The Thief: Part 5

The soft whistling of birds and the loud roar of the crane woke Walter and Bertha up from their worn-out bed.

“Repairing the kitchen is probably going to take quite a long time, Walter.” Bertha mentioned.

“Good thing we have our back-up food supply,’ Walter replied, placing his feet on the soft, carpeted floor. He thought of everything that had happened to him in the last few days, The thief robbing him, Bertha going to the hospital, the nice taxi driver, and the gang of “policemen” crashing through his kitchen

“At least, we will be secure now. There are many construction workers near what used to be the “kitchen” of their home, and Officer Carlos’s real policeman stationed on all corners and edges.” Walter muttered under his breath, releasing a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, he heard the front door open, and he thought it was one of the policemen, but it turned out to be a muscular man just like Carlos, but had a lighter skin tone and wore a black suit, white vest, and donned on black glasses as if he was part of the FBI.

“Wait a minute aren’t yo…” Walter inquired, immediately interrupted by the man.

“Not time for a discussion, but we need to evacuate you and your wife; the policemen and constructions workers already are. Your home is about to be bombed!” the muscular man alerted.

“Bombed!?” Walter screamed, rushing to his wife, and once she was secure with new visitor, he led all of them in his huge, white, king-sized Cadillac, and some of the workers followed them in the Ford pick-up truck. Just when they reached a bunker, they heard a WHOOSH! CRASH! KA-POW!

Walter and Bertha’s home was torn into pieces, but once they were about to cry someone banged on the bunker doors. They somehow opened, and in came the thief with a lock pick. Walter gasped, not believing who was right in front of him.

The robber removed his red hoodie and snickered.

“Hello, father.” he uttered.