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A Peach of a Job
I’m never stealing from a friend again, especially one who asks me to do it. Simple, Frank said. An in-and out-job, he said. Now I’m being chased down fourteen flights of stairs by what sounds like a private army. All jack boots and shouts of ‘she’s down there’. I’m surprised they haven’t started shooting yet. Maybe they don’t want to damage the walls.
Nine. The floor numbers ticked down slower than my lung capacity. They’ll catch me before the bottom at this rate. I open floor doors as I go, hoping to thin out the army behind me. Hardly going to make much difference, I’d struggled against an asthmatic rabbit at the moment.
Seven. This job makes less and less sense. Frank gave me the code for the alarm. How did he forget the private army?
Four. Almost there. I might actually make this. I can see the hint of the red fire door.
Three. Two. I don’t care if it is alarmed.
One. I slam into the metal bar. The door gives more easily than I expected and thud! I ran into something squashy yet solid. The pavement isn’t squashy at all. I sit up to see Frank doing the same.
“What the hell Frank?” I pull off my balaclava. How the hell did you forget to mention the security team?”
His skin goes the same colour as the pavement the private army, in police uniforms, floods onto. Blue flashing lights flicker closer and closer.
“Miss.” The lead officer holds his hand out. “Give me the drive and we’ll let you on your way.”
I pass it over. The job wasn’t worth going to prison for.
“A peach of job in more ways than one.” He winks.
No need to twist the knife. Hopefully deserves to go down for whatever he did.