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TITLE: N/A "Mystery" assumed in place AUTHOR: Andrew Jones DATE OF PUBLICATION: Not published, written Fall 1998 1 It was quiet on the old dirt road leading through a lazy part of town in a Mexican city. Not much was going on. A little girl ran past the stables where the Spanish police kept their horses. This town hadn't seen a car in twenty years, when a rich bank supervisor drove through town in a truck. Everything was in place. The empty cart parked out front indicated the delayed gold shipment heading to Mexico City had stopped at the bank, and had just been unloaded for safe keeping. Right across the street from the bank was the police station. It was risky but everything had been planned for. Suddenly, two men ran out of the bank, each with a large suitcase on wheels trailing them. They ran a little while and then a truck came roaring around the corner, picked up the two guys, drove past the bank, picked up a watchman who had been lurking around the bank all day. Then suddenly two of the guards ran out of the building. The truck roared off just as the Mexican police were coming out of the stables on horseback yelling in Spanish at the truck as it disappeared over the horizon. That was two years ago and many things have happened since then. There has been the purchasing of the old farm in Arkansas, followed by the building of the home/office used to plan robberies and such things. Many people have come and gone with their superior skills and their mischievous plans. But now things were starting to settle down and there were just the six of us working together at what we did best. I was working on cleaning my AK 47 as usual, when Scott came bursting through my office door. Scott was our field expert. He went out and got all of our information about potential sites for robberies. He was usually calm and cool, but today he was very excited. "It's true! It's true!" he kept repeating until I asked him what was true. "It's true that the Ozark National Bank's safe was accidentally made out of a cheap kind of concrete that crumbles between your fingers!" "So," I sad calmly, "what about the steel lining always used by vault makers?" "It's rusted! The drainage water from the roof has somehow been leaking in between the concrete and the metal, and now the metal is rusted at least two inches thinner." His guess was probably right. That bank was very old and with that much time, with water running over the lining and the constant threats of acid rain being broadcast over the local news, it was possible. "Do we have the supplies?" I replied "Yes." "Are you certain?" "Absolutely." "Then meet me in the conference room and bring the others, we have some planning to do." "Yes, sir!" That was how this all started. For two weeks we all worked hard coming up with a plan, until we had something workable. "Ok, that's what we'll do." Scott said with a voice of finality. "Alright, everyone go check their supplies and we will have a run through this time tomorrow afternoon." I said and the meeting was broken up as everyone went their separate ways. But one person remained, it was John, our explosives expert, he was worried about the noise it would make when we "broke the bank." I told him it was good because it would frighten the guards even more. John said, "I guess so, but I'm still worried." "Don't be," I said, "everything will be alright." "I sure hope that you are right." The next day during the run through, everyone worked on timing and accuracy. There were only a few setbacks when Sam came in too early and was ready to go without everyone else. Sam is not too bright, but he gets the job done so we tend not to tell him too much in case he gets caught. This time his job was to be the fake policeman and to tell the guards what to do while he "tended" to the problem of the explosion. After two more run throughs, we decided we were ready and quit for the day. I announced that we would have a final run through in two days, on Monday. The next day, the predetermined day for the robbery, we would hit the road and set our gear up at the bank. At precisely 2:30 P.M. (the least busiest time of the day and week for a bank), Scott would start his diversion tactics. If all went well, we were to meet back at the house at approximately 9:00 P.M., unless followed. Monday's final practice session went very smoothly and everyone was very excited about the next day. That night nobody slept well. You could hear the opening and closing of doors and the sound of the refrigerator door opening with a creak occasionally. It was well after midnight before everyone settled down. The next morning, Tuesday, the house was alive with the sound of activities going on all around. Most of us had been up since 6:00 A.M. People started to leave in their own unmarked cars at around 10:00 A.M. I decided not to take my limousine, instead I took my favorite car, a red Corvette equipped with my personal gear needed for monitoring and surveillance, not to mention weapons firing in front, rear, and both sides of the car. I was one of the first people to leave the hideout. When I got to the parking lot across the street from the front of the bank, Brian was there to meet me. He got into the car to talk. "Nice spot you got here," Brian said, "behind to bushes, away from the security cameras and it sits up high enough so you can see the front of the bank." Brian was just making small talk. He was here a few days ago setting up cameras in and around the bank so I could monitor everything that was going on. The cameras were equipped with an explosive devise so when we were done with them, or if someone came across one we could just blow it up along with any fingerprints on or around it. Brian and I talked awhile when finally I asked him if he had set up the satellite link to the cameras and head sets. Brian said, "Yes, of course, I did, and I even triple checked the linkage this morning." "Good," I said, "do you have my head set?" "Right here," and he handed me a very light weight remote headset, "and yes, I did rewire all of the alarms." "Well that should be everything, I'll see you tonight if everything goes according to plan." "Bye." After Brian left I set up my monitors which automatically came through the trunk and rested on top of the folded down passenger front seat. There were two monitors one flipped through the cameras in the bank every 5 seconds, the other one I controlled with a remote. Everything was working perfectly. At 2:29:47 P.M. it started. Scott went into the bank and made his strange and confusing demands to the bank tellers. Telling them when he would deposit money, when money would be transferred and other nightmares to deal with. Then Jonathan came bursting through the front door of the bank and ran straight to the elevators around the corner. Just as the elevator door was heard closing I told Sam to go into the bank. He was wearing his police uniform with "Texas" written on a patch that no one noticed at the time. He wore the Texas uniform so as not to get charged with impersonating a police officer, because Texas policemen don't have any jurisdiction in Arkansas. A few seconds after he entered the bank, the blast to the vault was set off and Sam told the guards to go chase the man who ran through the building since they knew the building better than he did. He also told the guards that he would investigate the blast and that he thought it came from a few buildings down the street. The gold and cash was quickly loaded into an unmarked eighteen-wheeler which the driver later stopped a few blocks down the road to put on a large sticker on either side of it marked "fresh goods". Scott left the bank disgusted by the terrible service and the "dreadful noises" made in the neighborhood. Jonathan was never found, because he left through a basement window escaping the guards who assumed he had gone up in the elevator. Everyone made it home safely, except for Sam. He was still on his way back, running late of course, when I heard over my police scanner that he was being followed on suspicion of assistance in a bank robbery. Five minutes later he was still being followed so I knew he was still headed toward the house. I quietly called John and Scott into the room and told them to load up the helicopter with the gold, to distribute the cash to the others, and not to worry about Sam. (A car bomb would take care of him.) While the two were doing their job, I started writing this document, because I knew no one would find out about any of this later and I wanted it published. So now I am writing this in hopes that, in my fireproof safe, it will survive the explosion that I will soon set off as I leave with John and Scott in the helicopter and head off to Australia, or China, or Canada, or Guam, or Italy, or Chile, or Egypt, or Norway, or India, or Mexico, or. . . Signed, J. J. J. |
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