"Okay, so I heard this guy lives in a mansion, just a ways from here and he's out of town. The hard part will be getting through security, but once we do, we'll be rich."
Flint nods his head. "So what kind of security are we looking at?"
I hand him the computer. "You tell me. You're the techy one."
"Let's see here." He clicks a few buttons and the screen flashes different colors. "On his front door, there's a fingerprint detector and a key code lock. Inside, there are a few cameras and then the safe has a code on it as well. Oh yeah, and there's lasers."
"What?"
"There's motion sensor lasers, like on tv."
"That is freaking cool."
"It won't be so cool when you have to get through them. And if we get arrested, it's your fault."
"Aw, come on man, don't be that way," I give him a playful smile.
"I'm just saying."
"Okay. Anyways, we need to get ready for tonight. This is gonna be big."
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We load up into our van and Flint packs his fancy gadgets and all of our possessions into the back.
The bright moon sits high above our heads, casting a veil of light over the dark atmosphere.
He jumps behind the wheel.
"Hey!"
"Last time you drove, we almost ran into a homeless shelter, I'm driving."
I squint my eyes in disgust and hop into the passenger side.
Our black van strolls along the road. I lay back in my seat with my hands folded and nod off to sleep.
"Hey, get up, we're here."
My eyes pop open. A rush glides through my body and my stomach lurches. It's time.
He hands me an earpiece and gives me some weaponry things and a backpack.
"You better not screw this up," he says.
"I won't."
"Good luck."
I take a deep breath, then I sprint over to the billionaire's wall that surrounds his house.
A voice rings in my ear. "Can you hear me?"
"Yep."
"Alright. Once you jump over that wall, I'll give you the code. Then you know what to do for the fingerprint."
I inch backwards a little, then run towards the wall and clamber over it. Once I have reached the other side, I jog over to the front door and get ready to type in the password.
"Alright Flint, give me the code."
"One second. Okay, 2, 4, 8, 9, 7, 6."
I type in each number with ease. It's not my first time decoding something.
Now for the fingerprint.
I slip out a transparent square from my pocket. I press it against the glass of the machine to transfer the old fingerprints onto my paper, careful not to smudge it, then take it off and press it on again. It gives a tiny 'beep' and the door shifts as the lock opens.
"I'm in."
