Know what, the hell with it. i'll just copy paste it. If you have any comments on "The Robbery of Buckingham", leave it here in my comments. This is a sort of prequel to a book i'll be writing this summer.

The Robbery of Buckingham

January 25, 2009

Cole O'Donnell


Beep! goes a telephone as Neil Denzel checks his messages for anything important. The first was from some telemarketer asking him to buy sun lotion, the next a rather embarassing one from his mother telling him to remember to be safe and to call more often. Finally, he came across one from his boss telling him there was a case at Buckingham Palace. Neil got dressed into a grey suit, had a quick breakfast, put on his trench coat, dug out his umbrella and went out into the rainy, dark day. Neil then arrives at Buckingham Palace soaking wet, as his car was at the repair shop, which made it so he had to bike. Before entering, a police officer stopped him and asked, -ID please in a deep voice. Oh yes, of course he replied in a thick English accent, while flashing an investigator's badge from his wallet. Before entering he gaped at the Palace in all its beautiful and awe striking glory. With its many floors, windows, ornate entrance and collosal size, it indeed looked like the work of the multiple architects who designed it through the years of its existence as a palace. He is greated inside by Dan Black, his boss and head investigator who walks over and says in his usual deep gritty voice,-So! It seems you're up early. Neil then replies while checking, then double checking his watch with disbelief,-My yes! It appears to already be 5:30 in the bloody morning!
Dan was a large man with a small, almost toothbrush like white mustache. He had very thick arms and long legs. His head was topped with a matted tuff of brown hair. In comparison, Neil was rather tall, but extremely thin with blond hair and a bald face. He had thin, long legs and the same for his arms. As they walked throughout the halls of the Palace, Neil asks, -So, what has happened? -One of the Queen's rings was stolen, replied Dan. -Just one ring! I am, besides than you, the best investigator in my entire division! But you bring me to the case of a robbery of one ring!? exclaimed Neil. A guard passing by muttered to him,-Not just any bloody ring. -Yes indeed, said Dan, -it was a terribly expensive one, 3 diamonds, all 50 karats, and hand carved. It has 60 karats worth of natural saphires all on one band of gold worth, itself, 40 karats. Astonished, Neil asked, -Where is the room that it was kept in? Are there any witnesses? -Through here, said Dan. They arrived in a hallway, where half way down was a huge gaping hole where a door should surely have been. Inside was a large white room with one safe, which was ajar. -Bloody hell, murmured Neil. -There are three witnesses, said his boss, -but, he continued, all three saw a different shady character inside or around the building. -Well then, I better get to it, replied Denzel.
-Tell me what you saw, said Neil. He was in a large white square tiled interrogation room at a police office in downtown London, England. Inside the room was a table with two small recording microphones at each end. On the other side of the table sat an elderly woman who was one of the three witnesses mentioned by Dan. Her name was Maria Albon, one of the maids at the Palace. She was a rather stout woman with greying brown hair, a rather stern looking face, and short arms and legs. She was wearing her maid's dress and seemed like one of those grandmothers who would spoil you mad. But, Neil had soon discovered that Maria was the opposite, a strict almost fierce woman who got whatever needed to be done fast and so saw fit for others to do the same. Maria replied in an oddly kind voice for her nature, -As I was cleaning in the main hall, I saw a very shady woman in black velvet walking to one of the interconnecting halls. She must have met up with someone because I heard talking. It must have been a man she was talking with because one of the voices sounded rather deep. But, I can't describe the other person, due to the fact that I was called to clean up a mess in the kitchen. Neil said kindly, -Thank you for your time, you may leave. Then regaining all her strictness before leaving, she uttered to him, -Now young man, you best get this case done as quick as you can, or you'll never hear the end of it from me!
After Maria left, Neil put his trench coat on. Outside, the room was a well lit hallway, which led itself to the entrance of the police station. The entrance was, as usual, filled past the brim with inmates who were being transported to the nearby prison. He continued on through the hallways lined with doors each bearing a name. These were offices of the investigators, and at last came to his own. Inside, it was mostly well kept. He had a bookcase on the right wall, a desk was in front of a large window that spanned most of the wall. It looked upon Buckingham Palace in the distance. The only thing that wasn't in order was his desk. It was nearly wallpapered with sheets. On top of all that was his computer, or at least he thought it was, it was not even visible anymore. The computer looked more of a monument of sticky notes. Just then, Dan came in and said in good humour, -I see you've made a tribute to paper, our dearest resource! Ha Ha! -Oh, be quiet...wait where did these come from anyhow?, Neil questioned. -These are every case you've done in the last year, including tips, Dan replied proudly. -The people who store your cases don't have anymore room to put them, so you have to hold on to them yourself. -How many cases are here?!, Neil bellowed. -105, you've put almost too many people in jail, said Black. -Well I'll leave you to thinking.
As Dan left, Neil sat down on the chair behind his desk to pass over the accounts of his witnesses. The first was a royal guard who had said he'd seen a large bulging man going down one of the interconnecting halls to the main one. Apparently he hadn't seen his face because he had to call a maid to a mess in a kitchen. That had to have been Maria, he thought. There was one problem. How did the second witness' suspect fit in? The second witness, who was a tourist visiting from New York, had said that there was a skinny man with a duffel bag walking near the entrance. Was he lying? Yes, he had a lot of money and was counting it in the interrogation room. When Neil asked where he got it, he stuttered when he said that he won the lottery. He must have been bribed, but by who? Then it clicked, he remembered Dan who had described the ring exactly, which in itself was very detailed, almost like he owned it. Also, he remembered one day when Dan told him he was an expert with explosives. The door to the room where the ring was kept had been blown to pieces.
Neil checked the time, 8:30pm. Running out of his office and through the hall into the entrance, he urgently asked one of the people at the main desk, -Have you see Dan? She replied, -Yes, he just left. -Perfect, I still have time, he whispered as he went out the door.
In a gloomy alleyway, a large man was walking through when he saw his goal. A very shady and suspicious woman in velvet was waiting under a streetlight. As he approached into the light, he said impatiently, -I have the ring, now where is my money? -Shhh, whispered the woman, quiet down, we don't want people to- -Stop there! Suddenly, Neil came out from the dark and into the light of the streetlamp. Holding up his badge and pistol, Neil declared, -Dan Black and Janith Anna, you are both under arrest for robbery and royal betrayal!

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