It was an average night in Westerberg. The street lights, protectors from shadows and crime, flickered as if pretending to be lightning. The scent of pizza and burgers, wafting about, attempts to lure any “starving” customers. The woods distant from the city, contained even more excitement and activity. Honey badgers hunted as the unsuspecting squirrels scavenged for berries and other rodent delicacies. The hungry grizzlies, eager for a pleasant meal, strolled around in search of a victim. Not far from the ravenous beasts, a struggling couple had experienced difficulties. Gasping for air, fighting for stamina, Jane the woman who had been a wanted criminal for years, sprinted to her getaway car. Steve, a young man who had taken the role of a boy who lived his life in fear of the cops had acted as the getaway driver. He and Jane had recently robbed a bank in Westerberg. Steve had many troubles throughout his life. He was left on the streets as a young child, around the age of eleven. He had ran from the police, who had been …show more content…
Why?” “Because you are under arrest,” Steve stated as he pulled out his badge. “What? How-” Jane was bewildered. “That’s right, you have just robbed the bank with a police,” Steve replied with a grin as if he had been waiting for this for a long time. He called backup and returned the money to the bank. Jane was taken away and incarcerated. “Great job, Steve,” the chief police congratulated him. “Well thanks, I couldn't have done it without my team.” After the arrest, the police and their team celebrated the capture of a notorious criminal, Jane Smith. As for Jane, her sentence was ten years in prison with some of the other criminals of her type. The next day, Steve was congratulated on live television in several news programs. He was interviewed and became a legend for the small city of
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If you read page 245, O’brien’s closing statement reads, “The State did elicit from Steve that he spoke to Mr.King about basketball. The conversation were short, and without substance. At no time did the State establish any conversation between Steve and anyone else about a robbery.”. Even though Steve has had small talk with James, there is no proof that they’ve talked about planning the robbery. On page 51, there’s a flashback between a woman named Peaches, a man named Johnny, King, and Steve. King did mention the difficulties of getting money and the only thing Steve did was agree to just that. Nothing more, nothing less. Then, Peaches, Johnny, and King spoke about is money.
In today’s society there is a constant pressure to fit in and be a part of something. More often than not these pressures are influenced by the lack of family and social support surrounding an individual. Without proper support and guidance one can be persuaded to make a wrong decision and in some cases live a lifestyle that is both risky and harmful. Knowing how to survive in these situations are not the easiest and sometimes the only way to help the situation is keeping one’s head up and attempting to make the best out of what is available. As seen in the Joshua Marston’s, film Maria Full of Grace, where the main character Maria does what she feels is best for both her current struggling lifestyle and what she wants her future life to consist of.
It was a hard rain that woke him up, the pitter patter on the windows and the clunking against the metal shackles. Tennent lifted his head off his blocky, drink stained pillow and headed toward the door. The sound of glass breaking whistled behind him as the liquor bottles sprung off his bed, being dragged by the blanket he held onto, like the pain and regret that were held in the shards would always follow him. He finally reached the door as he turned the bolts to lock as he always forget too, and started crawling to the mini refrigerator that hid in the back corner of the room. As Tennent crawled to the iced bar he remembered why he was only supposed to stay in this over expensive motel for a few nights, having to help his mother though the latest and recent flu that’s been going around.
It was a pleasant fall Tuesday when Stephanie went to work. Her day normal consisted of writing reports, and filing paperwork for her office. She turned on the television to see if there was anything alluring in the news. “NEWS FLASH: MAN CONVICTED OF MURDER HAS ESCAPED PRISON.” The warning did not phase her, considering the jail was far from her office. She concluded that she was safe. By four o’clock, it was time for her to travel home from a laborious day of work. She arranged her things into her bag, and began her trek. Walking out the door, she was met with warm rays from the sun. It was an astounding way to end a strenuous
Two weeks later Darcy and William had escaped from a cell at Central Police Court, in which William was facing court for being in possession of the gun during the robbery of the women at Paddington. This escape embarrassed authorities and three warders were fired from the public service. But Darcy and William were still on the run and they needed money.
