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"CRASH". The sound cut through the air like a knife as the plymouth
duster hit the telephone
pole. For three blocks the sound of metal folding upon itself could
be heard. He knew he took
the curve just a little too sharply as the vehicle spun out of
control and hit the pole. Not
driving for very long, maybe a year, Sammy did not figure out his
excessive speed made him loose his
bearings. His inexperience behind the wheel may be the reason he hit
the pole, or maybe bad
Luckily, both Sammy and Steve were going to be ok. They got out of
car and accessed the damage. It was a right-off, nothing was left of
the car except Sammy and
Steve's seats. It was no time to talk as the damp humid air hung
thickly around their necks.
Without the getaway car the two fugitives knew it would difficult on
foot. This was their only
chance. Shaken after the crash, Sammy and Steve hobbled out of the
car and started running away
as best as they could. They went in the opposite direction as the
sirens that were fastly
approaching the accident scene. They both knew the police would get
there first. What about
the money in the trunk? Sammy went back to the accident scene and
pried open the trunk to get
two duffle bags. They were loaded with cash and jewels totalling
quite a hefty sum of money.
The two did not have much time to count the money, as the sounds of
sirens could be heard
getting closer and closer. Sammy and Steve's footsteps could be heard
clearly running away from
the sound of the sirens. In the inky darkness of the night it would
not be long before they fit
into the background with their black clothing.
The siren noise died down and Sammy and Steve breathed a deep breathe
of relief. So far, they
got away, but for how long? They knew if they did not leave the
county line soon, they would
get caught. There would be roadblocks everywhere. There only hope
was to cross the
creek river into the next county, and hopefully, freedom. The only
problem, the river was very
wide and Steve was not a good swimmer, also, how would they float the
money across? It would be
a difficult swim and too heavy to carry. Steve had an idea to take a
few floating logs to hang
onto, and put the duffle bags on top of the logs as not to get wet.
Why did they not think of
buying waterproof bags? They did not have time to think through all
the problems they were
facing, and they grabbed the logs and fell into the water. It was
going to be a cold and long
swim, maybe a twenty minute crossing. This was their last chance to
get away with the crime of
their lives Steve kept telling himself. It would be smooth sailing
after this night, with loads
of cash to make all his friends happy. Sammy and Steve had to keep
focused on the victory
dance, as right now was not a picnic.
Dean Hunter was shaving at the mirror as usual. It would be another
humid day as the sun was
a round red ball of heat at six o'clock a.m. How long would it take
him to arrest those two?
Hunter went through all the fact sheets on Stevie and Sammy and still
came up short. Hunter
knew their patterns. There had been robberies before, in fact four
in the last two months. The
rash of crimes had to stop. Hunter knew he would put an end to Sammy
and Steve's crime spree.
When the police arrived at the crash they could not believe how bad
the damage to the vehicle.
Nobody could have survived this! Yet there were no bodies, so the
suspects got away. Which way
did they go? The forensic team was called out to dust for prints and
to look for any clues
that would lead them to the bank robbers. It may be a long night
though Dean Hunter.
Sammy and Steve woke up on the other side of the creek river. They
made it! But just barely.
Steve took the wet duffle bags out of the underbrush and rifled
through the cash and jewels.
Everything was still there! Wet, but still there! He jumped for joy
grabbing Sammy and hugging
him. It would be another long day of trying to find new clothes and
a new hair style and fit
back into the crowd. Sammy and Steve were headed to another city,
and another bank robbery.
Dean Hunter knew they did not have time to chase on foot the
suspects. He wired the next towns
to alert them to the wanted men. Hopefully they would pick up on
something, and the two would
be behind bars by sundown. Hunter was not so sure if he could catch
these two low lifes as they
had always escaped detection. Hunter nicknamed them the "snakes", as
they slithered and could
pop up somewhere else to continue their crime spree. Hunter had an
idea, a good idea this time!
If they were like snakes he could bait them into a snake trap, and he
would have solved the
crime of the area. He would also, possibly, get a pay raise. Hunter
laid out his plans before
his fellow officers. He would send out a tactical team around all
the banks. They would be in
hidden positions, under trees, in camoflauge, anything. He would send
out rumours that there
would be a museum display of a world famous diamond, the hope diamond
as a matter of fact. Of
course the diamond would be a fake and then they would capture the
two snakes in the snake pit.
Fitting nicely into the background of Creek City, Sammy and Steve
were up to their usual tricks.
They were planning out their next robbery. The Midland First Bank on
the corner of Vine and
Oak. It looked like a winner. Steve and Sammy plotted their
robbery. This was going to be
smooth. Suddenly, listening to the radio Sammy heard a advertisement
for the museum's display
of the Hope diamond at Smithtown. Sammy ran into the livingroom of
the flop house and
told Steve of the robbery of the Hope diamond would be their biggest
robbery yet and they
would go down in history and they would be heroes in the criminal
circles. Steve the mastermind
of all their plots decided this would be the finest robbery ever.
Other criminals heard the
same advertisment on the radio and decided to try their hand at it
too. Pretty soon hundreds
of criminals were holed up around the outskirts of Smithtown. Maybe
Dean Hunter had better
find a pretty big snake pit! GIBJ 3 Aug 08
Sun Aug 3, 2008 3:00 pm
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"CRASH". The sound cut through the air like a knife as the plymouth duster hit the telephone pole. For three blocks the sound of metal folding upon itself... goddessinbluejeans
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Hi! I enjoyed reading your exceprt. I especially liked the way you slowly unfolded the dramma alyer by layer. The car crash, inexpereinced robbers running from... shanitaswaters
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