Introduction “Okay, kids. Open your books to page 197.” Matt grinned at his students. The phone on the wall rang. Matt picked it up. “Hello?” “Hello, Matthew Greene.” A scrambled voice on the other line said. Matt’s blood ran cold. He knew who it is. “Sir?” “Correct, Matthew.” Sir said. “What do you want?” Matt asked. Sir was silent for a moment. “Hello? Sir? You still there?” Matt asked. “Yes. Anyway, we are in need of your skills as a thief.” Sir told him. Matt frowned, talking in a whisper so he would not alert the students. “My skills? You want me to come back to the USPS?” He whispered. “Correct.” Sir said. Matt sighed. "Sorry, Sir, I’m a teacher now. I can’t get wrapped up in this stuff again.” “Matthew. Please, we need you.” “These kids need me.” Matt said, nearly yelling. “Matthew, just for a few days.” Sir tried convincing him. Matt was silent for a moment. “Fine..." He began talking normally, making sure everyone could hear him. "Auntie Sylvia? Oh no… when did it happen?” Matt asked, acting as though something was wrong. “Oh my… that’s so horrible.” Matt nodded. “Yes, I understand. I’m coming right over. Okay, love you too. Bye.” “Thank you, Matthew.” Sir said. Matt hung up. He turned to the class. “Bad news, kids. My grandmother has died. I will be gone for a few days for her funeral, starting tomorrow. Now, we have just a few minutes of class left. Pack up your books. I'll leave a note for the substitute about the lesson.” Matt said just as the bell rang, dismissing the students. Matt sighed, and then went to his desk and wrote a note for the substitute, listing the lessons for the next few days. Matt then walked up to the principal’s office, lying about how his grandmother died and how he will be gone for a few days. The principal, not suspecting a thing, told Matt that they would have a substitute ready. Matt then went home. While he was driving down the street, he noticed a black van following him. “That’s odd…” Matt said suspiciously. He sped up, the van sped up. He stopped, the van stopped. He turned, the van turned. Matt turned into his driveway when the van finally sped off. Matt turned, killed the engine, stepped out of his car, turned on the alarm, and then walked up the driveway, into his house. His dog, Spike ran to greet him. Matt gave Spike a pat on the head before checking his mail. There was an enveloped, marked, “Matthew” in red ink. Matt opened it. Inside was a packet of papers, a dry cleaner’s receipt, a card, and an ear bud. Matt looked at the papers. It was titled, “Mission Briefing”. Matt read the entire packet. Apparently, the USPS needed his help capturing a very dangerous, smart, crafty thief that has been stealing all sorts of national treasures such as, George Washington’s diamond pendant. Matt chuckled. He remembered how, 10 years ago, the USPS was trying to capture him for stealing the exact same treasure. He seemed so young back then. In fact, he was, being 23 and fresh out of college, he was finding the real world was a tough, cruel place. He had to lie, cheat, and steal just to stay alive. At first, he was only a mere purse snatcher. Then, he moved to house robberies, until finally, he started stealing from museums and government buildings. Now he was 33 years old. Matt couldn’t believe it. He was working for the same company that tried to put him away. He chuckled to himself and stood up. He put the ear bud in. “Sir?” “Hello, Matthew. I expect you received the package?” “Yes.” Matt said. "Good..." Sir said. "But, there is more to this theif that I left out of the packet. I feel like I need to tell this to you myself. Matthew, the theif is your brother. It's Timothy." He said in a serious tone. Matt felt as though he was hit in the gut. He could barely speak. "Are... are you sure?" He asked. "Have I ever given you false information Matthew?" Sir asked. "N-No sir... you never have. What do I need to do?" He asked. Matthew was rubbing his knees, a nervous habit of his. Sir spoke after a long silence. "We sent a spy after your brother. He says that Timothy is aiming to steal the Hope Diamond next." "That's..." Matt began. Sir cut him off. "Yes... a very valuable diamond. It is estimated to be worth about 350 Million dollars. If Timothy succeeds in stealing this diamond, he will be a very rich man." Sir cleared his throat. "We will be picking you up in a few moments to take you to Brazil. There is a family there that owns the diamond. You must defend that diamond with your life. Do not let it out of your sight... understand?" "Yes sir." Matt replied. Sir spoke again. "I wish I could be