Blue Bonnet

lets assume you’re out jogging on a bitter cold winters morning and you notice a bunch of men in trench coats and sun glasses approaching another bunch of professionaly dressed shady figures.

You sneak behind a tree and observe the events as they unfold and one of them follows a guy to the trunk of their car and opens it. A brief case of some sort is opened and then closed again. The man seems pleased, and then he whistles at a comrade to bring a large duffel bag of some sort, unzipping it and showing its contents.

Both parties are pleased – and then out of the blue, the brief case men pull out AK-47’s and begin firing at their counter parts, the stunned duffel bag men take cover behind their vehicles and return fire with their semi-automatics and 9mm’s.

Both parties suffer heavily casualties and only a handful of men are left, injured too. A third car with a man wearing a ‘casper the ghost’ mask drives right into the brief case leader breaking his legs in the process, he gets out of his car walks up to the gang leader and fires 5 shots into his body the final one into his temple at point blank range.

now, in reality only a male would be witnessing this kind of thing because females would have nervous breakdowns or start crying.

but lets assume even a female could be witnessing this heh.

casper the ghost walks around the other vehicles and takes out a few other injured dying men (no witnesses left) and then he opens the bonnet and takes the duffel bag and drives off.

You approach the bullet ridden black lexus saloon and open the trunk and the brief case is there – you open it and to your shock, you are stareing at £500,000 in un-marked bills, neatly placed in polythene bagging.

Do you take the money and go home ?
call the police ?
leave the case and go home ?

I’d take the money heh

but what would you do in this fictitious scenario ?

Oh, that kind of cash, you’d better believe I’d be taking it. Thought I’d be making damn sure I didn’t leave any evidence behind that I was there, that’s all I need is the feds thinking I’m Casper. Maybe an anonymous tip from a payphone in an area that is completely out of my way and I will likely never visit again, but busy enough that nobody remembers a nondescript person using the telly, give them just enough to keep them interested while I take off to parts undisclosed with my new found independence.