Modern Crucible
The police station, like an enraged mob, became chaotic as news of the robbery blasted the offices of every lieutenant and captain in Metropolis. Details of the crime still shuffle from detective to detective as rumors separated from the facts. The known facts showed that a professional, a very skilled thief, managed to penetrate the Tractford Mint's security system of lasers, motion detectors and cameras and steal 10 million dollars of unmarked currency. Assigned to the case was Detective Killcheck, a hardnosed officer that if not for his neglect of ethics would be a very young lieutenant. After finishing his coffee he decided he might as well take a drive down to the scene of the crime. As he drove down to the mint, he thought to himself that this was just another routine case where some idiot made an attempt at cracking the mint and only came out with his life. Still diluted with speculation, the truth was yet to be determined. Detective Killcheck thought nothing unusual about this cold Thursday morning. The low hanging fog added eeriness to Metropolis city streets. Through the thinning fog, the handsome detective with wavy hair came within site of the mint. With a sigh of reluctance, Killcheck plac
Stepping through the door, Detective Killcheck addressed the suspects. "Ok you pieces of *censored* you know the drill. First up Cainan Dursk." Cainan liked to play it cool. He was lead out of the cell and in the questioning chamber. Everyone, including the Killcheck, knew that Dursk wouldn't budge. After all, he was a businessman. Detective Killcheck tried to push Cainan, to juice some info from him. But no matter what he shot at him, Dursk kept his composer. David slowly walked over to where Mell slouched, "Fill me in, what do we have?" "Nothing: No fingerprints, no camera footage, no forced entry." "Right, and what proof do you have of this confrontation, Johnny Boy?" Three hours later, on the other side of town, the last suspect was apprehended. A knock came to Terrance Conner's door at about ten. Before getting up from the rusted aluminum table and his breakfast of cold cereal, Terrance, annoyed by the knock yelled, "whose there?" Cainan Dursk, knees drawn up to his chest, the black haired businessman lay huddled in the murky corner of the cell. He was famous for overseeing the nations fourth largest counterfeit and money laundering scheme ever. Like the other criminals in the holding cell he was good at what he did, but better. Dursk took no risks. He predicated the operation on the belief that if the ship went down the captain lives and the crew drowns. On at least two recorded occasions the "employs" of Mr. Dursk were arrested for counterfeiting. Unfortunately, a knife scratched across their necks before their confessions could accuse him of the crime. Cainan always considered himself a smooth businessman. "Hey, Conner are you thinking what I'm-what we're all thinking?" " John, are you serious? How much did they get away with?"
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Approximate Word count = 1707
Approximate Pages = 7 (250 words per page double spaced)
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