The Real Thief: Breakout
Now, let’s continue the story.
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James and Brandon gasped, not knowing what to do. They looked at each other, eye to eye, full of fear.
“James Arnolds and Brandon Schwelzter, both of you are under arrest for crime and impersonation!” one of the FBI officers shouted.
Brandon and James set foot forward, but Brandon had thought of an idea. He grabbed a dynamite and wrenched it out of his camo bag. Then, he strapped it with his belt to himself.
“You come near me with just one step, and I will blow all of us up!” he screamed, as he aimed a pistol at the dynamite that was strapped to himself.
James lifted his eyebrows for a second, but then went with the flow. He understood what they were going to do.
Both the criminals walked forward, and since Brandon kept aiming the pistol at the dynamite, all the FBI, including Bertha inched away. Once they reach near the hole of the underground cave, they quickly broke out into a run, being chased ferociously by the policemen.
“Hold your fire, boys,” the caption mentioned, “the whole place will blow up if we do!”
The criminal duo kept running for their lives, into the thick bushes of the jungle, as they heard dogs barking and faint voices from behind them. Swiftly, they rushed towards a tiny, steep cliff that separated the grasslands and jungle from the nearby road. They spotted the police cars, and sprinted to one of the black, sleek Fords, and drove away.
“Get them! What are you waiting for!” the captain ordered.
The policemen leaped into the other cars, and Martha was also seated in one of the cars. Off they sped into the distance, in hot pursuit of James and Brandon.
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“That was a clever thing you did back there, Brandon. A very, very clever thing!” James guffawed.
Brandon blushed, but still had enough motivation to keep the mood serious.
“Thanks, James, but we need to focus on driving faster, and then, keeping ourselves hidden.” Brandon replied.
They drove into a small town called Marriotsville, where they were greeted with a pleasant fragrance that wafted through the air. The fresh morning dew caught on with the roses that line the entrance to the own one both sides of the road. They drove into the town in search for a shanty. They found one, and took all the procedures and measures to make sure it was inhabited. James reached for the walkie-talkie.
“BQ, this is James. There is a monument hidden deep in a forest area near a town called Marriotsville. I will send you the exact coordinates. There will be a hole inside and ask your meant to go through that hole. There may still be policemen there so be careful and proceed wisely.”
Brandon quickly took out a large case from his backpack, and he pulled out two masks.
“We can wear these. Good thing I packed them.” Brandon mentioned.
They both donned the masks onto their faces. Just then, they heard three, loud knocks on the door. The police were here.