by Kevin J. Putnam

Created on: August 08, 2008   Last Updated: August 13, 2008

"Don't fool yourself, man" Bob barked, "Just get me out of this!" He was screaming at a thin, tall man wearing a sweat and grease stained t-shirt with U2 stamped on it. Bill was shaking and his shattered nerves we coming to an end. Bib the short, stout guy had and idea of how he and Bill could get some cash. "It's all very simple, just leave the details up to me." Bill as usual hesitated slightly, and grimaced. He had lots of experience with Bob "ideas". From starting a porn web sight, to joining the army. Bob was one idea after another, most of his ideas sank from view quickly in the booze, cigarettes and bacon stained apartment. But every once in a while, Bill would bite, and this time he might have went to far.

Bob was stuck, he was stuck in vent, in a roof, that covered the pizza joint on 5th street. It was not any pizza joint it was one of the most popular in Oakdale. On a friday night more than a thousand dollars could be stashed away in the small town vault. Bob's sister had worked for Fred's, that's the name of the Pizza joint. Carol, Bob's sister was a lot like Bob, but brighter and female. Carol of course gave Bob some of the left over pizzas after her shift, she was the closer so the perks went to her. In return, Bob would listen to her and be a "brother". It was in the exchange of banter that she told him about the safe, which really was not a safe, just a well disguised microwave that would hold the weekend's cash till Fred could get to the Bank on Monday.

Bill was on the roof peering through the darkness to see if he could see any light. Bob was wedged in the vent, and if Bill could see the night lights of the joint, then he might be able to pry him out. It was silent, summer night, except for an occasional dog bark and a trucker making his was to L.A. on the interstate. Bill had the cash, a wad of green bills stuffed into his backpack. He had descended into the joint and tried to follow Bob's instructions on how to open the microwave, which the clever Fred had latched from inside with a secret string in back that needed to be pulled. Bill had found what he thought was a string, but it was only the wire cord that fed the microwave electricity at one time. He yanked and yanked, then called quietly to Bob for help.

Bob got frustrated after ten minutes of Bill running back to the microwave to try the same suggestion, which of course failed every time. He had not told Bob he was pulling on black cord on the back of the microwave. Bob then decided that

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