The (Short) Story of the Evil Umbrellas [Completed]

Being a Professional Bankrobber is Hard

Being a professional bank robber is hard, especially when your client is an idiot who misunderstands and wants you to rob a priceless necklace from a prestigious museum.

Which is why I am currently at a gala in the British museum, waiting for my partner. Speak of the devil, he appears, pulling something from his pocket and drinking. I knew he had a family affair beforehand, but he looks drunk.

"What is in that flask?"

"Lemonade from 'ze weddig'. 'S good."

"Rob, this smells like whiskey."

"Nuh-uh. They say tha' iz lemonade."

Being a professional bank robber is hard, especially when your partner shows up drunk on spiked lemonade.

Luckily Rob turns out to be more charming inebriated. He spins a story of being emotionally lost in youthful partying, and ladies are pitifully agreeing to dance.

In fact, the diversion is even better than expected. All he has to do is decide that some guy is looking at him weird and punch him out. Security was distracted. No one questions it. It's easy to slip away.

Rob sneaks over to meet me right next to the exhibit. It is going so, so well. I almost laugh as Rob stumbles on his feet.

I almost laugh, but Rob is holding his flask and he trips and spills it all over the sensors. And the alarms start going off. Someone is coming. I grab Rob and pull him into a hallway. This isn't good. Rob is a liability.

Or maybe not...

I can't leave him behind to take the blame. He could talk.

But drunk college kids who break into museums and then 'commit suicide' tell no tales.

Being a professional bank robber is hard, especially when you have to make tough decisions.