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12 December 2016
The Departure
The pile of sheets which covered the large sized object in the middle of the bed began to stir. Jacob's usual routine was to begin as usual and on time. Or rather not on time. The only thing different was in fact the time. He climbed out of bed and lazily threw his hand onto the top of the alarm to turn it off. It was three in the morning. All was dark and with the light from the moon Jacobs shadow was projected onto his pale blue bedroom wall. It seemed to be dancing, rather like an actor on stage but with that certain uneasiness.
His clothes were set out beside the bed in an orderly fashion and in a tidy pile. However what was strange and unusual about this super tidy pile was the passport which was poking out from the left trouser pocket. But even worse was the object which was located on the side of his dressing table. The dark black revolver seemed to watch and cast a dark shadow over the whole of Jacob’s room. It seemed to have eyes and watched intently on every move Jacob made. His mobile phone vibrated on the hard oak table and made Jacob jerk suddenly. A quick recap of the plan was due and so his friend had called to double check the routine. After two minutes the conversation was over and the phone was placed into his right trouser pocket. He gathered up all his items and shoved them forcefully into a black leather bag which was then swung over his shoulder. He grabbed the passport and slid it into the inside of his silk jacket and with so went the revolver.
The 5 men gathered at La Guardia airport situated in New York USA. At precisely 7 am, the 5 men had departed for England. The gun had been slipped into the bottom pocket of Jacob’s suitcase which was full of plastic toy guns and was now in a storage compartment in the belly of the plane. He was questioned about these, but security guards were informed that they were just transporting some toys and so didn’t find the real gun camouflaged amongst all the other fakes. The journey to England had nearly ended. However the adventure of the ‘foreigners’ had merely just begun.
The next nearest taxi was parked a few meters from the exit of Heathrow airport, London. It took them roughly half an hour to reach their destination at the Blakemore hotel. Some were starting to feel the heat and you could just see that hint of regret within 3 of the men, but Jacob insisted of staying strong. What would the other men be without him? They would never have got this far. Each door of the taxi swung open and the men were greeted by the very loud noise of a police siren. Each and every one of them jumped and looked over their shoulder. They couldn’t help but look suspicious and so speeded up and lengthening their stride until the police car drove past. The door of the hotel was pushed open and in went the foreigners.
If they were to keep on time and stick to the original routine, they would have to be changed and ready to leave for the bank at precisely 4pm. All was quiet. All was calm. The get away vehicle was in position and Jacob had the car keys in hand. The balaclavas lay in height order of the person they belonged to and so were the bags. Each man was now fully equipped and ready to go. The speed of pumping blood increased dramatically as they entered the vehicle. Oil and matches were positioned in the boot to burn any evidence or traces that could be left behind in the stolen get away vehicle. The handbrake was pulled and the car keys were returned to their master. The car came to a Holt. Deep breaths of cold, fresh air were inhaled. This was the day. This was the moment which could either make them millionaires or keep them locked away In jail for the rest of their lives. Their fates were yet to be revealed.
The Departure
The pile of sheets which covered the large sized object in the middle of the bed began to stir. Jacob's usual routine was to begin as usual and on time. Or rather not on time. The only thing different was in fact the time. He climbed out of bed and lazily threw his hand onto the top of the alarm to turn it off. It was three in the morning. All was dark and with the light from the moon Jacobs shadow was projected onto his pale blue bedroom wall. It seemed to be dancing, rather like an actor on stage but with that certain uneasiness.
His clothes were set out beside the bed in an orderly fashion and in a tidy pile. However what was strange and unusual about this super tidy pile was the passport which was poking out from the left trouser pocket. But even worse was the object which was located on the side of his dressing table. The dark black revolver seemed to watch and cast a dark shadow over the whole of Jacob’s room. It seemed to have eyes and watched intently on every move Jacob made. His mobile phone vibrated on the hard oak table and made Jacob jerk suddenly. A quick recap of the plan was due and so his friend had called to double check the routine. After two minutes the conversation was over and the phone was placed into his right trouser pocket. He gathered up all his items and shoved them forcefully into a black leather bag which was then swung over his shoulder. He grabbed the passport and slid it into the inside of his silk jacket and with so went the revolver.
