Sam Bolsman was playing on his black, Dell laptop, till midnight, at his new house, alone. He lives in Los Angles. He is age twenty-one. He has one friend, Mac Dac. He hates his life because he's always bored. Sam works in a huge bank that almost reaches the height of the World Trade Center in New York City. There are forty stories in the bank. All he cares about is getting a raise. He doesn't want to be a clerk, but unfortunately, he is one.
He bought a new war game with his money. Barely winning the game after five hours, he stopped playing. He turned on the big screen television. Sam watched channel one, which was only news. Then, he switched to channel one hundred, which was a television program with a lot of high school moments that are good for age fourteen and over. He watched "Southpark" for thirty minutes. When he finished watching the television, Sam turned off the lights and went to sleep.
Sam was constantly snoring. He began dreaming. He dreamt of being a U.S soldier, at war with the Afghanistan army. "Get ready men!" The commander yelled.
Sam was afraid of death. His friends had fell from combat. He saw the place, the time, and day when all of Sam friends from the U.S Navy had fallen from the battlefield. That made Sam worried.
"A plane is coming!" A soldier said.
"Which one?" The commander replied.
"It's one of ours," the solder said.
A bomb was released. Sam later found out about the bomb falling. A Taliban soldier captured one of our F15's.
"Retreat! Mayday! Mayday!" Sam bellowed.
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"AAAAAAAAAAAAAUGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Sam woke up in shock. He glanced at the clock. It was nine o'clock and he needed to be at work at nine thirty. He knew he was late for work. If he was late for work, the CEO of the bank would take some currency away from his paycheck. He got up, brushed his teeth, ate breakfast, and got his clean white-striped shirt, his black, grassy pants, and dirty tie that he never cleans it because it's his favorite tie. It was red with blue dotted spots. Finally, he gassed his BMW car, and rushed to work.
His house was one mile from the bank, plus, he had to pickup his friend Mac Dac . They both work as the same bank, clerks. When Sam came to Mac's house, Mac wasn't there. He waited for five minutes for Mac to come out and jump in the car. But, he didn't. Sam dialed Mac's number on his Blackberry phone for the third time, no answer. Then Sam's ring tone went off. It was Mac calling. Sam was relived.
Where are you?!" Mac bellowed.
"Waiting for you!" Sam said mumbling. "I'm supposed to take you to work with me idiot."
"Oh well. I'll meet you at the bank." Mac replied.
"Sigh," Sam mumbled again. He couldn't believe that he wasted ten minutes to waiting for Mac to rush into Sam's car and Sam will drive the car to go to the bank on time. But unfortunately, that didn't happen. So the story Sam waiting for ten minutes for Mac to come to the car and they will go to work, but then he waited for a long time so Sam called Mac to see were is he, but nobody replied; So he waited a minute; Then, Mac called and told Sam that he is already in the bank; So now, Sam has to drive to the bank, alone. Sam was enraged when he arrived at the bank. He was very tired from the angriness that he almost fell to the ground.
"Why!?" Sam exploded to Mac. "You said that I should pick you up so we could go to the bank together!"
"Sorry," said Mac coldly. "I thought I would go to work by myself. Then, you come and we will do our work."
When it turned eleven o'clock, it was Mac's and Sam's time for lunch. They drove Sam's car to the coffee shop. They both bought a low-fat cappuccino.
While Mac was buying coffee, Sam saw a group of men talking in hushed tones in the corner. There was a computer and a man holding a blueprint. Sam sneaked closer to the group of men.
"So, what's the plan?" A man said.
"Yeah. What's the plan?" Another man replied.
"We are going to plan a robbery at Los Angles National Bank at twelve o'clock P.M," a man said. "In two days."
Unfortunately, Sam heard nothing in this conversation. All he heard was mumbles from the table.
"But how are we going to rob it? And how are we going to get weapons and men?" A man sitting next to the computer said.
No one replied. They didn't know where to get better weapons and more men to stage a successful robbery. One knew. He called himself captain as he was the creator of the club, the smart one, and better spy and gun-man.
"We don't need that of course," said the captain. "We don't need better weapons. We have forks. People are always scared of that. And Men! We have like a hundred men! Why do we need more men!?" Every one was silent and still as a statue. Then someone protested about the captain's speech.
"I think we need more men," the man said. "In movies, the bad guy loses and the good guy wins. Look it up." All the men were happy about the man's quote. The captain agreed.
"Fine. We will get more men," the captain said
All Sam heard was the last line when he was interrupted by Mac because the coffee was ready. Sam and Mac sat at the table and drank.
It was sweet. It tasted like you are eating a chocolate cake from Candy Wonderland. It had the strong smell of coffee. The cream was curly as Sam's hair. Sam didn't want to drink. He thought saving it for work. About the last thing the captain said. What did he mean more men?