“Rule number one is, make sure that you face the person with hearing loss when you are speaking to them.”
- Marion Ross
Petra crept out of the vault and closed it behind her, than she tiptoed over to the door and opened the door and stepped outside. The step outside the door squeaked and Three looked up. He saw Petra.
“What are you doing?” Three asked as he faced Petra.
“Is this a bad time Agent Three?” Petra asked. “I was just coming to see you.”
“Yes.” Three said “I… I cannot seem to give up old habits.”
“Same,” Petra said looking down at her drill. “I can’t quit crime. It is not just about the money anymore. Three… I have dreams about the old days. I miss the sight of my drill penetrating bone and the smell of burning bodies… I miss it, but I know I shouldn’t.”
“The thrill… that feeling of complete power over another’s destiny” Three said.
“The thrill…” Petra said leaning on the door frame. Then she made eye contact with Three and she realized something she never saw before. “We are not that different.” Petra said to herself.
“We have no control over our lives.” Three said, throwing his hands in the air and sitting down at his desk.
“I refuse to believe that.” Petra said “Three, thank you. You are my ghost of Christmas-yet-to-come. I need money. I will pay you back, probably.”
Three smiled and walked over to the vault on the ground. He opened it and took out a pile of money that he tossed to her “keep it.”
“Oh,” Petra said “that is a real safe… what do you know. Thanks.”
Disclaimer: This is an original story that is not based on any real people or events. It is a work of fiction that is purely for your entertainment.