Tomorrow will be Interesting

Tomorrow

When I couldn't ignore the discomfort anymore I stood up. The pain was getting to me earlier each day. Limping to the bathroom I ran a hot tub, took some meds and waited for the relief to kick in.

My life now revolved around medication, therapy and training. Nothing would be allowed to get in the way of my plans. Now, feeling warm supple I went down to the basement gym. I'd got the best equipment I could cage along with training video's, salves, creams, mineral supplements and hormones. After working for an hour I stood there, chest heaving, dripping sweat. I knew that I was ready.

Sunday night I pushed the electric motorcycle behind a tree and set out. I pushed through the brush and cut the chain link fence. At the building I disconnected the power, broke the window and headed for the cash room. I'd had a spy cam on this room for awhile so I knew what I wanted. With two full bags I retraced my steps. As I jogged towards the bike I heard a muffled thump. The bridge was out, I was safe. Steering through the brush I headed out.

Monday morning I woke early, made tea and sat on the back steps. It was unseasonable warm for November. Tomorrow I'd think about the future, not today. Today I felt calm and light and free.

The robbery wouldn't be reported to authorities. They'd made that money illegally and they'd become complacent and sloppy; depending on bribes and their tough reputation to keep their operation secure. They would have seen me on camera but what would did they see? A slim figure in black running into the bush carrying 75 pound pack. They'd assume a young man not the retired bookkeeper living next door.