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The Heist

 

 

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The police were behind me and I was putting the pedal to the medal. I was shifting through the gears trying to keep one step ahead of the law. I had just been involved in the largest diamond heist in history. My brothers in crime and I had planned this robbery for two years it was supposed to go off without a hitch. My oldest brother, the ring leader Mike forgot this one important step, “How to get out of this place”. The streets were narrow and I was moving about eighty miles an hour. The tires were screeching at every turn, certainly they would hold up. I went up on the sidewalk to avoid hitting and small sedan car when all of a sudden I heard gunfire. The cops were shooting at my tires and one bullet went through the back window and lodged into the dashboard. The fibers from the dash filled the air and breathing was getting compromised. I rolled down the window to air the dust out when a shot came and hit me on the shoulder. The blast took my arm off the wheel and I swerved into a fire hydrant and then smashed into a chain link fence.

I woke up in a hospital, handcuffed to the side rail. Still not comprehending why the lockdown, I started hollering for someone to help. A petite young nurse came into the room. Her name was Lily and I could tell that she was a newly registered nurse, RN. She smiled at me, approaching gingerly. I spoke up, loudly too. WHY AM I IN THIS PLACE LADY? The nurse backed off and headed for the door. I tried again, Please why have I been brought to this location? Miss Nurse! Please Stop! I need to know why I am here. Lily walked slowly back toward me to explain.

Locked up in the bellows of the prison feeling so desolate, lonely, bored, and depressed. I have been marking in my notebook everyday I sit here. There has been no one to visit. I start thinking about my brothers and their whereabouts. I wonder if they have been captured like I. When will time move? This is a horrible place to be. I’m not sure I can take this anymore. Screaming out, there is no one answer.  Please! Please! Someone come here, I need someone to talk to. A man appeared. He was dressed in a dark suit, Louis Vuitton, best that anyone makes. The man stood in front of me. Sir, please listen to me carefully. I stood at the edges of the room, head between the bars of seclusion. The man replied, You need to tell me everything you know about the night of the diamond heist. Who was behind this? Who commanded the operation? It is what information that you give me as to a possible release from this prison. I spent the next two hours giving this man everything of importance. I was not going to tell him where the diamonds were hidden. I didn’t know where they were at this point anyhow. He didn’t ask.

This warm sunshine today feels so good. The woman on my side gives me comfort. It has been two years since my release from prison. Two days after the man appeared I was released. I lay here on the beach today, dreaming about what was to be paid for my freedom. My girl and I decided to walk back from the beach and go take a shower at our hotel room here in the Bahama’s. The door was found cracked open, I told my girl to go away, I needed to check this room. I ran inside hollering out at the same time. There was no one inside but note was on the floor next to it one single bullet. The note said this. “YOU HAVE TWO DAYS TO BRING THE DIAMONDS TO ROOM 59, MEET AT 6PM, BE THERE OR ELSE “. This was a threat that I could not runaway with. I was going to die if not completing this demand. The day came and I proceeded to the room. Room 59, I knocked on the door. A man said, ” Please Come In My Friend”. The room was very dark and a silhouette of a man appeared. The light turned on and in front of me was my older brother, the ring leader of the operation. Hi, how have you been brother? He replied. I was dumbfounded and excited at the same time. We hugged each other. Guess what brother? He replied. These words are etched forever, “WE ARE RICH”.                                                                                                     D.H.Bilodeau 2015

East African Airline Decent

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The pilot Andrew was fumbling with something in his right pocket. I looked over at him and wondered what his real story was . Here was a man in his mid forty’s who never had any family and just pilots around the world. He has no other ambition to do anything else. Flying has overcome him in everyway. I spoke up, Hey Andrew? He turns his head in my direction, You ever been with a woman? I asked. Here he goes again fumbling in his pocket. It happened too quick, Andrew pulled out a bottle of something and sprayed it into my eyes. I started to gag, cough, and was feeling very dizzy. I did the only thing at the moment I could think of. I pushed the levers on the steering and put the plane into a nose dive.

Sounds of people talking, I’m inside some kind of hospital and everyone is speaking a different language than I’m used to hearing. It is not common to hear other languages in different hubs. I am being wheeled around on a gurney of some sort to a different location. I cannot speak, only open my eyes, listening to maybe an answer of my whereabouts. I coughed, oh no, attention to me has been noticed. A woman of East African decent is looking at me with those big brown eyes. Sir, You must lay still! She has demanded me. I will let you know what is going on in a minute, You must be understanding Sir. I give her a  nod in acknowledgement. I’m waiting now inside a small room with bright lights and have to urinate so bad. My arms and legs have shackles on them so it is impossible to move. The woman comes back inside the room and comes to my side. Sir, I’m sorry to report that the plane you were riding in has crashed into our country. Many people, some with babies inside have died because of your equipment failures and for this we have to hold you accountable for your actions. I want to explain what happened if I may. Sir, Your time will come when you meet the City Council, your fate will be worked out there.

