The Suitcase
A writing competition for students
The Suitcase
The Suitcase…. Out of all the suitcases. My suitcase. Not the handbag, not the backpack, the suitcase. The riches in that suitcase. Priceless. The illegals in that suitcase. Illegal. And now, I have to find that suitcase, or run away and hide in the shadows, forever.
BUMP! I flew into the air and back down again. BUMP! There went another. Perfect. On the boiling hot day, in the golden sandy deserts. I can’t believe I’m doing this for a suitcase, I should just run away. But it would have been quite a shame to lose all of them beautiful drugs, money and weapons, sure I could earn it all back in one day but that’s not my goal. My main goal was a whole other level. I was looking for the chip…
The chip… the world’s greatest fear. The most destructive weapon the galaxy has ever seen. It doesn’t have a name. It doesn’t need one. It contains every single plan on record that the world has. The USA, United Kingdom, China, France, you name it and I’ve got every single little fact about them. No one brushes the floor without me knowing it. But anyway enough about the chip let’s actually find this thing. It was a long dreary day. And there was no sign of anything, but then…. But then I saw the car. Speeding at the speed of light years. So I turned on my fake police light, got my microphone and screamed into it like never before. So he pulled over like anyone would but this time he didn’t pull over to talk he pulled over to kill. He pulled his gun out with the chip in the other. I pulled my gun out and killed him, ran up and took the chip.