The thief was burly. He was intimidating. But sadly for him, he wasn’t very bright. He was just looking for a way to get rich quick. He didn’t care how he got rich. He cared little for others' well being, and that seemed to often get him in trouble.
“After tonight, I will be rich! This scheme will top all of those before me, for this is the greatest plan ever orchestrated by a common thief such as myself! Everyone will cower in fear when they hear the name John Smith,” the thief thought. John Smith, of course, was merely a pseudonym. None knew his real name, and the thief seemed to like it that way.
John avidly pulled a black mask over his head to conceal his face. The scheme would take place that night. He assured himself that all would go well, and in a matter of time, he would be a legend among all criminals.
Black gloves were pulled over his meaty fingers, and he sighed. “Is this really the way to go?” he reconsidered. He twitched his head, shaking off his conscience. He hadn’t always been a criminal. He had just allowed himself to be pulled into a world of crime and sin. The tiny shred of a conscience that he still had was diminishing though. Soon, there would be nothing left of what he had once been.
John made his way out of the small apartment that he stayed in and out into the open air. A dark, rainy atmosphere enveloped the quiet city, and it was a prime day for what he was about to do. He stuck to the shadows and made his way through the city. He passed stores and apartment complexes. After several minutes of walking, John paused and pulled out an intricate map.
The map was of a long abandoned sewage system that ran underground. It had been forgotten by all except for several, one of the several being John. A more modern sewer that worked better had replaced it. Once the new sewer had been built, no one bothered to do anything to the old one. It wasn’t worth anybody’s time, for it was underground and not within plain sight.
There was a tunnel that led directly into a bank located nearby, and that was the tunnel that would be used. The tunnel led right up into a warehouse that was part of the bank, which was directly next to the vault. The scheme seemed foolproof, but was it really?
John lifted up a manhole and climbed down a grimy metal ladder into the depths of the sewer. He lifted the manhole back over his head and turned on an electric lantern that he had carried along. The lantern illuminated the sewer, and the thief was met with a terrifying sight: a horde of pudgy rats filling the tunnel.
When the rats saw the light, however, they fled in fright, and John laughed. “Serves you right, dumb rodents!” John’s voice echoed throughout the tunnel. He finished climbing down the ladder and dropped onto the ground. He examined the map once more and set off down a tunnel. A smug grin was plastered on John’s face; he was in a happy mood.
His boots squelched through the muck in the sewage tunnel. It was just like one would imagine a sewer: there was a small metal walkway that John was walking on, and a thick soup of waste next to it. The tunnel reeked, but John was willing to tolerate it. He would do anything to get that money…
John was a sweaty fellow, and in no time, his entire body, especially beneath his arms, was coated with a thin layer of sweat. When John got out of the sewer, he was going to smell bad.
John’s pace was unbroken as he followed the route he had planned out. He met several intersections, but with a quick glance at the map, he continued on. Minutes went by. No sounds were audible other than John’s footsteps, the pitter-patter of rats dashing around, and the dripping water. It was a rather creepy place, and it suited John well.
“Almost there,” he mumbled. Finally, after walking a bit more, he stopped in front of another rusty, metal ladder. John held his lantern up to it and began climbing. He went up slowly, making sure that he didn’t make a false step. The clandestine scheme was about to come to its climax.
He reached the top of the ladder and was met with another manhole. He held onto the ladder with one hand and laid the lantern against the ladder. With his free hand, he pushed up on the manhole. It popped off and landed with a clattering sound.
John quickly hopped up and into the room. It was then that he realized that he was certainly not in any bank. He must’ve made a wrong turn in the abandoned sewer, for now, he was in the complete opposite of a bank. He was in a jail.
Before John could react, a security guard yelled from behind him. “Hey! This guy’s tryin’ to break out the other prisoners! Get him!” John was tackled in a rough way by several guards. He hit the ground with a sickening thud.
John’s hands were wrenched behind his back and handcuffs were clamped over his wrists. “This oughta land you a couple months here. Attempting to break out cons is a serious offense. You’ll have to see what the court has to say,” a guard said as he led John to his own cell. He would be kept there until the next day.
“But-but I’m innocent!” John declared in a whining voice as he was thrust into a cell.
The guard laughed. “That’s what they all say!” With that, the guard slammed the cell door and walked away.
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