I am now in a cell in an East African country. My cell mate is from England. His name is Edward and he was in Africa with his family on vacation. He is coughing real bad and vomiting all the time. Edward, why are you so sick? Has it been something you ate. You have been sick for over two weeks now and should have been better by now. Edward responds, I think I have Ebola. What the heck is that Edward? It is a deadly virus and now you have been in contact. It would be better if you took your life now, there is now cure for this virus. I could tell I didn’t want this virus and I was going to stay real far away from Edward. Time went on and Edward passed only a few days after our conversation. I still have not come down with the disease.

I’m now getting out of my comfy chair in the living room, I look out and both of our children and their loved ones are sitting around the living room. I can smell the remnants of the annual turkey. I must have fallen asleep. Happy Thanksgiving day folks, I’m going to enjoy just being around family.

Bilodeau,D.H. 2014

Highway 95-Gobble Gobble

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I was traveling from Virginia to Central Maine to spend some time with my folks during Thanksgiving. It was raining real hard so driving was becoming very difficult. I was not getting any help on the driving front because my spouse was sleeping. The sky was becoming very dark and I was getting a feeling that things were going to turn sour real fast.

It was the smell of the Turkey, time spent with my siblings that I was thinking about. I really do believe this is the best holiday of any of them. Family getting together and having a great dinner. The folks will be so happy to have their children and grand child for Thanksgiving. The smiles on their faces, the drinks, and football. I heard a screech and the car in front of me is going sideways, fishtailing, roads are getting slippery now.

The road were getting horrendous and I was slowing the vehicle down to keep safe. We were moving into Southern, Maine over the Portsmouth Bridge when the snow was coming down so hard on Highway 95. The traffic was still moving at a clip when off to the side I noticed a speed limit sign. Wow, when did they move the speed limit up to 75 mph? I asked my wife. Can you believe that, people are going to kill themselves going that fast. I nodded and agreed with her. Still moving North and traveling very fast the car in front of me started slipping and crossed the centerline. The vehicle crashed into a semi, blowing the car into pieces, debris flying through the air.

The debris kept flying and smashed my windshield and something hit me hard. The lights went out. I woke up with dust flying through the air. It was the dust from the airbag. I instantly thought of my wife, how she was doing. I look over and only see her starring into nowhere. Her eyes not blinking. The debris had gone through the window striking her in the chest area. I had lost my love, the only one who understood me, my hugger. What was I going to tell my family, it was going to tear me apart.

The ambulance and fire personal came to our assistance. They dragged her out of the car, looking with a sad face, I knew there was nothing they could do. I was brought to a police car to be questioned and checked to see If I had been drinking. No officer, I told you I haven’t had a drink. The officer responds with me having to walk the line to check for sobriety. I think you need to settle down Mr. or I’m going to take you to jail. I guess I didn’t settle down and I was looking between bars in a jail. Where had everything gone wrong? I was alone, no family and in Jail.

I can tell you people and insist that you do not drink and drive this holiday and make other arrangements if the snow make traveling to bad. No person in this world would want to see anything happen to you, Turkey or not. Enjoy the holiday folks, be smart, don’t drink and drive.

Bilodeau,D.H. 2014

Montico Passage

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I was stationed on a Cruiser Class Ship, our team of ten was giving orders to go to Montico and capture the wife of the ruthless leader of that Country. He was killing his own people with chemical warfare, dropping barrels of cow manure all over the place. The moss in that region was poisonous if it got beyond five feet in diameter. The manure would speed up the process and would grow at extreme rates. The toxin from the reaction would turn into a vapor and would take over whole communities.

We had been traveling for three days in rough seas when I looked out and could see a land formation. It was a very foggy day and we were traveling at about twenty-two knots straight ahead. Ahoy! My mate responded over the Microphone Paging System. The other sailors and I looked out the port side and realized that it was not land but an enormous blob of  moss. We couldn’t turn quick enough to escape the carnage and slammed into the moss with a crunching sound. The hull of the ship was being ripped apart and we needed to get to life boats in a hurry. I ran to the side of the ship and lowered the life boat. It came crashing down into the sea with a loud crashing sound. Splash! Water came flying up into my face and I shook the water out of my face so I could concentrate on getting people onboard. All the sailors and I made it to the life boat just in time, we looked out, our ship was sinking fast. We had survived but now had to find a way to shore, or wherever shore was.

