This is a serial. Everyday a new part will be published. This is the fourth part.
Continued from here.
The flight took off like a boss. I was happy to cross the borders finally. I checked on all the visible seats to verify whether the Mummy was still around. Unless, the mummy had pulled off a camouflage of a frustrated human, I was sure that as long as I was in the airspace, I was not under surveillance. Weird! This meant that, if I never landed, I can theoretically quit my Trillion Dollar end and escape alive. But since I loved to be on the ground and gravity wanted me to be on the ground, I knew that this idea wasn’t worth a million dollar, which by the way, was one millionth of what I was going after.
Rest of the flight was quite uneventful, other than the fact I once spotted a headless heap of bandaged silhouette on the left wing of the flight. But, I ignored it with the excuses of mid air mirage or hallucination. After stepping of the plane and stepping onto the soil of my destination, which due to a contract with the mummy committee I cannot reveal, I did what most people in a situation like me would do. I bought a bottle of coke and drank it through. I dumped the empty bottle into a trashcan and checked into my hotel room to finally revise my plan.
The plan was simple.
Step One: Breach the security and Enter.
Step Two: Steal the Money.
Step Three: Breach the security and exit.
Step Four: Deposit half a trillion dollar to this account and run away with the other half.
I loved simplicity, but when the simplicity gets down to the level of imbecility, I begin to hate it. Captured by the mummies, this plan seemed to be the coolest one. But sitting thousands of miles away from the mummies, this was the worst plan I felt I could ever come across.
Hence, I decided to alter the plan slightly. What if I complete the step 2 first? That away I won’t have to enter the bank. Neither would I have to exit, if I don’t enter. Thus, I have reduced the number of steps from four to two. The fourth step could also be modified. Instead of running away with the half of it, I can run away with the full of it! Hence, I would not have to transfer stolen funds to a mysterious account anymore. And with the amount of money I was stealing, I could easily run away and hide myself far enough from any Earthly influence. Since, I am a fan of ultra-minimalism, I condensed the plan down to to just one step and three words. It now read.
Step Only One: Steal and run.
Impressed with my ability to simplify complex stuff, I fell asleep. In a deep sleep. And dreamt a dream within my already ongoing dream. In this dream, I was a mummy. Yes, I was a mummy, a real one.
To be continued. Next part will be available here.
