Mistakes Made: Act 2, Scene 6
Everything was going well. They made it inside. Tom disarmed the security system. The lock to the safe was easy to bypass. Arly couldn’t believe their luck. This plan of theirs was going to work. They were going to use the money to do some good. They were–
Alarms. There weren’t supposed to be alarms.
“What did you idiots do?” Arly demanded, pulling off her black mask. Thick curls tumbled into her eyes, but both men could feel the rage behind them. “We had ten more minutes!”
Arly groaned to herself as they began arguing, trying to place blame on anyone but themselves. She didn’t care who did it (yes, she did), but they needed a plan or they would be facing several long years in prison. Her focus fell to the massive stacks of cash still laying in the safe. They couldn’t take any more without risking being caught.
She looked to her backpack once more and found that it was fuller than she thought. While they didn’t get as much as they were hoping for this time, what they did get would be enough to start. She took hold of the zipper and closed the bag, shouldering it before she barked another order at her friends. Kyran took the hint, taking hold of his own backpack, and grabbed hold of Tom’s shirt.
Kyran easily dwarfed Tom and pulled him along behind Arly, making sure to avoid any other potential traps. They didn’t need to set off another set of alarms. What went off was more than enough to get their asses in gear. It wouldn’t be long before officers showed up to the building, and that would make escape harder. She should’ve known that robbing Johnson Manufacturing was a terrible idea.
As they neared the service shaft they used to get inside the building, Arly heard more footsteps in the hallway. She peered around the corner and saw that the evening guards were blocking the path. She panicked, pushing the men backwards into an office. Quietly, she shut and locked the door.
Tom glanced out the window while the other two watched the hallway, commenting, “It can’t get any worse than this.”
Both turned to shush him, noticing the flashing red and blue lights that must’ve surrounded the building. Arly hadn’t considered how long it would take the police to arrive if the worst happened, but she knew it was a mistake to be so cocky. Maybe they deserved to get caught.
“This is bad,” Kyran mused. It was bad. Arly agreed entirely. She was the one who came up with this terrible idea, and they were all going to pay for it. “Was it worth it?”
She didn’t have much time to consider her actions or his question while they hid in the office, because someone walked in on them and answered it for her. “I should let you go to prison for using me,” the imposing, disappointed figure spat at them. “I pulled the alarms for a reason.”
If Arly, if any of them had checked their phones, they would know that Benny had invited them to study for the upcoming exam in their Ethics class at the office – they had invested in some new equipment that would help with the study process. He thought it had been strange that they didn’t reply, but had come to his father’s office anyway. He hoped that they might show up late. Instead, he caught his friends stealing from the company vault. He hadn’t considered the ramifications before he pulled the alarm. He didn’t care.
However, he looked Arly in the eyes. She looked like an animal preparing to be caged. She was ready to take responsibility for her actions immediately. Did she know how deep this betrayal cut him? It didn’t matter. Benny couldn’t let them go to prison. He ripped the backpacks away from them, tossing the bags into the closet so the police wouldn’t find them. “Sit down at the table. Shut up,” Benny told them forcefully.
It took Arly a moment to move and she only did so because Kyran practically tossed her into the chair. They had no idea what Benny was up to, but they were willing to take whatever punishment they deserved. The bandits waited and watched as the police came up to the floor. An officer came to the door and tried to enter, but Benny had locked the door. His face contorted into one of fear as he let the officer in. The man glanced them over and asked, “You Benny Johnson?”
“Yes sir,” Benny spoke quietly, his voice shaking just a bit. The officer mistook it for sadness, but the others figured it was anger. He reached into his pocket, finding his wallet and ID to show the man. “We locked the door when we heard the alarms. Is everything alright?”
“It was likely just a false alarm. We’ll check. Someone will be up to escort you and your friends out,” the officer reassured him.
There were perks, Benny supposed, to being the son of the company owner. Everyone brushed past them in an attempt to secure the building, unaware that the criminals they were searching for had already been caught. Benny ignored their half-hearted apologies as he opened the closet and gathered the money they stole into his own backpack. When the officers came for them, he sent the others outside while he went to the main office to hear what was found.
“We messed up,” Tom spoke once the officers let them go outside. “We messed up bad.”
Tom was right, but Arly didn’t understand why Benny had changed his mind. He had called the police or set off the alarms so that they’d be caught. Why did he help them escape? She didn’t know, but she was going to find out.