“Drive!” Dolen shouts at Victor, who peels away just as Dolen barely makes it into the relative safety of the car.
Dolen leans over to pull the door shut, smells the burning rubber, and flinches as shattered glass from the rear windshield sprinkles down from the lone bullet that manages to hit the car.
“Fuck, man!” Victor yells. “You alright?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Dolen responds between gasps. “Just go.” He leans back in the backseat and tries to calm down.
“I just hope this thing is worth it.” Victor checks the rearview.
“500k is worth it.”
“What even is it?”
“Don’t know. Looks strange though.”
“Is it a bomb? I don’t want to help no terrorists.”
“Fuck.” Dolen slides the cube out of the bag and looks at the strange symbols and self turning dials.
“Oh fuck!” Dolen exclaims.
“What is it?”
“It’s starting to glow!”
“Make it stop then! Make it stop!”
“I can’t!” Dolen spins and inspects the cube in a panic.
A flash of green lights up the night.
Dolen stands before a strange cube in a glass case.
He lifts the case, and an alarm sounds.
Dolen jams the cube into his bag and sprints outside.
“Drive!”
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Aaron Morrison
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That was a very fantastic piece congratulations 🎉🎉🎉 for top story 🎉🎉
OMG - hilarious conversation about a tense situation - I can actually visualize 2 thieves thinking they are so smart and....kaboom or...who knows. Great job! Micro Crime is perfect and congrats on TS.
Congrats for the top story!