Stories tagged “heist”

  • Fat People

    Fat people are hard to kidnap. The operation had always been straightforward, wait until the right moment, approach, open doors, introduce to the van, leave. Not this time. The minister of Economy will attend the reception in Cuernavaca. We considered ...

  • The Emerald Cat Burglar

    She was perspiring. Heavily. Great slick beads of sweat that slid down the subtle curves of her face and neck. This wasn’t like her at all. It was distracting. Unprofessional. But she didn’t have the luxury of time to worry about it at the ...

  • A Gentleman's Game

    “Now that is a woman,” Gerard commented under his breath as he stepped into the Egyptian artifacts room of the museum. The klaxon of the security alarms was only a slight irritation as his gaze swept the open space, searching for his prize....

  • How are we funded, Professor?

    “This will be your first lesson in real science,” said the Professor, heaving a roll of extension cord into my arms, “Problem solving. Not the phooey you’re taught in classes.” “Oh really,” I said, smiling. ...

  • A Rough Patch (Mature)

    Anson: I hate jobs like this and I shoulda asked before, but this is a paying job, right? Simon: What do you think? I’m not out here for fun. Anson: I know. You and fun don’t mix. Simon: Whaddya mean? Anson: Nevermind. I just want your word...

  • Heists for Guns

    Johnny Reznor walked into Munitions Unlimited Inc. and ordered an Infinity Series no. 2. The receptionist looked him up and down and sneered. “I’m sorry, sir, that would require much more money than you are used—” “Cash,”...

    • Author: zxvasdf
    • Posted over 6 years ago.
  • The Street Finds Its Own Uses (Pt. 1)

    The sky over Nashville was still pitch-black, even at five in the morning, with forty-five minutes to sunup and a clear sky. They made their way to a parking garage Downtown, a few blocks from the half-built visage of the Paramount, with forged securit...

  • The Street Finds Its Own Uses (Pt. 2)

    Five hours later and five miles east, Ryan Gonçalves stared into his drink at an airport bar in Nashville. The bar was disgustingly new and trendy, with its former earth tones phased out in favour of post-Starbucks decor, all garish off-whites and red...

  • The Street Finds Its Own Uses (Pt. 3)

    She was Mike Kelly, an old friend from college. The phone turned on, activating his headset. “So, I heard you were in town?” He could practically hear her intense grin over the phone. She worked in a business whose precise function he still...

  • The Street Finds Its Own Uses (Pt. 4)

    The side of the parking garage across from the building was bedecked with equipment. The lion’s share, by mass at any rate, was in the form of large loudspeakers, attached unobtrusively to the walls. They played, at volume loud enough to deafen t...