As it was raining cats and dogs, the group of friends drove along the road in their yellow Humvee. These were not just friends. They were acquaintances. The Humvee was a robbed one and they were heading towards another unlucky rich house.
“This time”, Joe told his friend, Bob, “do not open the fridge at all. Remember what a bad chef the last house had?” Bob smirked. Bob always had a snack during robberies, but in the last house that they had visited, a woman had kept a dog in the fridge. A dead one, I mean.
Now they were standing at the door of their target. Celine opened the lock with her skills. She always does it. The door shrieked as they opened the door to a house, rich for centuries and poor in a minute.
After some searching, they found the safe, which Celine had no problem in opening. Joe gave the order, “Take the cash to the truck.” Alex, the speediest of them all, finished the job in twenty four seconds flat. But he didn’t return. Bob ran to see what has happened to him. Nothing happened for the next few moments. Joe ordered Celine to go and then quietly followed her.
When he went outside he saw Celine, Bob and Alex in cuffs, and policemen everywhere. Joe ran for his life and managed to escape. But he lost all the loot and also all his friends. He was scared for his life. He vowed never to thieve again.