Chapter 1 The Present... A Trash Dumpster, New York City "Rambo to Sugar Tits. Rambo calling Sugar Tits. You awake Sugar Tits? This is your wake up call." "Yeah, I'm awake Rambo," I groaned. Rambo's irritating, nasal whine wasn't something I wanted to wake up to. Ever! "And, stop calling me Sugar Tits." The earpiece/microphone was coming lose from my ear and I seated it firmly back into place as Rambo continued, "Hey, you...

Chapter 4 The Present... A Trash Dumpster "Rambo, I'm in," I broadcast to my partner while reveling in the cooler air flowing from the room I'd just spent two very hot days and nights tunneling into. The WHOOP! and YEE-HAW! I got in response was deafening through my earpiece. "Settle down, Rambo. I've got a lot of stuff to get inside. Let me know if a guard stands up even to scratch his ass!" "Will do, Sugar Tits. You are...

Chapter 7, The Present Removing what I needed from the boxes I'd brought to the third floor, I assembled the triangular frame quickly. Not surprising since I'd designed it. All the items were interchangeable and only used one size of bolts. None of that, Part A to Part B connected with Bolt C, shit for me! I'd had to disassemble the large air compressor into three parts, but I was able to reconnect the parts quickly. With...

Chapter 10 A Vault... After my greed-induced mini-orgasm, I put my brain on auto pilot and got down to business. I was soon in the grove. Unlock box, open box, briefly describe contents of box, empty contents of box into bag, replace box, move to next box. The only thing that wasted time was having to cycle through the majority of all ten keys sometimes to unlock the boxes. When the bag between my boobs started getting he...