there to pick you up, but I have matters I must attend to. I will have to meet you in Brazil, Matthew. Good luck." "Thank you, Sir." Matt said. There was a beep as the conversation was ended. Chapter One Matt stood up and removed the bud from his ear. He went over to his kitchen and looked on a shelf. He took down a box of cookies. "Thank god for comfort food...." He started eating the cookies when he heard a car pull up in his driveway. Matt sighed and put the cookies away. He walked outside and was greeted by two men in black suits and dark sunglasses. "Pleasure to finally meet you, Mr. Greene." One of the men said as he opened up the back door for Matt. He stepped in as the two took their seats and started the car again. They drove off. (After this, there is a bunch of silence, Matt boarding the plane, and other boring, meaningless things that I don't feel like explaining.) Matt had finally boarded the plane. He looked out the window when the plane took off. The airport was getting smaller and smaller as the plane rose higher. After a few hours, Matt noticed a strange man sittting beside him. He was wearing a black suit and a red tie. He had red tinted sunglasses on. "Um... hi." Matt said, trying to start a conversation. The man didn;t look at him. "Hello, Matthew Greene." The man said. Matt froze in shock. This man knew his name. "Who are you...?" Matt whispered. He could feel the man put something in his side. The cold steel felt familiar to Matt. It was the barrel to a small pistol. "Do not make a sound..." The man dug the barrel into Matt's side. making him flinch. "Understand?" Matt nodded. "Good... my name is Timothy Greene. Good to see you again, big brother. I heard that you were looking for me." "Wherever did you hear that?" Matt asked. A small grin appeared on Timothy's face. "That spy that they sent after me talked rather easily with a gun in his face." He said, turning his head towards Matt. "You mean that you..." Timothy cut Matt off. "Yes. I killed him." Timothy's grin grew. Matt didn't say a word after that. He knew that if he didn't get that gun away from him soon, he would suffer the same fate as the spy. Matt counted off in his head. One... Two... He sprang up and grabbed the gun, striking Tim in the nose with his palm. Afterwards, He grabbed Timothy by the arm and swung him into another seat. The people on the plane stared at the two. They were too shocked to scream. Timothy stood up and wiped some blood away that was coming out of his nose. "Big mistake..." He reached into his suit. Timothy pulled out a small box with a red button on it. "What is that?" Matt asked, getting worried. "Just a little invention I cooked up in my basement." Timothy pressed the button. The other passengers cried out in fear, thinking he detonated a bomb, but nothing happened. "What did you do?" Matt asked in a slightly pissed off tone. Timothy smirked. "You'll see." There was a sudden grinding sound followed by a small explosion. The pilot came on the intercome. "Um.. this is your pilot speaking. Both of our engines failed. Buckle your seat belts and assume the position. We're going down." The intercome clicked off as the passengers did as they were told. Crys from small children could be heard. "You b@stard!" Matt tried punching Timothy, but the man was quick, dodging the punch and jumping out of a nearby door. Matt looked out of the door just in time to see Timothy deploy a parachute. "Go to hell!" Matt called after him. "See you there!" Timothy called back. After a few minutes, when Matt went to his seat to pray to the god he never believed in, he heard a crash. The man felt every bone in his body break as they hit the ground. Before Matt could utter a word, there was an explosion. The blast threw Matt a good 100 meters away from the crash site. Matt laid on the ground, spitting out blood when a man in a dark suit came up on him, pointing a silenced pistol at Matt's head. "Y-you..." Matt said in anger before a silent thump sound came from the gun. The bullet buried itself deep in Matt's brain. He was killed instantly. "Always one step ahead..." The man muttered before walking away.
This was an enjoyable read. I liked the format you wrote it in, and I was able to picture each and every scene well. Just make sure you check your spelling/grammar, because I did catch a few grammar mistake. Overall, this was a decent read, and well put together. Are you planning to continue this?
Thank you. ^^ I do plan on continuing it. I will have the next segment up today, maybe tomorrow. ^^ The next chapter is up. ^^ I hope you enjoy it.
