Something I wrote a long time ago.

[midnghtraver]

I wrote this way back in 2007. Tell me what you think, what direction I should go in. Any advice would be nice!

The Thief

Samuels property, London, 2007
I smashed the window with my gloved fist to the Samuels garage, reaching my hand into the broken window, cutting my arm on the jagged glass.
“Damnit!” I grunted.
I grabbed onto the door handle and turned it. The door swung open with a creak, making me flinch. I turned around, and that’s when I saw the flashlight. I cursed again, and ran for the van. Only, on my way to the van, I noticed that there was no van.
“Those little bastards took off without me!” I muttered.
I jumped over the bushes dividing the Samuels from their neighbors. And dived into the open window of the Samuels neighbors car. I finally took time to look around. The person holding the flashlight must have not noticed me because I didn’t see them anymore. Then I got the voice in my earpiece.
“Get back to base now, Skye! I don’t know what happened, the Samuels weren’t supposed to be home. And your team leaving on you, their not going to hear the last of this!”
“I told you not to call me Skye, my name is Josh!” I replied.
“I’m going to call you Skye, you work for me I’m calling you what I’m supposed to!” Boss retorted.
“What ever, I’ve got this car hotwired, I’ll be there in five.”

Milbank, London, SW1P 4RG
“Hi I’m Shelly, how may I help you?” The bank teller asked.
I showed her my thief’s badge and she opened the desk and let me in to the bank. The Milbank in London is our headquarters. We try to stay low. Who would think that a thief’s organization would hold hq in a bank?
I walked into the boss’s office and threw down my earpiece on her desk.
“I quit,” I said, “I quit! This isn’t the first time you guys have screwed up!”
“I’m sorry, those agents have been taken care of, permanently” she replied.
“I don’t care, I’m done.”
“You know what happens to agents who quit…” boss said.
“Yeah, but its not gonna happen to me!” I say as I pull out my gun and point it right at her head.
“Are you really gonna shoot that gun?” she asked calmly.
I ignore her, “If you loose a few guards, you can blame me.”
“I don’t think so Skye.” She said.
“My names Josh!” I said, and pulled the trigger.
Now I’m running through the agency, nobody knows that the Chief’s dead yet. But they’ll pick up on it soon. By the time I get to the guards, I see them listening through their earpieces. When I get to them they look up at me they pull there guns.
“I’m sorry sir, we cant let you pass. The chief has been shot and no one leaves the building, I’m sorry but-”
“I shot the chief,” I interrupted pointing my gun at the first guard and shooting.
Then while the other guard is shocked into frozenness, I grab his key card and swipe the door, and I was out of there.