Most of the night was entertaining, to my relief. While I dug through the trash dumpster, the men, minus Robert, looked through the recycling one. Rob just stayed to the side, ordering everyone around. Several times they fell and slipped. A smaller guy became unconscious by hitting his head on the side of the dumpster. I laughed uncontrollably as they dragged him out of the paper-and-cardboard-filled dumpster. It was the funniest thing I had ever seen.
Numerous times, either the guys or I had thought they found something similar to what we were looking for, but it wasn’t anything we needed. Time went by so slow I thought the earth stopped spinning. It was definitely the most tiring thing I’d ever done, too. I was convinced my arms would fall off and that my legs would fail me at any minute. Dumpster digging was not my cup of tea.
When Robert informed me that it was two in the morning, I almost screamed. No wonder my eyes were drooping every five seconds! I felt like falling over, but that would just get me in more trouble-something I definitely didn't need.
"Hey, Robert," someone named Chris mumbled. I went to the other side of the dumpster to listen. "I think I found something." He smoothed the note and his eyes bulged. "This is it! I found it!" Chris shouted. The men surrounded him, patted him on the back and several passed around the note.
"Does this mean I can leave?" I asked, quite impatient by now. I snuck a look at Chris' watch through the crowd and saw it was 2:48 a.m. I need my beauty sleep NOW!
"Not yet, Anna," Robert replied. He paused, which made me a little nervous. "We need to ask a few questions first. Huddle up, guys." Robert and his employees were unintelligibly whispering. What could they be saying?
"Anna," a huge guy said. His muscles were bulging out of his black t-shirt and he could easily be taller than the average basketball player. "I'm going to ask you a couple questions. . .If you lie, there will be consequences." I gulped. Oh, boy.
"Where is our main office set up?" he asked. I breathed heavily before answering. "It's about . . . I don't know. . .15-30 minutes away from here? It's, ugh. . .behind the, ugh, alley. There's a hidden trail, I think. The building is hidden behind a. . .a. .uh. A large metal fence and covered with trees." I swallowed the excess spit I created from rambling. What if they don't take me home now? I'm doomed!
"We should have blind-folded her," I heard a guy say. Many nodded and mumbled in agreement.
"What is our-let's say business?" the large man asked again. Does he think I'm stupid?
"First of all, it's not a business. It's an illegal epidemic. To answer your question, you are illegally copying money and using it. Nothing the police would be proud of." I answered, sarcasm ringing in the end, as I was extremely annoyed. You found your stupid note, now take me home!
"Okay, that's all." The men huddled again and popped back up. "You aren't leaving."
Chris popped his hand to my mouth. Smart decision, Chris. I screamed into his hand a muffled, "WHAT?!?!?"
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The Twelve Year Old Thief
PertualanganTwelve year old Anna is accused of stealing very confidential information, all written on a small piece of paper. A large group of men illegally printing money kidnap her and try to get the note back that could get them arrested. But what if she's...
