He blew a puff of smoke exposing the laser beam trip, one of his favorite security measures and was startled at how close it was to his face.
He chuckled at the possibility of his last heist being his first failure.
He had a lucrative career but he was always haunted by the one that got away and couldn’t rest until he cracked it, so here he was again for another go ‘round.
– Written for Sonya’s (Only 100 Words) Three Line Tales: Week 40. Photo prompt by Dominik Martin. WC 73.
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