, which was surrounded in velvet to prevent the diamonds of scratching or falling out, and I ran out the room. As I was running down the hall, an alarm goes off. The alarm was somewhat like an eagle’s screech.
“You failed Andy,” says a man from the other side of the room.
“What did I do wrong this time?” I question while gasping for air.
“The safe has a censor in it. If the safe is open for more than three minutes, the alarm is sounded,” says the man while walking towards me.
“How could I have known that?” I scream. My voice was getting very high pitched. My voice only does this when I get very upset or frustrated. I storm out of the tin building and said “Whatever! I’m outta here.”
I had been going to this black marker burglary school for about two years. But I wanted to see some real action. I wondered if I would ever see real job. I wanted to see the cash flow, and I wanted to bath in quarters and use the 100-dollar bills as soap. I wanted to light my cigar’s tip with fifty.
I had called up my best friend, Bill .Bill and I, that night, would have over an hour conversation. I told him about what I’ve been doing, in school, over the past years. He was an experienced thief himself. I told him that I wanted to feel the rush. I wanted to steal Penn State’s tuition money. I picked this particular college, even though it was 500 miles away, because I knew that there was an opening job for the secretary of dean of admission. I would later apply for the job, even though I knew that there was a small chance of me actually getting it.
Over the next two weeks I begun too doubt myself. But as the doubt was at it’s point I got the letter in the mail. I actually got the job! I would soon start working, and studying. After about a month Of working, I soon began to know every security guard’s move. When they ate, which hallways they wouldn’t use frequently, and when they would take their breaks.
After a few months of “spying” I had advised a plan. While it was late one night I would have Bill would go under ground to shut down the power. We would be invisible to the naked eye, while also cutting the security wires, just incase the power does come back on. I had seen where every cent was kept. Once a week I would watch the people that knew the combination. One security guard would check the safe to see if the money was guard. But hey, who would rob them!
It was the night. We had bought the latest high tech equipment. You name it we got it. It seemed like any normal night to the guards, but not to me. I was sweating so bad that I had to change my shirt several times over that night.
People would ask “Why are you changing your shirt?” I would just shrug my shoulder with a calm grin. After about eleven o’clock I called Bill. I told him to be ready by twelve o’clock. After I hung up the phone, I became more nervous than ever before. Thinking of all the things that could go wrong, according to Murphy’s Law it would.
It was exactly twelve o’clock, why didn’t he call? Why isn’t the power off!
Hopefully he would call to at least let me know when it was clear to proceed with the plan. Suddenly I get a phone call.
“Penn State tuition office this is Andy speaking, how may I help you?” I say while clicking my pen as if it were a nail in a piece of oak wood.
“Five minutes,” a deep voice exclaims. I could tell it was Bill just disguising his voice. I hang up the phone without saying anymore.
I heard the electric censors and the whole power shut down. It was the same sound when the power went off as a little kid. I heard a lot of screams coming the whole building. The power going off wasn’t in anyone’s, but mine, agendas.
As every person in the building walked around like a blind man without his cane. I snuck stealthily into the dean’s office. He wasn’t there at night because he would only work during school hours. As I snuck to the safe, I bent onto my knees. You could hear the floorboards cracking as my knees penetrated into the old timber. I enter the three numbers as I remember the ones I watched for weeks on end.
I open the safe and there was a money mountain stacked to the safes brim. I run to my desk and jumble through my junk. I grab the duffle bag filled with mostly empty candy wrappers, and dump all of them out on the floor. I run back into the dean’s office, and fill up the duffle bag with the loot. I run out of the room, full of money, and out the building’s door.
I jump into Bill’s car. He does a burnout, and jets out of the sense of the crime.
“I can’t believe w
37 right, 6 left, 17 right around. My blood pumped harder and faster than ever before. Sweat was dripping down from my face. My face was scarred on the left cheek. I also had a mustache and a goatee. I pulled the handle to see what was inside.
Crystal clear diamonds were starring me into my eyes. It was I sight I’d never, or will ever see in my lifetime. I opened my Ziploc baggie, which was surrounded in velvet to prevent the diamonds of scratching or falling out, and I ran out the room. As I was running down the hall, an alarm goes off. The alarm was somewhat like an eagle’s screech.
“You failed Andy,” says a man from the other side of the room.
“What did I do wrong this time?” I question while gasping for air.
“The safe has a censor in it. If the safe is open for more than three minutes, the alarm is sounded,” says the man while walking towards me.
“How could I have known that?” I scream. My voice was getting very high pitched. My voice only does this when I get very upset or frustrated. I storm out of the tin building and said “Whatever! I’m outta here.”
I had been going to this black marker burglary school for about two years. But I wanted to see some real action. I wondered if I would ever see real job. I wanted to see the cash flow, and I wanted to bath in quarters and use the 100-dollar bills as soap. I wanted to light my cigar’s tip with fifty.
I had called up my best friend, Bill .Bill and I, that night, would have over an hour conversation. I told him about what I’ve been doing, in school, over the past years. He was an experienced thief himself. I told him that I wanted to feel the rush. I wanted to steal Penn State’s tuition money. I picked this particular college, even though it was 500 miles away, because I knew that there was an opening job for the secretary of dean of admission. I would later apply for the job, even though I knew that there was a small chance of me actually getting it.
Over the next two weeks I begun too doubt myself. But as the doubt was at it’s point I got the letter in the mail. I actually got the job! I would soon start working, and studying. After about a month Of working, I soon began to know every security guard’s move. When they ate, which hallways they wouldn’t use frequently, and when they would take their breaks.
After a few months of “spying” I had advised a plan. While it was late one night I would have Bill would go under ground to shut down the power. We would be invisible to the naked eye, while also cutting the security wires, just incase the power does come back on. I had seen where every cent was kept. Once a week I would watch the people that knew the combination. One security guard would check the safe to see if the money was guard. But hey, who would rob them!
It was the night. We had bought the latest high tech equipment. You name it we got it. It seemed like any normal night to the guards, but not to me. I was sweating so bad that I had to change my shirt several times over that night.
People would ask “Why are you changing your shirt?” I would just shrug my shoulder with a calm grin. After about eleven o’clock I called Bill. I told him to be ready by twelve o’clock. After I hung up the phone, I became more nervous than ever before. Thinking of all the things that could go wrong, according to Murphy’s Law it would.
It was exactly twelve o’clock, why didn’t he call? Why isn’t the power off!
Hopefully he would call to at least let me know when it was clear to proceed with the plan. Suddenly I get a phone call.
“Penn State tuition office this is Andy speaking, how may I help you?” I say while clicking my pen as if it were a nail in a piece of oak wood.
“Five minutes,” a deep voice exclaims. I could tell it was Bill just disguising his voice. I hang up the phone without saying anymore.
I heard the electric censors and the whole power shut down. It was the same sound when the power went off as a little kid. I heard a lot of screams coming the whole building. The power going off wasn’t in anyone’s, but mine, agendas.
As every person in the building walked around like a blind man without his cane. I snuck stealthily into the dean’s office. He wasn’t there at night because he would only work during school hours. As I snuck to the safe, I bent onto my knees. You could hear the floorboards cracking as my knees penetrated into the old timber. I enter the three numbers as I remember the ones I watched for weeks on end.
I open the safe and there was a money mountain stacked to the safes brim. I run to my desk and jumble through my junk. I grab the duffle bag filled with mostly empty candy wrappers, and dump all of them out on the floor. I run back into the dean’s office, and fill up the duffle bag with the loot. I run out of the room, full of money, and out the building’s door.
I jump into Bill’s car. He does a burnout, and jets out of the sense of the crime.
“I can’t believe w