Ray

RAY ON THE HEIST

What a bright, sunny day. Isn’t a common thing in London, and sometimes it feels immensely great to experience it. And our very own, Mr. Williams, Manager, SBT bank is on his way to the office. It’s sharp 9:00. He’ll take his train from Liverpool Underground at 9:29 and reach Northolt at sharp 9:38. But sometimes thinks don’t go as swiftly as you want them to. Today, he’s got late and he absolutely loathes it. Suddenly, his door-bell rings. Who can that be? So early! W-“Yes, how may I help you?” X-“Am I talking to Mr. Williams himself?” W-“Yes, but...mmph!” X-“Sorry, sir. But you’ve got to sleep for some time.”

It’s all dark. Pitch dark. Mr. Williams is absolutely helpless. It seems as if he’s been caged. He can’t move a limb. He’s restless. Suddenly, a faint light seems to glow at a distance. X-“Mr. Williams. Can you hear me? If yes, then please nod your head.” He does so. X-“Good. Now, how are you feeling? If you’re ok, then please tap your finger.” This time he doesn’t. X-“Hmm, seems you are a bit uncomfortable. Please, relax. I won’t harm you. And that’s for sure. If you promise to do a small task for me. Won’t you? If you agree, then let me know.” He nods his head. X-“That’s better. Now, you are the manager of SBT bank, aren’t you?” He nods. X-“And I have a very small task for you. You simply need to go and open Locker No. 6277SRAM and give the cash inside to the bodyguard who’ll accompany you. Once the task is over, you are a free, sane man again. Am I clear?” He nods. X-“You are a gentleman sir. Now if you please, come back from your sleep, slowly, slowly. Yes. Now, go. You’ll miss your train.”

In the hypnotic trance, Mr. Williams is accompanied by a man. 5feet9 tall. Lean. Grey eyes. D-“Good morning, sir. You don’t seem well today.” W-“I’m alright Daniel. This man with me has come to get some money for Mr. Milicevic. You see, he needs it for his surgery.” D-“But, isn’t it strange sir that he’s taking the money physically? I mean, he generally does virtual transactions only.” W-“that’s none of your business. He’s a very important client and we aren’t supposed to question him. Now, if you would please take us to the locker.” And as decided, he open the locker, takes out the 1M pound and hands it over to the bodyguard, but as soon as the man leaves, Mr. William collapses on the floor.

After a few hours, when he finally regains consciousness, he finds Mr. Milicevic in a fit of anger. V-“You’ve got no idea what I can do Williams! How dare you steal my money?!” W-“I, but sir, I was wait a minute, ...at my...home?” V-“Whom are you trying to fool? You’re assistant told me he lead you himself with man to my locker!” W-“But, sir. I remember absolutely nothing. I don’t know what’s happening. Please sir believe me!” D-“Mr. Milicevic. Look, the TV!” And as the news channel describes Ray’s another heist, Mr. Milicevic and Mr. Williams can do nothing but sigh!

And not too far, in the London Police HQ, the new character of the story is watching carefully, as he has got a case to solve. Who else can this be, but the much celebrated detective, Mr. Jared Leto.