Kidnapped-Part 1
Coral Niep was an infamous criminal. At age ten he stole the Mona Lisa. On his twelfth birthday instead of having a party his dad had taken him to London, to steal the crown jewels and replace them with replicas made out of cheese.
Now at fifteen Coral was getting ready to carry out his most daring heist yet. He was going to kidnap the president’s daughter. Why? Because he was bored.
Breaking into the White House would be no easy feat though. After months of surveillance Coral had come to terms with the fact that this time he couldn’t simply slip in a couple of grenades and make things go boom. Security was tight and to make matters worse the bedrooms were on the second floor. Even though he had the detailed security measure outlines and blueprints (if they didn’t want him to hack in then they should have tried harder to keep him out) Coral knew that no one’s movements could be predicted with one-hundred percent accuracy.
The young criminal mastermind ran a hand through his dirty-blond hair and looked up at the ceiling. He’d been pouring over data for over fifty hours with little progress. There had been five sure-fire ways to get into the residence but none of them had an above seventy-five percent chance of making it back out with your head attached to your body.
“Damn me and my crazy plans.” Coral thought.
“If I’m going to pulling this off I’m gonna need inside help.” Sadly, the life of a criminal mastermind is usually a lonely one. Usually. Fortunately for him Coral had Luke.
A master in disguise, Luke Stevens had conned his way into many VIP events and even impersonated celebrities when he was having a crappy day.
Immediately upon arrival Luke was briefed on the mission and his role in it.
“So let me get this straight.” Luke started while spinning in circles on the desk chair, much to Coral’s annoyance.
“You want me to con my way into the White House, cozy up to the presidents daughter, then help you kidnap her. All because you’re bored?”
“Yep.” Coral answered, leaning on the table.
“Dude, you need a new hobby.”
“I know. Now will you help me or not?”
“Can I get some time to think about it?” Luke asked sheepishly. His best friend simply folded his arms and raised an eyebrow.
“Fine, I’ll help.” Raising his arms up in defeat, Luke spun on the chair again except this time he came to an abrupt stop and fell off.
“Coral!” The culprit simply smiled devilishly and clicked a button on his phone.
Suddenly a loud beep sounded throughout the room and the closet door flew open.
“You can not be serious.” The devilish smile on Coral’s face only grew as he saw his friend’s expression.
In the closet hung a simple black dress, a white apron and bonnet.
In a mocking tone Coral asked,
“Aren’t you going to try it on?”
“You must have finally lost your mind.”
“Finally?”
“Good point, but I’m still not putting that thing on”
“We’ll see about that” Coral’s grin turned into the most evil smile ever seen. After that everything happened in a blur.