Post by Liam on Nov 6, 2007 21:16:27 GMT
My english homework.
“And breaking news! The world’s biggest diamond, nicknamed ‘The King of the Jewels’, worth a staggering $twelve billion was stolen from the owner’s high-security vault at his London mansion. Police are not yet sure how the vault was broken into or how the numerous security features were bypassed, but believe this may have been the work of the new and notorious ‘English Mafia’, and their ruthless leader, Rodriguez Fernando. More on this story later. In other news today…”
The screen darkened and went out with a flicker as eighty eight year old Enid Johnson pressed standby on her decades-old television, held together with cellotape. She looked out of the wonder of her countryside bungalow. A bird chirped and flew to the overhanging branch on the dead, rotten tree in her patchy garden. There was so much crime going on these days that she couldn’t even leave the house and had to admire her beautiful surrounding from the safety of her own home. Not that she would have been able to leave the house anyway. No longer could she frolic in the forest, breathing the fresh country air and kicking the leaves. She was confined to her Zimmer frame and it sapped all of her strength to hobble into the kitchen to get a glass of milk.
“I know it’s not good enough sir!” Brian Longdon, Head of the High Profile Crime Squad in London, screamed down the phone at his superiors at Scotland Yard, “But there’s no sign of a forced entry, we’ve dusted for prints, and there are none and these criminals took an immense amount of care in avoiding setting of an alarm.” He slammed down the phone, furious.
“Boss, I think you’d better come and have a look at this,” Brian looked up to see Carl Smith, a new recruit to his taskforce, bending over a hole in the wall, where up until ten seconds ago, there was a chest of drawers. At least he’d solved the entry mystery.
“Get some uniform down that hole! And fast!” Brian Screamed. “It’ll be dark down there so I need at least ten men, and stay together!” In the end they were a person short and Brian lead the nervous party down the dark, gloomy hole.
‘Hello?’ Brian shouted down the hole. ‘Hello, hello, hello, hello’ was the reply as his voice echoed down the passage. ‘It’s the police, police, police, police,’
Water dripped from the ceiling into a cloudy puddle as the officers shone their torch beams around the dingy cavern they were currently standing in. There were two tunnels trailing off in different directions. Brian made the decision to send two teams of five down each, and update the headquarters on their location every five minutes. Brian led a team down the right-hand tunnel, whilst Gary Simpson, a Chief Constable, led the other down the left-hand.
* * *
After twenty minutes of tip-toeing around, Brian’s five men surfaced on a busy road in Walthamstow, but there was no sign of the men, or the diamond. Brian quickly assembled his officers and ordered the, to review the local CCTV footage and find out what happened previous to their arrival. One officer managed to get hold of footage from a local café, and it shower five Eastern-European men emerging from the tunnel. Another officer had footage of them hailing down a taxi and driving off.
Enid woke up with a start. She could hear a car stopping and people talking. She looked out of her bedroom window and saw some men walking into the disused coal mine opposite. This was unusual. She lived in a quiet village.
* * *
“Sir, we’ve just had news from the taxi firm. The suspects were dropped off on a road out side Surbiton in Surrey.” Brian finally had the information he wanted.
“Alright, that’s great news. Get some uniform down there doing door-to-door. See what we can dig up about these men.
* * *
Knock, knock. Someone was at the door. Enid looked through the window. Two police officers were standing there. She shuffled to the door and let them in.
“So, Miss Johnson, have you seen anything strange or out-of-the-ordinary today?” The young and beautiful police woman asked her.
“Is this to do with that diamond that’s been nicked?” Enid replied.
“Yes, it is.” The other officer announced, “We’re following up several lines of inquiry and any information you have may be vital to our investigation. So have you seen anything unusual?”
Enid told them about the men arriving and entering the mine, and also gave a description of the men. The officers thanked her for her time and drove away in their car.
Within two hours, a special tactical support unit were around the corner from the mine, in an unmarked van, going over the finer points of their plan to flush out the jewel thieves. They had managed to get hold of the blueprints for the mine.
Thankfully, there was only one entrance and exit. The force had identified where the criminals were using a heat-sensitive camera. The pan was to go for speed over stealth and capture all the criminals together.
* * *
Ten minutes later, the team was ready and raring to go. They all charged in and caught the five men without resistance. All five men pleaded guilty to the charge of theft and received over two hundred years in jail between them.
Enid Johnson received £twenty thousand from the multi-billionaire owner of the diamond, and used it to invest in a new, state-of-the-art wheelchair.
Brian Longdon was praised for his help in recovering the diamond. He obtained a promotion and a fifteen percent increase in wages. He used this money to take his wife on a Bahamas cruise.