The 5 men gathered at La Guardia airport situated in New York USA. At precisely 7 am, the 5 men had departed for England. The gun had been slipped into the bottom pocket of Jacob’s suitcase which was full of plastic toy guns and was now in a storage compartment in the belly of the plane. He was questioned about these, but security guards were informed that they were just transporting some toys and so didn’t find the real gun camouflaged amongst all the other fakes. The journey to England had nearly ended. However the adventure of the ‘foreigners’ had merely just begun.
The next nearest taxi was parked a few meters from the exit of Heathrow airport, London. It took them roughly half an hour to reach their destination at the Blakemore hotel. Some were starting to feel the heat and you could just see that hint of regret within 3 of the men, but Jacob insisted of staying strong. What would the other men be without him? They would never have got this far. Each door of the taxi swung open and the men were greeted by the very loud noise of a police siren. Each and every one of them jumped and looked over their shoulder. They couldn’t help but look suspicious and so speeded up and lengthening their stride until the police car drove past. The door of the hotel was pushed open and in went the foreigners.
If they were to keep on time and stick to the original routine, they would have to be changed and ready to leave for the bank at precisely 4pm. All was quiet. All was calm. The get away vehicle was in position and Jacob had the car keys in hand. The balaclavas lay in height order of the person they belonged to and so were the bags. Each man was now fully equipped and ready to go. The speed of pumping blood increased dramatically as they entered the vehicle. Oil and matches were positioned in the boot to burn any evidence or traces that could be left behind in the stolen get away vehicle. The handbrake was pulled and the car keys were returned to their master. The car came to a Holt. Deep breaths of cold, fresh air were inhaled. This was the day. This was the moment which could either make them millionaires or keep them locked away In jail for the rest of their lives. Their fates were yet to be revealed.
12 December 2016
The Departure
The pile of sheets which covered the large sized object in the middle of the bed began to stir. Jacob's usual routine was to begin as usual and on time. Or rather not on time. The only thing different was in fact the time. He climbed out of bed and lazily threw his hand onto the top of the alarm to turn it off. It was three in the morning. All was dark and with the light from the moon Jacobs shadow was projected onto his pale blue bedroom wall. It seemed to be dancing, rather like an actor on stage but with that certain uneasiness.
His clothes were set out beside the bed in an orderly fashion and in a tidy pile. However what was strange and unusual about this super tidy pile was the passport which was poking out from the left trouser pocket. But even worse was the object which was located on the side of his dressing table. The dark black revolver seemed to watch and cast a dark shadow over the whole of Jacob’s room. It seemed to have eyes and watched intently on every move Jacob made. His mobile phone vibrated on the hard oak table and made Jacob jerk suddenly. A quick recap of the plan was due and so his friend had called to double check the routine. After two minutes the conversation was over and the phone was placed into his right trouser pocket. He gathered up all his items and shoved them forcefully into a black leather bag which was then swung over his shoulder. He grabbed the passport and slid it into the inside of his silk jacket and with so went the revolver.
The 5 men gathered at La Guardia airport situated in New York USA. At precisely 7 am, the 5 men had departed for England. The gun had been slipped into the bottom pocket of Jacob’s suitcase which was full of plastic toy guns and was now in a storage compartment in the belly of the plane. He was questioned about these, but security guards were informed that they were just transporting some toys and so didn’t find the real gun camouflaged amongst all the other fakes. The journey to England had nearly ended. However the adventure of the ‘foreigners’ had merely just begun.
The next nearest taxi was parked a few meters from the exit of Heathrow airport, London. It took them roughly half an hour to reach their destination at the Blakemore hotel. Some were starting to feel the heat and you could just see that hint of regret within 3 of the men, but Jacob insisted of staying strong. What would the other men be without him? They would never have got this far. Each door of the taxi swung open and the men were greeted by the very loud noise of a police siren. Each and every one of them jumped and looked over their shoulder. They couldn’t help but look suspicious and so speeded up and lengthening their stride until the police car drove past. The door of the hotel was pushed open and in went the foreigners.
