The Art Of Robbing

The Big Money ----DONT READ YET

     Andy seemed like he just seen a Kardashian give a hobo who tried to steal her purse, five hundred million dollars. His eyes were smiling wide in amusement and his mouth was gaped open in disbelief. I mean, we've had some pretty good loots before but this one had to at least be in the top twenty. There was also the time I conned a priceless gem out of a museum guard and got away with it for two whole months before the museum noticed theirs was a fake. And to this day, that gem is still missing. There's a lot having a replica of the object can carry out for you.

     The trashy backpack holding all the valuables I had stolen, sat in Andy's lap as he scavengered through it. He picked up the small velvet bag with diamonds in it and eyed the candy, "Ricky, how much do you think we can get for this?"

     "I have no freaking clue but we should be able to last for a good month and maybe snatch some new equipment. We need one of those password decoders." I leaned back onto the headrest with my head resting on my hands as Andy bounced the bag from one hand to the other, weighing the rocks. 

      "True," He pointed out as he eyed the bag further, searching for some new priceless artifact.

      He looked like a little kid opening up a present on Christmas Day. Eyes gleaming. Hands recklessly moving. Head searching side to side. Though every time he moved his head from one side to the other, his hair would move along with him. It would sound normal for a person but Andy's hair was an outgrown mane of dirty blonde hair that went over his eyes, all the ways to his chin. It's not normal for your head to look like a broom which is exactly what Andy's looked like at the moment. And, Andy being Andy, just to ruin my fun, ran his fingers through his hair pushing it onto of his forehead and to the side. He then just had to notice me staring at him with a look of disbelief written all across my face. He slowly put the bag to the side and crossed his feet so he could look at me with the expression of a kung-fu teacher drawn out onto every feature on his face. His words came out slowly, "Young one, I know the attractiveness in my being is strong and all but you got to control yourself."

     "Look I know you have this secret love for me and stuff but this..." I motioned between him and I, suppressing a smirk making its way onto my face, "Is never going to happen."

    "Yeah, I'm just too hot for you." Andy victoriously pumped his hand in the air and continued back to my bag without a second though.

     At one side of the van, laid the stack of cash while a stack of diamonds and valuables sat on the other. This is where most of our after criminal activity took place. The van. We've all seen those suspicious white vans with only a driver and passenger seat with the back being completely empty just roaming though the streets with a sketchy driver. This was that van. Except the back wasn't completely empty. Our van might as well have been a high tech computer lab. There were computers hooked to the back of the driver seat as well as couches and TV screens staring back at each other, completed with listening devices and even some cool spy like gadgets.

     "What's this?" A twisted expression stood on his face as he held up the metallic object, "I don't think you can really make money off this."

     "Hm?" I jerked my chin up and looked towards the chain I took from the safe. I almost forgot I even snatched it but there wasn't really much to hide about the series of metal loops that hung from his fingers, "Oh ya, I found it in that house and kind of just took it. Looks pretty cool, doesn't it?"

     "I guess. Here." He threw me the chain as I caught it in one hand. The chain slid between my fingers easily like a worm. I slid it into my pocket and looked up at Andy to find him leaning onto the other small beanbag-like couch in the van, finished scouring though the bag. What a partner in crime. Andy and I've been doing this since I was fifteen and he was seventeen. Close to two years now and we've never been caught. Never.