“Dorvard is just an ordinary six-year-old boy, other than the fact he is a criminal genius. His pet parsnip, Beet, is the only reason he pushed so deep into the criminal world, yet he still loves the vegetable. Dorvard has been in contact with the English Mafia for a few months now, and has recently received a call from a man known only as Tony. Specifics of the call are private, but what we know is that the psychopathic six-year-old is going to break into Barclays tonight.” Dorvard smirked and shut off his computer. Hacking into the London Police conference had been a relatively simple process, yet it yielded incredibly valuable results. If they knew he were coming tonight, he needed a way to break in without them knowing.
Many hours later, Dorvard had only one plan: wing it. …show more content…
He entered the bank with a confident stroll, pretending not to notice the glamour around him. He located Vault 44, making mental notes of where all the security cameras were situated. He noticed an official-looking man yelling at a female. It must be the boss drilling his employee. “You had one job, Barbara! It’s not secure anymore!” Dorvard memorized the man’s face, but his subconscious mind focused on the boss’s words. What wasn’t secure? And why was he so passionate about it? . . . It is me, Dorvard realized. The vault I want to break into is the insecure
Many hours later, Dorvard had only one plan: wing it. …show more content…
He entered the bank with a confident stroll, pretending not to notice the glamour around him. He located Vault 44, making mental notes of where all the security cameras were situated. He noticed an official-looking man yelling at a female. It must be the boss drilling his employee. “You had one job, Barbara! It’s not secure anymore!” Dorvard memorized the man’s face, but his subconscious mind focused on the boss’s words. What wasn’t secure? And why was he so passionate about it? . . . It is me, Dorvard realized. The vault I want to break into is the insecure