"Do you remember your assignment, William?" said Captain Harkness.
"Affirmative, sir. When we arrive in London, I report immediately to the Tower with the netting."
"Kate, your assignment?"
"Upon arrival, I report to the Tower and enter the queue to view the Crown Jewels. You will already be inside."
"Precisely. Do you both remember the objective?"
In unison, "Affirmative sir!"
"Remember, we have to get them out without harm. They must be in pristine condition when we deliver them to the collector."
"Sir, we have rehearsed until the plan is second nature. We will not disappoint you or the collector. The payday is too good to risk any mistake," said Kate.
"The distraction must be successful. You must keep all patrons in the Tower jewel room distracted until the objectives are gathered and taken along the secret path to the river boat."
"Sir, we have arrived. We are entering the tower grounds now."
"At my post, sir," William spoke into the transmitter.
"I see you entering the room, Kate. Go for the jewels."
Chaos ensues in the Crown Jewel room. Kate and Captain Harkness are captured.
William reports, "Captain, the heist is a success. The Ravens are on the boat."
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Thomas Durbin
Raised in rural east-central Illinois, I appreciate nature and the environment. I'm a father, grandfather, professional engineer-scientist, leader, scouts leader, coach, stoic, minimalist, costumer, historian, traveler, and writer.
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