Story (v)

In an old, worn down warehouse a young man sat on a small chair, tied to it. There were bulky, mean looking men in suits walking around. One man was keeping an eye on him with his gun ready.                                                                                                                                                                                                             The young man thought how short a time ago he had been working in a dreary, old secondary school teaching students who couldn’t care less about their education. He reckoned the best job any of them would get would be at the till in McDonald’s.

  He almost missed that though, now that his life was at risk. It had been his average week at work, a few nights out, nothing very exciting. Eric Baker was a young, fit, athletic guy and enjoyed most exercise. That’s why one day he decided to go for a jog.                                                                                  He had gone on his usual route. It wasn’t very well known, but Eric had stumbled on it last year and continued to go there since. It was a secluded, untouched forest bursting with life. It was a treat for the senses. You could hear the birds singing, leaves rustling in the wind and the gentle flowing of a nearby stream. You were surrounded by green, every kind of tree imaginable grew there.                                                                                                                                                                                                              Eric was on his jog when he heard an unusual noise. It was voices.                                                           -This is fine, let’s just get out of here before somebody finds us.                                                                              -Will you calm down?Nobody ever comes here, it’s safe.                                                                                              -Still, let’s go. The money’s safe here. There’s no point in stayin’.                                                                  After a few minutes, when the men were gone, Eric crept of the bushes and over to where the men were talking. He had heard something about money, so he searched around for a bit.

  He couldn’t believe his eyes when he lifted a pile of moss and twigs and saw hundreds of thousands of euros. ‘Oh my God’ he thought. He rubbed his eyes. He didn’t know what to do. He was going to call the Gardai but then he had a better idea. ‘If I call the guards,’ he thought,’ the money will be taken off somewhere. But if I take a little bit for myself first, I could finally quit my awful job. I could live the rest of my days on a tropical paradise in a huge mansion…’                                                                               He was still dreaming when he heard a gun being loaded behind him.                                                       -Say goodnight, sunshine.                                                                                                                                            Then everything went black.                                                                                                                                      When he woke up he was tied to this chair in a warehouse. He didn’t have a clue where the warehouse was or how far these men had taken him.                                                                                                       -Where am I?                                                                                                                                                                    -You stay quiet! said a man standing next Eric as he hit him with the back of his gun.

-No, it’s ok Egorov, he can speak.                                                                                                                             This man seemed to be in charge, he gave that kind of impression. He was morbidly obese, with stubble all around his mouth. He had thick eyebrows and thicker brown hair. His eyes gave away nothing, nor did his accent.                                                                                                                                            -So where am I?                                                                                                                                                               -I can’t tell you that but I can tell you that we are going to free you, as long as you say nothing to the police.                                                                                                                                                                        -Really?                                                                                                                                                                                                -No! Ha ha!                                                                                                                                                                         His laugh was deep and booming. He laughed for at least a minute straight.                                         -That was hilarious! The look on your face!                                                                                                          -So what are you going to do with me?                                                                                                                     -I haven’t decided yet. A lot of my men here want me to kill you, but I’m not sure.

Men were filling bags with money all around him. He guessed there were ten or so. He spent the rest of that day doing nothing, just watching, waiting, trying to think of a plan.

Later in the day a lot of men left, including their leader. There was only four left. One man who was guarding him, leaned in close and whispered                                                                                                      -I can get you out of here.                                                                                                                                                -How?                                                                                                                                                                                   The guard didn’t reply, he just untied the ropes binding Eric to the chair.                                                                -Don’t move yet, he warned.                                                                                                                                     Eric was quite scared by now. He liked to think he was brave, but he was pretty terrified about how he was going to escape. It was later on in the day when the guard casually walked over and quietly put a gun in Eric’s hands, behind his back.

-Follow my lead.                                                                                                                                                               The guard walked over to the corner and pretended to see something unusual.                                                -Woah, what the hell is that?                                                                                                                                      All the other guards, wondering what it was, walked over to the corner, ’What?’ they asked.

-Don’t move, or I’ll put a bullet in your head,                                                                                                          said Eric as he stood up and pointed the gun at the guards. He fired at the ground at their feet to prove his point.                                                                                                                                                                    -Ok, ok calm down.                                                                                                                                                         Eric cautiously walked over to one of the bags full of money. He took as much as he could fit in his pockets.                                                                                                                                                                                 -Throw me your weapons!                                                                                                                                          All of the guards threw their weapons to him. The guard that helped Eric gave him a look. Eric shook his head slowly. He backed out of the warehouse and bolted the door. Then he called the Gardai and the men were arrested. As the guard who had helped him was being put into a Garda car, he was shouting.                                                                                                                                                                                -I’ll get you, you little traitor!                                                                                                                                      Eric never told the Gardai about the money he stole and he lived the rest of his days out on a beach-house on an island somewhere in the Pacific, just like he dreamed.

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