Drifting out at sea with ten other men was very hard, we all had to conserve on water and food if we were to survive. One man hollered out that he could see land, only this to be an illusion of such. A man’s mind can do funny things with lack of food and water. It was my watch and everyone else was sleeping when I looked out over the horizon and could see land. I could also see lights on the land mass, I woke everyone to let them enjoy the excitement I was feeling.

We made it to shore and there was a man dressed in a uniform of some sort, some kind of official of his land. He replied, where do you people arrive from? We are from the United States Navy and my name is Josh Milfred, how do you do sir? The man was not a very friendly person. I told him about our mission to get to Montico. He replied that there is no Montico on this part of the region, and none in any other maps we have in storage. I was dumbfounded by this information, there had to be such a place. Again, I checked the spelling, and again I was rejected in this origin of Country. This man then told his soldiers to arrest these intruders to his country. ARREST THEM NOW! Was the command, his men responded to carryout these orders.

We had been into a cell for years now. There was water and food delivered daily, this was what kept my men and I alive. The commander of this jail came to my cell to have a discussion. Sir, You have been here now for five years, Yes, I replied. It is of this day that I give you information of the whereabouts of where you and your men reside. This is the Country of Montico.

Bilodeau,D.H. 2014

Jazimine,Portugal Clandastine Operation

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I was targeted by a group of men that I had contact with in Jazimine, Portugal. I entered a room in the back of a clandestine lab in the business district from the alley toward the back room. Walking down the alley I was getting goose bumps. I looked up at the windows above and caught a glimpse of a man. He was hiding behind the curtain and for a moment something shined or reflected a light back toward the room. I’m thinking now that was a pistol or rifle that caught some sunshine and reflected back. I knocked on the door twice and no one answered the door. I pounded on the door again and a large size man opened the door. Who are you? I’m Robert and I’m here to get a package. I was told to arrive here at noon and to pick up a package to deliver to the airport. Ok, Come inside. The large man moved aside and I could see that he was packing a weapon to his side. I was getting very nervous about making this connection with these people. I moved toward the back of the room which reminded me of a small clothing store in the States. The air had a very funny smell, almost chemical like. I, not knowing, this was a clandestine lab. The man frisked me, checking  to see if I was carrying any guns, or hiding a wire within my jacket. Someone blindsided me and hit me in my ribs. I fell to the ground and couldn’t breath for a moment. The large man told me to get up off the ground. He was face to face with me. I’m going to tell you once minster who or whom your are. Don’t ever tell anyone about this place! I had a feeling that this was not a normal store selling clothes. The man told me to take this package and go to the airport terminal. A man will approach you with a sign that reads, Arthur Manufacturing. I was instructed to give this package to this man and board the flight going to United States.

The transfer was made and I boarded the flight. I was relaxing in my seat and kept seeing a man with a dark beard turning around and looking at me. I felt like I was being stalked for some reason. The plane landed at LAX at about noon. It looked like a lovely day and I was looking forward to being on home soil. I was walking to retrieve my luggage when I saw this man again who was watching me on the plane. I grabbed my luggage and went to the men’s room. I was sitting on the toilet when the door flung open and the man was pointing a gun at me and instructed me to put my hands up. I put my hands up, totally frightened by the sudden noise and appearance of a man. You are under arrest! I’m thinking to myself, what the heck did I do?

I was escorted to the local LAPD office within the city. Sir, What the heck did I do? I still would not get any confirmation of my wrong doing. I was finger printed and I guess booked in. I was told to put on prison clothing and they shut the gate in my cell. I was totally freaking out at this point. A man in a grey suit approached me and told me that I was being charged for the traffic of crystal meth in large quantities. The charge will put me behind bars for fifty years. My whole life to this point had been without any charges, not even a speeding ticket.

I had been behind bars now for five years when I was let out with good behavior. I walked the streets of LA and had no intentions of ever setting fourth in a prison again.  I was walking down the street looking at all the motor vehicles and looking at the beauty around me when a shot rung out, I felt a sting in my right shoulder. I spun around and then another one hit me in the chest and I fell to the ground, bouncing off the pavement. Foam was coming out of my mouth and the last moments of my life was looking into an ants eyes.

The network made sure that I was eliminated so that no other organization could get information of the clandestine operations taking place internationally. I was one man, a courier from within that network.

Stay cool everyone, not every step forward will be met with such a harsh reaction. Remember, one step for mankind. Or, for every action there is and equal and opposite reaction. All things that go up eventually come down. Good Day Everyone. I’m going to enjoy it.

©Bilodeau,D.H. 2014