I fidget with my cigarette as I toss back my second scotch rocks. What the hell went wrong? I had planned every thing to a t. Easy entry, five minutes to open the safe and bam, exit and across town to my safe house. Ya, right. I disabled two security alarms, cut the power to the entire office floor and wore a black ski mask and latex gloves. There shouldn’t have been any video cameras working and even if there were, I was covered up and couldn’t be recognized. Or could I?

I ordered a third scotch and kept going over and over the last night’s activity. Why am I nervous? Shit, it was perfect. Then the phone call came at ten that morning. I was in my apartment, miles away from my safe house across town. I wasn’t going to answer it but what the hell, it might be my contact for the plans to the microchip I lifted from the safe. $150,000 is very motivating.

"Hello, Jerry." Said an unfamiliar voice, "My name is Marty Raine. I am head of security at Intelligent Ch...

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