The Daring Escape

Breaking news! The London Museum of Art has just been robbed late last night, and the robbers took three Picasso’s and five Van Gough's! The tv blared the next morning, waking the entirety of London. The city was in an uproar all except two very cunning and happy lovers as they lay in bed with smiles on their faces.

“What are we going to do now, love?" asked Sean. His smile still in place as he rubbed Isabel's back.

“We should fence the Van Gough’s and then head back to France while London is still a hot zone," said Isabel. With the grace of a ballet dancer, Isabel lifted herself off the silk sheets and walked to the window. She threw open the curtains with a flick of her wrists and looked back longingly at Sean.

“We better hurry then love! I have a feeling that the Bobbies will be here at any moment," said Sean. An expression of anxiousness crossed his handsome face as he peered at the camera displays around the room.

“Then we should torch the place to get rid of any evidence!” said Isabel.

“I’ll get the gas while you get the car running and the paintings love.”

Sean grabbed his AR-57 and walked to the door, careful to not make any distinct noises as he wordlessly picked up the metal can. Sean flipped the metal can over and started pouring the gas on the floor. The smell began to fill the room with a sour tang that seemed to linger as he walked over to the hearth. Alarm bells started whirring in the background as if an F6 tornado had suddenly touched down.

“Isabel, we need to go now!" said Sean. He had matches in his hands and was frantically scratching at the box.

"The car is loaded and ready to go!" said Isabel. She appeared by the security camera displays gasping for breath as if she had just run a marathon and won first place. She pulled her out her AR-57 and peered around the corner into hall. There was a thunderous crack that filled the air accompanied by the smell of gun powder. Bullets started whizzing by boring holes into the wall as Isabel yanked her head back.

“Go out the back love! I will hold them here for as long as I can!” said Sean. He pointed his gun down the hall shooting burst of cover fire while Isabel inched towards the backdoor.

"Let's go, Sean, I am already out the back, and the coast is clear," said Isabel. Her mouth had gone dry, and the rancid taste of last night's dinner started coming back up.

Sean made his way for the door shooting in an alternate burst as he backed away from the corner of the hall. Bobbies started pressing into the hallway as Sean was moving away. In an instant, Sean felt a wave of heat that seemed to radiate out of his body. He flinched at the pain and looked down and saw the blood gushing out of his arm. Sean rushed for the door. He grasped the cold handle and nearly slipped as the warm blood started running down his arm onto the handle.

"Sean, you've been shot we need to get to the car and patch that up as soon as possible," said Isabel. Fear started coursing through her entire body as if she had been dumped into a pool filled with ice water.

"I'm ok, love, just get to the car while I cover you."

“No, I will not! You are coming with me whether you like it or not!”

“Fine! We need to get out of here MI6 has to be close now that the Bobbies have arrived to slow us down.”

Sean and Isabel jumped over a low wall and ran in a kneeled position to their car. Gun chatter could be heard all around the neighborhood. Sean stopped briefly to return fire at the Bobbies, but a second later, a flash-bang grenade flew over his head and went off. His ears were ringing, and his eyes were blinded by the flash of white light. There was another wave of heat and a sharp pain this time Sean felt it in his abdomen. Isabel had already made it to the blue Porsche 911 Turbo and was revving the engine.

"Just go, love! I will find another way out of here!" said Sean. His expression was one of sadness as he urged his lover away.

The flames from the house were clawing the morning sky like that of howling wildcat in a furious battle. The heat felt like the sun had descended down onto the Earth and scorched just this single house. Black smoke blotted out the blue of the bright morning sky while firetrucks came barreling down the road. Isabel peeled out, leaving a tire tread mark as she drove away without as much as a glance back. A cold smile appeared on Sean’s face as he watched her disappear into the distance.

The End