Evie hopped off the bus with a renewed sense of purpose. “I came here to succeed. Not to worry about home,” she thought to herself. She was feeling driven and ready to begin anew here, in a foreign land with foreign people, people who don’t know her or her legacy. She looked around at the lively street scene before her. The signs were vibrant and their brilliance drew her closer and closer to the center of town. The entire city seemed to be moving towards her, and an endless sea of men and women spewed out of the buildings and down the block. The congested streets keep her pace slow, but her mind was racing with new thoughts and ideas. The gridlocked traffic finally allowed for some leeway, and Evie found her way out of the fray and across
A kidnapping. Five hours later the daughter of media tycoon James Alexander was safe home, the kidnapper shot, and a fat pay delivered. For once I wouldn't break the cash for beer since Tom had lost the bet to determine what drug was in the packet we had stolen from a crime scene of a past case. It was Ketamine and it apparently makes you shit your pants. We retire back to the office, which is now Tom's apartment since his latest ex kicked him out. A lunch of cheap cornerstone kebabs and we go on to retrieve a bag of DNA samples we had sent last night for examination at the National Crime Agency, who let us use their facilities if in turn we took on the more discreet cases. Their examination of the evidence is enough to confirm that our suspect was indeed guilty. It goes as per usual; run around the city, get said suspect, get in some trouble but not enough to put the case in danger, deliver the suspect to authorities. Case closed.
One-thirty on a Thursday morning. I laid in bed worrying, after watching John rush to Main Street for a fire call. My head spun as the pager near my head continued to dispatch calls. “Be careful on the roof Watson, I can see light through,” Feltner’s voice echoed. Ambulance sirens boomed down a four-block stretch of Main Street. My body sprung from the bed and hurried out and down the block. My face began to fill with heat. Just then another page came through, “I know idiot, I put it there.” It was John’s voice. I felt relief and began to walk back down the sidewalk to our home. I heard a young girl screaming for her dog, hysterically. Finally, back in my house, I completely forgot that I had left the two girls upstairs. Thankfully,
It was monday 2:00 at United States Penitentiary Tucson, Arizona One harsh prison. There was one man named Joe Malfoy. Joe was an ordinary man one of his kind he was locked away for life after robbing 16 banks with a crew called the president's. These guys are One of the most wanted guys in history. Joe was caught when they were robbing a bank in colorado springs around 12:00 they got into the bank robbing the 2 vaults in the back of the bank after the money was grabbed they all ran out. The 4 members drove off with two lamborghinis split up in pairs. Around 10 minutes later the car the Joe was in the tire was hit by bullet and flipped over. Joe was stuck from a piece of metal that hit his shoulder. The other crew members drove off as the cops drove around the corner. Joe could not do anything the cops were just behind them.
Once upon a time, there was a man who lived in Flatlands in Brooklyn. His name was Georgevitch and for a living, he worked as a security guard for MetLife Insurance at 200 Park Avenue in Manhattan. He worked six nights a week patrolling around the building. One night he was patrolling the building and he thought to himself that there was no need for him. For several weeks, absolutely nothing had happened. Many things were going through his head. He was earning 25 dollars an hour. And that was better than what anyone else could offer him. Except for two things. He had shoplifted a couple of times and made a decent amount of money. Another time he had forged fake cheques. So, he could withdraw random people’s money. He was never caught, but his face was caught by cameras at the bank. He is still wanted by the police.
The reason for this is that Steve never really agreed to be a part of the robbery but James
Eight days. They kept him secure under lock and key for eight days. “It’s for your protection,” “He can’t hurt you anymore,” “You will receive justice,” everyone claimed. How little they knew. . .
There are many ways to provide children with the necessary skills and understanding they need in order to grow to be respectful and accepting citizens. The most important aspect of teaching children about cultural identities is reinforcing the understanding that difference is not a bad thing. Children have simple mindsets when it comes to differences in personalities and cultures, however while they may innocently ask questions that seem bias or discriminatory, they are simply seeking an explanation of something they don’t currently understand. One strategy to ensure children understand cultures is to simply and positively explain that everyone is different and there are people that come from all over the world, have different languages, accepts,
I stared out from the dirty car window and I sat in my parked car across the road from the slaughter house. Hundreds of cows milled aimlessly with glazed eyes, through dust clouds of the overturned earth. I watched as several other cars pulled up behind mine, checking in my rear view mirror to see a familiar face. Bianca in her little yellow bug looked so out of place on this filthy dirt road. Today was going to be the day we put a stop to the slaughter. Bianca stepped out of her car and I watched as she slowly walked towards the fence of the slaughter house. A man parked further behind us called out something illegible but she took no heed.