Final Job. Short Story.

“Are you sure about this?”
“Yes, completely. We’re not going to get caught, no one even knows this place exists, besides me and the owner and he’s dead now.”
“But a place like this has to have some security, its only defence can’t be that it’s out in the middle of fucking nowhere.”
“Nah, there’s a system outside, but I got all the access codes. Don’t worry about this. Just trust me OK?”
Sam scanned the horizon, there were nothing but a group of trees in the distance, behind him Ted worked on the lock. The door itself had been built right into the mountain face, if they hadn’t known where it was they’d have gone right past it. Even now knowing where it was Sam found it difficult to make out the seams of the door. It had been a four hour drive from the nearest town, though calling it a town was being generous. Population of only four hundred and as they drove through it seemed like every damned one of them was watching them. Behind him he heard a click, “we’re in!” Sam turned to see the door already open, the large slab of rock moved easily and Sam saw that he’d gotten the dimensions of the door wrong. Ted stepped inside the door and reached around for a second, “here it is.” he flicked the three switches in the correct order as he turned the last one a light came on above him revealing a metal staircase that lead downwards.

They stood at the bottom of the staircase, Sam didn’t like it, he could feel the weight of the mountain pressing down above them, just waiting to trap them down here forever. Ted was working on the second door, which was based on a coded question and answer system. It didn’t take him long to type in the answers and the door popped open revealing the vault.

The room consisted of a large sitting room, the walls were covered in fine art and artefacts, the floors were carpeted in thick, plush carpet. On one end of the sitting room there was a door that lead to the kitchen, a door to the right lead deeper into the vault. “This place is basically a bomb shelter and he said it was more than enough to house a few hundred people. We’re probably going to have to empty this place in multiple trips, there’s no way we’re gonna fit even a tenth of this stuff inside the car and we haven’t even gotten to the next rooms!” Ted went to the wall and slid his hand around a glass case, looking for the catch on it. Sam looked around, the room was well lit and spacious, but still it felt off, there were no windows, not even a hint of the outside world. “Can we just grab whatever and go?”
“No, I don’t think we can. We should stay for a bit, take inventory. There’s food and water in here to last for decades so we can camp out here if we need to. We’ll figure out what we want to sell and what we want to keep then go from there.”

There was a bright flash of light and an attractive young woman stood in the middle of the room. She had long blonde hair, bright red lips, smoky eyes and breasts that looked uncomfortably large.
“Hello, I am Vanessa. How may I serve you?”
“Guess old Jeremy was a bit of a perv. He didn’t mention the hologram program. Probably has a sex doll of her stashed away somewhere too.”
Vanessa looked at him blankly, “Maybe you can help, do you have an inventory list of all the items in the place?”
“Yes. I do.”
Sam and Ted looked at each other, Ted sighed, “Well, can I have a copy?”
“Do you have the password?”
“Password? No.”
“Well, I’m afraid I won’t be able to help you then. To use me you will have to provide the password.”
Behind them the door swung shut.
“As I have no record of you and you do not know the password you are assumed to be intruders. You cannot leave until Mr. Cochrane either releases you personally or gives me the password. I have alerted him to your presence.”
“Uhhh…What if Mr. Cochrane is dead?”
“I’m sorry I don’t understand the question.”
“What if Mr. Cochrane cannot respond?”
“He is currently the only authorized user. I cannot release you until he has been contacted.”
“What the fuck? What kind of stupid system is that? There has to be back ups, work arounds. What if he was here and was injured or unconscious?”
“I am sorry, you are not authorized to access that information. Please provide the password or ask a different question.”

Ted stood from the door, “It’s no good. We’re not getting through here, the door was like a foot thick and there’s no manual way for the door to be opened, least not that I can see.”
Sam looked at him from the couch, “we have to figure out a way through. No one else knows where here, Jeremy is dead. There’s no one coming for us, we’re on our own out here.”

Ted shook his head. “unless there’s power tools stashed away in here I don’t think we’ll have much luck.”
Sam stood “well you’d better figure something the fuck out because it’s your fault we’re out here in the first place and it’s your fault we’re locked in this fucking thing.”
“Look, just calm down OK. I’ll get us out of here. I’ve gotten us out of worse spots haven’t I?”
“Really? Name one time we were worse off than we are now…Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

Sam left the sitting room and went into the kitchen, the place was supposed to be well stocked, at the very least there should be some booze squirrelled away somewhere. Probably some drugs too, rich people wouldn’t cut themselves off from their supply, it was just a matter of finding it. He quickly found a bottle of rum, he twisted off the cap and took three big swallows, feeling it burn his throat and stomach, before he started coughing. Eyes watering he took another swig. If he was going to end up dying here he wasn’t going to do that sober.

About Alan James Keogh

I am a 26 year old writer who somehow tricked U.C.D. into giving me not only a degree in English and Classical studies, but an Hons Masters in Creative Writing too. Visit my blog where I post short stories twice a week (Monday and Wednesday) and an installment of a serialised novel on Fridays. I did consider writing this in the third person, as though it was written by someone else, but Alan is not comfortable writing in the third person as it seems kinda creepy and unbalanced so Alan decided it was probably best to write in the first person. He hopes it went well for him.
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