We had just pulled off the heist of the century and were on our way to our hideout at my dad's old photo studio. We were heavily armed, so we tried to move carefully, not to attract notice. We decided to cross the street and move in, one by one. Not many people were out, so it felt fairly secure. I start, but just as I'm about to move up to the sidewalk, I notice Thomas, the Dutch guy from Testronic, working as a G4S guard, moving up to me. I try to conceal my big machine gun behind my leg. He moves on without a word.
Once we've gotten into the studio, we start unpacking our things. Suddenly, the courtyard fills with the sound of sirens and police cars are swarming around the front. We hurry up to the second floor and take a zipline out of the window, down to the river where a boat is waiting for us. We get in the boat and speed away and DAMN I've forgotten the rest because I took too long to write this down. Annoying. It was such an awesome dream. Shit went down on the river. Water ski? Crocodiles. GOSH DARN IT.
Once we've gotten into the studio, we start unpacking our things. Suddenly, the courtyard fills with the sound of sirens and police cars are swarming around the front. We hurry up to the second floor and take a zipline out of the window, down to the river where a boat is waiting for us. We get in the boat and speed away and DAMN I've forgotten the rest because I took too long to write this down. Annoying. It was such an awesome dream. Shit went down on the river. Water ski? Crocodiles. GOSH DARN IT.
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