“Come on, I have been your friend for 10 years now.”
“True. Well they only have two security systems.”
“Only two?”
“Wait for it. They have a battery sensor.”
“I thought they hadn’t released that yet, I was told they were still testing it.”
“Yes they were testing it here and it works perfectly. As a thank you present the inventor, Pritesh Braun, gave it to us.”
“What do you need that for?”
“So if someone tries to break in and use a torch or something with a battery, then all the doors will be shut and the alarm would go off.”
“Wow, that’s hi tech!”
“I know.”
“So what’s the second one?”
“Oh, it’s a CCTV camera.”
“Everyone has one of those, even the bakery across the road.”
“ Ah, but this CCTV camera is better. As soon as it sees anyone over two feet tall moving towards the door the alarm will go off and the police will be notified.
“We’ll have to get in from above.”
“Pardon?”
“Oh I-I said we’ll need one of those above the building.”
“I bet the bakery doesn’t have that.”
“It sure doesn’t. Thanks a lot, bye”
“See ya.”
“What am I going to do? Think Tony. Think. There is no way I can get in. What am I going to do? How tall did he say? Three feet, but I’m six foot 11 and Melvin is five foot eight. It is impossible! Never say never. To dodge the battery sensor is easy, we will just use a candle. The CCTV is harder. Maybe Melvin will have a better idea. I’ll call him tomorrow morning.
Morning came. It was a beautiful day, scarred by the sound of half a dozen helicopters. The tall sergeant decided to dial fragile Melvin’s phone number.
“ Oi Melv how are you? It’s me Tony”
“A-a-a-llright sarge.”
“Slept well?”
“Not really.”
“Never mind. You set for tonight?”
“Uh Yeah.”
“ Got a torch?”
“Of course sir!”
“Scrap it”
“Why Tony? I mean sarge?”
“I give up. MY NAME IS TONY!”
“S-s-s-o-o-o-r-r-r-y y-y-ou were s-s-aying.”
“Ever heard of a battery sensor. Well they’ve got it.”
“Oh my, so what we going to do?”
“Use a candle.”
“ Eerrm errm sir isn’t that a fire hazard.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“What ever you say.”
“One problem, they have a motion sensor.”
“So?”
“So, how are we going to get in?”
“How high does the motion sensor, sense up to?”
“Three feet.”
“Easy! We crawl.”
“Now I know why I picked you for this operation.”
“Thank you sir.”
“Okay. You bring a rope, a bag full of newspapers, a chisel, wood glue and three candles. I’ll bring plenty of matches okay.”
“I-I-I-do not mean to be rude but why do you bring matches and I bring the rest.”
“I am living in army barracks and it is hard for me to sneak out with all the tool. However you are at home today.”
“I understand.”
“We meet at the news stand round the corner of the museum”
“Okay sarge.”
“Bye”
“Bye”
The sun had set and the redness of the evening sky was disappearing. It was the night of the new moon so it was going to be pitch black. Of course they were wearing black attire so their faces could not be seen very well anyway.
It was dark enough now but no sign of movement. Then out of the barrack doors came a shadowy figure. He ran and climbed over the mountain like fence. It was Sergeant Tony Harris.
He met Melvin as planned. Tony was wearing his gloves but Melvin had his in his pocket.
“You ready”
“I—I--I think so.”
The two men crawled into the museum premises.
“Give me the chisel”
“H-h-here.”
Tony walks up to a window chisels through the rubber. Then pulls off the window.
“Where did you learn that Tony.”
“I used to be a glazer.”
The two men enter the museum. Tony slowly puts the window temporarily in its place. Melvin holds the candle, Tony holds the bag. Tony lights the candle with his box of matches.
“Where are my gloves,” asked a distraught Melvin.
“They probably dropped out on your way in. it doesn’t matter. You hold the candle. We won’t report each other if we get caught, right. If I get caught I won’t say you were my partner.”
“Neither will I.” Replied Melvin
“Just checking”
They got to the second room on the third floor.
“This is where the diamond of Arora is.” Said Tony, his eyes were lit as if he were a child looking at his presents on Christmas morning.
The diamond was better than the Millennium diamond. It was flawless, unique and best of all it was worth hundreds of millions of dollars.
“What a beauty!” Exclaimed Melvin. “AAAAAAAAAHHHHH”
“Shut up” whispered Tony. “What is the matter with you?”
“Its the wax it scolded my finger.”
“Just stick it on the wall.”
Melvin did as he was told and pressed the wax with his thumb on to the wall. Then Tony did his trick with the chisel and got the diamond out of the glass case. He put the diamond in the bag and they rushed to the window. They jumped out and Tony glued the window back on. They crawled away.
The police came round to the museum the next day and guess what they found….