The Golden Heist

It was a simple job and one of Johnny's specialties. If he got caught it would end up being his last job, but Johnny never got caught. For five years Johnny pulled heists. What else was he going to do, it was in his DNA, his and his family's.

Johnny scoped out the jobs in advance, while his brothers waited behind, sometimes circling the perimeter. They always waited until it was late, sometimes in the early morning hours. Sometimes, the rich vacationers were easiest to rob in the early morning hours, after they consumed their weight in booze and eats.

Everything looked safe to Johnny. The entire area was quiet and those that were out in the open were passed out by their expensive forms of transit. Johnny wasn't jealous, not in the least, as he walked by one of them and decided to leave his mark on the tires.

"Ha, ha," he said to himself. "A little liquid gold for all the gold I'm taking."

Johnny alerted his brothers that it was go time. The team of the four of them raided the site and when Johnny alerted they'd found what they wanted, they escaped, prized Twinkies in hand.