Chapter 8
Just Cause
When Tom got back to the warehouse, the dirty cop was busy breaking open the watermelons, but only two stacks of cash were in their bags beside him. On hearing foot steps, he drew his gun, but Tom turned and headed into the car park without as much as a glance back.
Going over to the car's trunk where he had hidden earlier, he took out the few sticks of dynamite that Cosier's dead henchman had stored, for no good. Throwing them into the yellow convertible front passenger seat, he got in.
The cars engine came alive and Tom had the vehicle speeding towards the nearby gas station.
Screech!! The sound of the yellow car echoed through the still suburbs as Tom made his way back to the warehouse with the yellow Mercedes gas tank filled to the brim. A short time later the vehicles echo was nulled by a loud kaboom: and the cop came running out of the compounds gates with two packs of wrapped cash.
Half an hour later, a wet, dripping Tom clambered out of the sea. Sirens were blazing as police cars and other emergency vehicles rushed to the scene. He was glad to have been in the cool water after the heat from the blast.
'That was close', he thought. He had sprung from the moving vehicle, barely clearing the small seaports railed barrier, when he heard the blast, and then felt the immense eavr of heat pushing him harder towards the water.
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Cinema Shorts - Puree : Action Packed Short Stories
ContoA Series Of Delights: Less Reading, More Trauma. See Worlds and Situations, Asking Yourself, What it Was You?! Would You Fight, Love, Runaway? Fast Reads; Gets to the Point. What Is Left Out, Use Your Imagination.