If they were to keep on time and stick to the original routine, they would have to be changed and ready to leave for the bank at precisely 4pm. All was quiet. All was calm. The get away vehicle was in position and Jacob had the car keys in hand. The balaclavas lay in height order of the person they belonged to and so were the bags. Each man was now fully equipped and ready to go. The speed of pumping blood increased dramatically as they entered the vehicle. Oil and matches were positioned in the boot to burn any evidence or traces that could be left behind in the stolen get away vehicle. The handbrake was pulled and the car keys were returned to their master. The car came to a Holt. Deep breaths of cold, fresh air were inhaled. This was the day. This was the moment which could either make them millionaires or keep them locked away In jail for the rest of their lives. Their fates were yet to be revealed.
The Departure
The pile of sheets which covered the large sized object in the middle of the bed began to stir. Jacob's usual routine was to begin as usual and on time. Or rather not on time. The only thing different was in fact the time. He climbed out of bed and lazily threw his hand onto the top of the alarm to turn it off. It was three in the morning. All was dark and with the light from the moon Jacobs shadow was projected onto his pale blue bedroom wall. It seemed to be dancing, rather like an actor on stage but with that certain uneasiness.
His clothes were set out beside the bed in an orderly fashion and in a tidy pile. However what was strange and unusual about this super tidy pile was the passport which was poking out from the left trouser pocket. But even worse was the object which was located on the side of his dressing table. The dark black revolver seemed to watch and cast a dark shadow over the whole of Jacob’s room. It seemed to have eyes and watched intently on every move Jacob made. His mobile phone vibrated on the hard oak table and made Jacob jerk suddenly. A quick recap of the plan was due and so his friend had called to double check the routine. After two minutes the conversation was over and the phone was placed into his right trouser pocket. He gathered up all his items and shoved them forcefully into a black leather bag which was then swung over his shoulder. He grabbed the passport and slid it into the inside of his silk jacket and with so went the revolver.
The 5 men gathered at La Guardia airport situated in New York USA. At precisely 7 am, the 5 men had departed for England. The gun had been slipped into the bottom pocket of Jacob’s suitcase which was full of plastic toy guns and was now in a storage compartment in the belly of the plane. He was questioned about these, but security guards were informed that they were just transporting some toys and so didn’t find the real gun camouflaged amongst all the other fakes. The journey to England had nearly ended. However the adventure of the ‘foreigners’ had merely just begun.
The next nearest taxi was parked a few meters from the exit of Heathrow airport, London. It took them roughly half an hour to reach their destination at the Blakemore hotel. Some were starting to feel the heat and you could just see that hint of regret within 3 of the men, but Jacob insisted of staying strong. What would the other men be without him? They would never have got this far. Each door of the taxi swung open and the men were greeted by the very loud noise of a police siren. Each and every one of them jumped and looked over their shoulder. They couldn’t help but look suspicious and so speeded up and lengthening their stride until the police car drove past. The door of the hotel was pushed open and in went the foreigners.
If they were to keep on time and stick to the original routine, they would have to be changed and ready to leave for the bank at precisely 4pm. All was quiet. All was calm. The get away vehicle was in position and Jacob had the car keys in hand. The balaclavas lay in height order of the person they belonged to and so were the bags. Each man was now fully equipped and ready to go. The speed of pumping blood increased dramatically as they entered the vehicle. Oil and matches were positioned in the boot to burn any evidence or traces that could be left behind in the stolen get away vehicle. The handbrake was pulled and the car keys were returned to their master. The car came to a Holt. Deep breaths of cold, fresh air were inhaled. This was the day. This was the moment which could either make them millionaires or keep them locked away In jail for the rest of their lives. Their fates were yet to be revealed.
Again, sounds like part of a longer story rather than a short story in itself. It does match the critera, though, so points for that.
It's also quite well written and paced.
It's also quite well written and paced.