Treasure
Void
Tuesday Morning, 3:07 am
Paul woke the next morning to a shrill phone ringing. He jerked up and knocked something off his bedstand then tried to answer his ankle weights. Oh, he must have knocked off his phone. He fell out of bed with a thump and scrambled around awkwardly in the dark. He followed the shrilling noise until he finally picked up the phone.
"Hel-" He turned it right side up. "Hello?"
"What do you mean by this? How could you have been so clumsy!"
Paul yanked the phone away from his now ringing ear. "Huh?"
"You had it in your hand, and you just left it there for some upstart to snatch up and grab all the glory??"
"Dad?" Paul croaked as the shouting took on a familiar tone. He peered at his clock. "Dad, it's three in the morning!"
A derisive snort sounded down the line. "You should be up by now. The news is already growing cold! And while you're lounging around in bed, you're getting known as some superhero saving little old ladies from purse snatchers! Well done indeed."
Paul pulled himself up to sit on the edge of the bed and rubbed his eyes. He could hear his mother in the background scolding and ranting. He yawned and turned off his alarm. There was no way he was going to be going back to sleep after this. He caught the phone between his ear and shoulder as he started changing. "Dad, I couldn't let him just get away! That wasn't a grand scheme worthy of a villain, it was just plain rude."
"Paul, if I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times! When you are on a job, you have to let other jokers do their thing. Your job is to pull of a grand grab and get away clean! You can play model citizen in your own time. Now you are on the front page as some kind of glittering hero saving purses - and it's only luck alone that your picture is blury - and some upstart is being fingered as trying to take the money and then burning it. Burning it! What a fool. If it was a hero caught on the wrong foot, all they had to do was give it back and run, and if they were a villian, scatter it over the street or just run with it. But no! They seem to be some idiot who burns a bunch of cash and bonds! I hate statement makers."
He'd finished getting dressed and walked out into the kitchen to put together breakfast while his father continued to scold in his ear. A few minutes later, a thump at the door said his newspaper had arrived. He fetched it and put it on the livingroom coffee table. Yep. There was the headlines about some fire super destroying "the people's hard earned money." He always wondered who these "the people" were. And there was his blurry picture. It was on the side and smaller, but it still made it above the fold. He sighed and went back to breakfast, yessing and noing into he phone as he went.
"-and don't fail us again! Your mother and I are very disappointed. Don't rest until you fix your bad name! Got it!"
"Yes, Dad," Paul said, but his father had already hung up.
Paul woke the next morning to a shrill phone ringing. He jerked up and knocked something off his bedstand then tried to answer his ankle weights. Oh, he must have knocked off his phone. He fell out of bed with a thump and scrambled around awkwardly in the dark. He followed the shrilling noise until he finally picked up the phone.
"Hel-" He turned it right side up. "Hello?"
"What do you mean by this? How could you have been so clumsy!"
Paul yanked the phone away from his now ringing ear. "Huh?"
"You had it in your hand, and you just left it there for some upstart to snatch up and grab all the glory??"
"Dad?" Paul croaked as the shouting took on a familiar tone. He peered at his clock. "Dad, it's three in the morning!"
A derisive snort sounded down the line. "You should be up by now. The news is already growing cold! And while you're lounging around in bed, you're getting known as some superhero saving little old ladies from purse snatchers! Well done indeed."
Paul pulled himself up to sit on the edge of the bed and rubbed his eyes. He could hear his mother in the background scolding and ranting. He yawned and turned off his alarm. There was no way he was going to be going back to sleep after this. He caught the phone between his ear and shoulder as he started changing. "Dad, I couldn't let him just get away! That wasn't a grand scheme worthy of a villain, it was just plain rude."
"Paul, if I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times! When you are on a job, you have to let other jokers do their thing. Your job is to pull of a grand grab and get away clean! You can play model citizen in your own time. Now you are on the front page as some kind of glittering hero saving purses - and it's only luck alone that your picture is blury - and some upstart is being fingered as trying to take the money and then burning it. Burning it! What a fool. If it was a hero caught on the wrong foot, all they had to do was give it back and run, and if they were a villian, scatter it over the street or just run with it. But no! They seem to be some idiot who burns a bunch of cash and bonds! I hate statement makers."
He'd finished getting dressed and walked out into the kitchen to put together breakfast while his father continued to scold in his ear. A few minutes later, a thump at the door said his newspaper had arrived. He fetched it and put it on the livingroom coffee table. Yep. There was the headlines about some fire super destroying "the people's hard earned money." He always wondered who these "the people" were. And there was his blurry picture. It was on the side and smaller, but it still made it above the fold. He sighed and went back to breakfast, yessing and noing into he phone as he went.
"-and don't fail us again! Your mother and I are very disappointed. Don't rest until you fix your bad name! Got it!"
"Yes, Dad," Paul said, but his father had already hung up.
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