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June Peterson turned her black Corvette convertible onto Point Cypress Drive in Orlando Florida. She arrived at the gate of the gated community.
"I am here to see Aaron Simpson, my name is June Peterson."
The guard picked up the telephone after a moment he opened the gate. June was a young woman of twenty-nine years old, with green eyes and sleek, jet black hair that went just past her shoulders. She stood at five foot nine, had an athletic build with a 34B bust size.
June was an extraordinary thief; she had a lifetime of crime. She had started from a very young age, when she would steal candy and trinkets from convenience stores, then graduated to higher crimes.
She parked in the driveway of Aaron Simpson, the Earth Wolf. She got out of the car, her white strappy high heels clicked on the driveway. Her white sundress ruffled in the slight breeze, gold adorned her hands and wrists. She wore dark black Chanel sunglasses and diamond stud earrings and a white purse, where among personal items she carried a Smith & Wesson M&P9 Shield Plus Semi-Auto Pistol.
She walked up the long driveway, always admiring the large manor which Aaron lived in. She had been to his home lots of times before but was still in awe. She sometimes wondered why he needed such a big place for just him, his daughter and butler. June had been working with him for seven years now. But lately she had thoughts that she was getting older and she knew she couldn't do this forever. Maybe it was time for her to quit this lifestyle and get a real job and go straight. Sure the heists were fun and exciting and she got a rush from it but lately Aaron has been stepping up the operations making them more elaborate therefore making them more dangerous. The money in it was good but she had enough now, enough to start a new life. She was nervous about telling Aaron she wanted out. Aaron had always been nice to her and she knew he would not be happy and would try to convince her to stay.
To her left three large oak trees placed in a triangle shape on the front lawn provided shade and a bit of seclusion and hiding. The grass was green and manicured to perfection. June walked up the steps of the porch to the front door and rang the doorbell. The butler Walter who answered the door, recognized her and let her in.
"Walter," she said and passed him by.
"Miss," he replied back. "He is out by the pool."
June entered the back patio and there was the Earth Wolf in nothing but a pair of swim trunks tanning in the sunlight. His body shone from sun tan oil with his salt and pepper hair and greying beard. To her left under an umbrella shade was his daughter, Claire, looking very attractive in a fluorescent pink bikini. She was doing her nails. She looked up when she saw June with no expression and said nothing and went back to her nails. She annoyed June with her attitude, but being the daughter of an international criminal mastermind, what could she expect? Yes, she was attractive but that was about it. She didn't work; she did nothing but mooch off her father.
Her mother, Aaron's wife, was gunned down in a broad daylight drive-by, just before Claire's second birthday. Nobody was sure but the general consensus was that her father, the Earth Wolf, had something to do with it, or it was his fault she was targeted. So Aaron raised her and like most children in her situation she joined the 'family business'. June stepped closer to Aaron.
"I'm here," she said.
He didn't move. She stepped closer.
"Aaron, I am here," she stated again.
Claire made a little laugh and shook her head. June looked angrily at her, Aaron was still motionless. She stepped right next to him then heard his faint snoring. She gave him a sharp smack with the back of her hand on the side of his head.
"What? What? What?" he said in a raised startled voice.
"Aaron, I am here."
He looked up from his lounge chair.
Claire clapped and laughed at the scene.
"June, good you are here. Follow me," he said, leading her into the house and Claire dived into the pool. Aaron led June into his den, another place she has been to many times but always gave her an uneasy feeling. "Sit," he instructed her and closed the door.
The den was dimly lit with a little sunlight sneaking in through the drawn blinds. The tension in the room was palpable to June. She knew whatever he was going to tell her was going to be big. Aaron walked over to the large bookshelf to his left. He took a device out his pocket, pushed a button that caused the bookshelf to open. He walked inside to what was a small room and retrieved several files and then walked out, and pushed the button again causing the bookshelf to close again. He sat back at his desk and placed the files all marked 'Classified' on his desk. June looked up at him a little shocked.
"What's this?" She asked.
"A little present from our friend Antonio Bianchi. He is usually into books and art so he offered me these."
June picked up the files and started to look through them. Then she looked at Aaron with slight shock.
"Are these..."
"Yes," Aaron cut her off. "Government nuclear planning documents," His voice went down to barely above a whisper. "Listen," he said leaning on his desk. "We have the opportunity of a lifetime here. These documents could change the world -we can sell them for a fortune." His eyes were lit with excitement and adventure.
June, however, was cautious. She always liked money but she also heard rumors of what happened to those who crossed the government. Those thoughts made her very uneasy and nervous. Being a skilled forger, her ability would be crucial in crafting a credible denial should things not work out.
June thought for a moment and considered the implications. "Aaron, do you realize what you're doing? If we get caught, it's not just a slap on the wrist. We're talking about federal charges, serious time," she countered.
Once again, June found herself considering her future. The thrill and rush of these heists had once excited her, but this was monumental in the back of her head she thought 'this couldn't possibly work'.
"I understand," Aaron tried to reassure her. "But think about the life we could have. We could move somewhere, anywhere we wanted, start fresh, new identities, no more always looking over our shoulders."
June's heart was torn. On one hand the thrill, the money, the excitement. On the other hand, trepidation and the risk of a six by eight foot cell for quite possibly the rest of her life. After a moment of silence, June took a deep breath.
"Alright, let's suspend reality for a minute and say we actually go through with this," she said.
"What is our plan? Do you even have a plan? Do you have a buyer lined up? Who wants this kind of information?"
"Arms dealers, terrorists, foreign enemies," Aaron replied calmly.
"Like who?" June asked a little annoyed at Aaron's calmness about all this.
"Marco Writer."
