Theiving Essay, Research Paper
Theiving
Jason awoke in a sweat again. The red digital display of the clock radio told him it was 3:15AM, and although he wanted to go back to sleep, he knew he wouldn t be able to – he hadn t had a good night s sleep since his last job with Mat Johnson. It was the First National Bank on High Street. As soon as they started grabbing cash the cops were there. Jason had noticed and had ran out the back door, but Mat was too slow – he got shot in the head. It had been the end of Jason Lennox s career as an armed robber, even though he thrived on the feeling he got when running out of a bank, a bag full of cash in one hand, a sawn off rifle in the other. He loved out-running the police, jumping fences and dodging through thin alleyways, but since Mat died, he couldn t bring himself to do it again even though he wanted to.
Although Jason was no longer an armed robber, he still had to get money, and now he had to resort to a different way of thieving. Now, he would visit a bank at about two or three o clock in the morning, pick the lock on the door, destroy the security system and crack the vault. This method was a lot slower than armed robbery, and a lot less fun, but it brought in as much as a hold up, sometimes even more.
It was September 14th, two thirty am. Jason stepped silently from the small red hatchback parked in the street outside of the Federation Bank Building. He stood for a moment, letting his eyes scan the street, and on finding no one, grabbed his bag and jogged quietly across the road to the front doors of the bank. There were two pin tumbler locks protecting the doors, but he quickly picked them both and entered the building, immediately scanning the room for security devices. There was a movement sensor in the far left corner of the room, focused to the right of his head. He slowly and carefully drew his gun and put a bullet through the sensor s lens. With the security out of the way, he made his way to the back of the bank and down the small corridor to the vault. The vault was protected with a large metal grill, and although it had a lock on it, when he tried to pick it,
When he reached the vault, Jason knew exactly what to do. It was a combination-style lock, but also needed to be opened with a key. Jason quickly removed a hacksaw from his bag and after a few minutes of furious sawing, had removed the dial from the vault. Pulling out his drill again, he began to drill through the pins of both the key, and combination locks. He had drilled through two of the pins on the key lock when he heard the noise. He stopped instantly and crawled out into the main room of the bank. There was a security officer on the other side of the glass shining his torch in! As the beam swung towards Jason, he quickly ducked into the corridor and immediately drew his gun. He could here the door opening and loaded his pistol. As he lifted his gun and got ready to fire, he remembered poor Mat. He just couldn t bring himself to do it. Instead, he ran quickly (but silently) down the corridor, retrieved his bag of equipment and climbed to the top of the open grill. The footsteps came down the corridor and the torch beam of the security officer was on the vault. He started running, and was soon inspecting the vault.
Jason stood on top of the grill, breathing hard, a bead of sweat trickling down his face, landing on his sports shoe. It was like the old days for him. The hiding, the chase, the fear and the adrenaline mixed together in a potent cocktail. The security guard turned and surveyed the room quickly and radioed in his find. Jason saw this and quickly and quietly climbed down to the floor and ran. He emerged from the corridor and out into the main room of the bank. He was jogging at a reasonable speed, but as he turned to get to the door, his sports shoes squealed deafeningly on the tiled floor, and the footsteps from down the hall became louder. Jason stopped for a moment, wondering what to do, but soon, his old reflexes returned to him and he ran at full speed out of the bank and to his car.