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Angel Feathers #1101641 added November 15, 2025 at 1:29am
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Inside Job
How come he was always chosen for everything? Just because he's better-looking than me doesn't mean he knows how to catch jewel thieves. I've been a detective longer than he has.
But no, they pass over me, Dave, the guy with the scar and the brains, and opt for Wayne, the guy with neither scar nor brains. He's the kind everyone will say when he dies, “oh, his smile lit up the room! He'd give you the shirt off his back!” Like having a golden retriever as a guard dog.
“Hey Dave, what's the matter?” Wayne interrupted my grumpy reverie, leaning over my desk with a coffee cup. “You look especially sour today. Why, even your frown is wearing a frown!”
I couldn't help laughing. He means well, I suppose.
“I'm afraid you aren't smart enough to outsmart the guys behind these heists,” I said bluntly.
No one ever told me I suffered from indirectness. He raised an eyebrow.
“What, you thought I'd be going it alone? Your assistance is an indispensable part of the plan!”
“Really? Now you're talking.”
And that's how we ended up prowling the Louvre at about a quarter to one in the morning, dodging security lasers and sleepy guards. Our mission: test the system to ensure it was working optimally. A thrill of excitement slipped through my veins as I imagined this must be how thieves feel when they're about to make off with the biggest heist of the century.
We stood at last in front of the national treasures, glittering under eerie red Exit signs. The AC hummed, maintaining perfect climate control. Wayne pulled a wrench out of his sack. The fact we'd gotten this far was alarming, really. I glanced around furtively, expecting a guard to come running with floodlights at any moment.
Just as Wayne was about to shatter the glass and grab the goods, heavy footsteps sounded in the outer hallway. We ducked behind the display case. A flashlight's narrow, concentrated beam sliced through the shadows with dangerous precision. It was a guard in uniform… But holding a crowbar and a sack. The Exit signs winked out. I guessed by the sudden silence of the air conditioning, that someone must've shut off the electricity.
This guard smashed his way into the crown jewels, swept them into his sack and prepared to leave. Wayne jumped to his feet,
“Hey, boss,” he gruffed, “you forgot the most important thing!”
Startled, the guy turned to see who it was. Wayne tackled him to the floor while I radioed for backup. Who knew an inside job was brewing under our noses?
Back at the office, we shared a good laugh over things. I guess Wayne makes a good partner after all. Sometimes, it takes two.
Words: 460.
Written for: "Starting Stories" 
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