ok soo i had this idea and i couldn't get it out of my head..so herer is my new story.. give it a chance
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Location: Museum of Fine Arts. Boston, Ma.
Time:9:00 pm
Mission: Adquire a Vincent Van Gogh Original.
Worth: 10.3 millions.
"Ok, did you get it? get in, get out. Don't take longer than necessary. You will enter the room through the air vent becuase the door only opens from the inside and i cant get it to open, It's an old fashion door, you actually need a key. Anyways you have to....." Mike was rambling the plan. Yet again.
"I got it Mike. We've been working on this for weeks and you have gone over the plan 200 times in the last 24 hours." I interrupted him becuase i couldn't stand going over this one more time.
"You got to have some trust in our work. After all we are the best, and this is not our first job and neither will it be
the last." I spoke trying to confort him. He always got this annoying before any job. Always trying to make sure everything went without a hitch.He was afraid that something was going to go wrong and I'd end up in jail.
"Fine" He said defitedly.He knew his worries were not necessary. Nothing ever went wrong, we got in and out and never have been caught. Our latest job was to steal a Vincent Van Gogh painting from the MFA. It was worth 10.3 millions but if you ask me, it's totally not worth that much, if you see it you would agree with me. I think i would be doing that museum a favor by getting rid of that, but a job is a job no matter what my personal opinions on art are. But it wasn't in my nature to complain, I just follow the orders. We just do what the boss wants, no questions asked. What he wants, we get. So right now I'm sitting in the back of our Van
reviewing the plan. Again.
I am with my personal crew. In every job I have to do, I always end up working the same people. We don't work well with anybody else to be honest, it never ends up well. The personal conflicts that developed were always too much to handle. The lack of trust was always the main issue here. So with me it's the same people all the time. Mike was the computer tech. He could hack into any systems , access anything that was digitally locked or blocked anything you can think off. He is an amazing hacker, can get into any sistem and open anything in minutes which was great becuase we always worked on a time schedule. Then there is Johnny, the architect, he could get the plans of any building any where. Don't ask me how he does it. I don't know because he won't tell, something about a magician and his secrets. That was cool with us because it means that we never had to personally check out a place. Then there is Kev, not much of a talker, at all, but it the best driver in the
planet. He is street racer so imagine all the thing he can do with this car. Last but not least,me. I was the actuall thief. I'm the one that goes inside and takes the things and gets out.
"Ok, let's go over this one last time" said Johnny and exhale. The museum planes were spread on the floor of the van, he was tracing the path for me as he spoke.
"You go in through the main entrance. Now you two choices. You either go into the air vent located in the man's bathroom or you can go into the vent
above the hallway staircase." Johnny said tracing the path for me. "Did you decide which way you're taking?"
"If you go in through the bathroom, it will take you 7 minutes to reach the main room. If you take the one in the staircase, about 13 minutes. But if you go through the bathroom, you'll have to drop from the ceiling." He said warily.
