Nathan slid into the passenger seat as he slammed the door shut.
“Move!” he screamed at Jackson, who slammed his boot against the gas pedal. The Lamborghini lurched forward, hitting 60 miles per hour before they had even turned a corner.

The Lamborghini rolled into the warehouse leisurely. As Jackson and Nathan stepped out, the rest of the crew emerged from their rooms. When Nathan lifted the burlap sack everybody cheered. Dumping the contents out on to the table the group of convicts marvelled at their latest “catch”.

The sack had been small, but diamonds and $100 dollar bills don’t take up much space.

All the men took a small share, the rest was put away for later.

“Remember, it’s Thomas and George’s turn next week. ” Jackson laughed as he changed into his clothes. They changed the Lamborghini’s plates, and went out for beers.