The Final Heist

“Have you ever done this before?” Asked Alice

“No never” replied Dean.

“Do you think we'll get caught?

“It's difficult to say but we have to at try.”

For Alice it was hard to decide which would be worse the wire or the guard dogs, either way she saw pain. Neither covert agent had so much in the balance, one false move could lead to a fatal error. Historically the worse penalty, temporary imprisonment, but this was the master prize, from here on out nothing would ever be the same again.

Dean’s surveyed the area and in one fast move, he slid across the floor and flipped round the corner like a snake. Alice took a different tact moving for high ground, climbing onto any obstacle that she could find, her plan, one clear profound leap snag the prize and out the door. Head-to-head Alice and Dean glanced at each other as Alice flew onto the prize, Ricocheting off the side and through a rear door. Dean turned on his heels and slipped into the jaws of a vicious Pomeranian.

Alice heard Dean’s screams, should she return? Maybe she’d drink grandma’s fruit cider first.