“Recent robberies of four major banks around the…” Enough of that I thought to myself, as I switched off the ancient, dust-buried TV. That’s the whole reason why I am in this stingy, flea-infested apartment. Out dated wallpaper hung loosely off the lifeless wall; a five year old could do a better job. The floor was bare with patches of fluff dotted around from what looked to be from an old carpet. I have to stay here to avoid becoming a target. Why would I become a target when I haven’t done anything yet? Anyway, I do as I’m told. This dump was the worst place possible that they could have chosen for me to stay in, I would have preferred to sleep on the street.
My phone vibrated on the table almost causing it to collapse. I picked it up and was informed that there would be a car coming for me. I was ecstatic. Anything that could possibly take me away from this tip was a godsend.
I closed the door of the apartment extremely gently, as I feared that it would fall off if I did it any harder. The corridor was no better than the apartment. It was home to nothing but rotting floor boards. I took caution with my footsteps as I felt as though the floor would cave in if I used too much force. I passed multiple rooms on the way to the staircase, all with no signs of human inhabitance. It was eerie. Nearly as eerie as venturing down the stairwell. The obsolete staircase was un even and it crumbled a little more every time I lay a foot on it. It was so dark in the stairwell, you could see you hand 5 centimeters in front of your face. The further down you went, the darker it got and the worse the smell got. I feared that my lungs would burn from the inside out if I took in a breath.
I finally reached the reception where the smell, of animal’s excrement was at its minimum. “Thank you, hope to see you again,” said the man mountain behind the desk. “Yeah right,” I mumbled under my breath. “No way am I ever coming back here.” As I reached for the filth-coated doorknob, the man shouted, “Have a safe journey.” I replied with a simple, “I will” and walked out of the door, even though I knew that this was potentially untrue.
I was waiting for my car to arrive outside the hotel when I was approached by a man in a suit. “Take this, you’ll need it,” he said, as he handed me a briefcase. The tall figure then continued to stroll towards a car strategically park on the side of the road. I knew this man. I knew him very well. We had done business together in the past and were doing some today. I knew what was in the briefcase, but I didn’t dare open it until I was somewhere where no one would see.
I had been standing outside the hotel for about five minutes when a old Austin mini pulled up along side me. “ Where have you been?” I questioned, as I clambered into the car. “Sorry mate,” replied the driver. “Horrible traffic in London today,” he stated as we set off. The car was silent for the rest of the journey, as we both knew what we were about to do.
“Here we are,” said the driver anxiously. It was a very old, neglected warehouse with boarded up windows so no one could see the contents of this casket of crime. The front door was sealed very tightly – sound proof. I tried the door, but it wouldn’t budge. I walked around the side of the warehouse and clambered over the metal fencing. This warehouse looked like it used to be home to a car distributer, as I guessed from the amount of abandoned vehicles tangled in weeds and wildlife. The door round the back was also sealed tightly, but not tightly enough, as this door would open with ease. Inside the abandoned building was a lot of machinery, far from abandoned. I was greeted by a frightful stare from every single one of the inhabitants. I walked further into the cavernous brick building and found ‘the tunnel’. This tunnel was my entrance and escape root to the biggest crime of the century.
“Remember lads: straight in, grab as much as you can and straight back out.” These were the only words that I could remember with the amount of thoughts flying round my head. We lowered ourselves into the tunnel and began to walk. The light was minimal except for the torches attached to our heads. Not only was the light minimal, but also my body heat. Being this far underground for this amount of time was taking its toll on my fingers: I couldn’t feel them. It was like having icicles for fingers.
We had been walking for about 15 minutes, when we reached the end. At the end was a drill. It was bigger than big. It was massive. It was big enough for me to fit my whole body through. Well, that’s what it was for. We would drill through the wall and take as much as possible.
Just 5 minutes had past before we broke through. “Wait here. I’ll check the scene,” said the leader of our group. He moved the drill and crawled through the hole. We did as we were told, and waited. Not long later we got a message from inside the safe. “C’mon lads grab as much as you can!” In a sudden rush and a blur I was in and surrounded by money. There wasn’t time to admire the sight, as the alarm was sounding. We managed to fill 10 suitcases with £50 notes before we had to evade the scene.
Running had never seemed to be so much of an adrenaline rush until today. I raced ahead so I would get the upper hand on my ‘colleagues’. When I reached the end of the tunnel, it had seemed to be only 30 or so seconds. I threw my suitcases out of the tunnel to the masked men waiting. I continued my run straight through the back door to where I had a surprise waiting for my group of ‘friends’.
You see, I have been working as an under cover police officer to find out information to help the government put a stop to crime. I had been working in crime for 12 years leading up to this. The Bank of England robbery. The government had heard rumors about the robbery planning and contacted my section to go under cover
We waited outside the derelict site for any signs of movement. It had been about 2 minutes when I was passed my pistol in case of any gunfire. I went in. “Everybody put your hands in the…” No one was there. I called for officers to come in and investigate when I heard the helicopter start up on the roof.
I ran outside in a blind panic and readied myself to shoot. I had taken aim for the pilot’s head, when I heard him one last time. “ Thank you, hope to see you again.”