Unfortunately, it was not the English Mafia responsible for the theft and Rodrigo Fernandez is still at large.
“And breaking news! The world’s biggest diamond, nicknamed ‘The King of the Jewels’, worth a staggering $twelve billion was stolen from the owner’s high-security vault at his London mansion. Police are not yet sure how the vault was broken into or how the numerous security features were bypassed, but believe this may have been the work of the new and notorious ‘English Mafia’, and their ruthless leader, Rodriguez Fernando. More on this story later. In other news today…”
The screen darkened and went out with a flicker as eighty eight year old Enid Johnson pressed standby on her decades-old television, held together with cellotape. She looked out of the wonder of her countryside bungalow. A bird chirped and flew to the overhanging branch on the dead, rotten tree in her patchy garden. There was so much crime going on these days that she couldn’t even leave the house and had to admire her beautiful surrounding from the safety of her own home. Not that she would have been able to leave the house anyway. No longer could she frolic in the forest, breathing the fresh country air and kicking the leaves. She was confined to her Zimmer frame and it sapped all of her strength to hobble into the kitchen to get a glass of milk.
“I know it’s not good enough sir!” Brian Longdon, Head of the High Profile Crime Squad in London, screamed down the phone at his superiors at Scotland Yard, “But there’s no sign of a forced entry, we’ve dusted for prints, and there are none and these criminals took an immense amount of care in avoiding setting of an alarm.” He slammed down the phone, furious.
“Boss, I think you’d better come and have a look at this,” Brian looked up to see Carl Smith, a new recruit to his taskforce, bending over a hole in the wall, where up until ten seconds ago, there was a chest of drawers. At least he’d solved the entry mystery.
“Get some uniform down that hole! And fast!” Brian Screamed. “It’ll be dark down there so I need at least ten men, and stay together!” In the end they were a person short and Brian lead the nervous party down the dark, gloomy hole.
‘Hello?’ Brian shouted down the hole. ‘Hello, hello, hello, hello’ was the reply as his voice echoed down the passage. ‘It’s the police, police, police, police,’
Water dripped from the ceiling into a cloudy puddle as the officers shone their torch beams around the dingy cavern they were currently standing in. There were two tunnels trailing off in different directions. Brian made the decision to send two teams of five down each, and update the headquarters on their location every five minutes. Brian led a team down the right-hand tunnel, whilst Gary Simpson, a Chief Constable, led the other down the left-hand.
* * *
After twenty minutes of tip-toeing around, Brian’s five men surfaced on a busy road in Walthamstow, but there was no sign of the men, or the diamond. Brian quickly assembled his officers and ordered the, to review the local CCTV footage and find out what happened previous to their arrival. One officer managed to get hold of footage from a local café, and it shower five Eastern-European men emerging from the tunnel. Another officer had footage of them hailing down a taxi and driving off.
Enid woke up with a start. She could hear a car stopping and people talking. She looked out of her bedroom window and saw some men walking into the disused coal mine opposite. This was unusual. She lived in a quiet village.
* * *
“Sir, we’ve just had news from the taxi firm. The suspects were dropped off on a road out side Surbiton in Surrey.” Brian finally had the information he wanted.
“Alright, that’s great news. Get some uniform down there doing door-to-door. See what we can dig up about these men.
* * *
Knock, knock. Someone was at the door. Enid looked through the window. Two police officers were standing there. She shuffled to the door and let them in.
“So, Miss Johnson, have you seen anything strange or out-of-the-ordinary today?” The young and beautiful police woman asked her.
“Is this to do with that diamond that’s been nicked?” Enid replied.
“Yes, it is.” The other officer announced, “We’re following up several lines of inquiry and any information you have may be vital to our investigation. So have you seen anything unusual?”
Enid told them about the men arriving and entering the mine, and also gave a description of the men. The officers thanked her for her time and drove away in their car.
Within two hours, a special tactical support unit were around the corner from the mine, in an unmarked van, going over the finer points of their plan to flush out the jewel thieves. They had managed to get hold of the blueprints for the mine.
Thankfully, there was only one entrance and exit. The force had identified where the criminals were using a heat-sensitive camera. The pan was to go for speed over stealth and capture all the criminals together.
* * *
Ten minutes later, the team was ready and raring to go. They all charged in and caught the five men without resistance. All five men pleaded guilty to the charge of theft and received over two hundred years in jail between them.
Enid Johnson received £twenty thousand from the multi-billionaire owner of the diamond, and used it to invest in a new, state-of-the-art wheelchair.
Brian Longdon was praised for his help in recovering the diamond. He obtained a promotion and a fifteen percent increase in wages. He used this money to take his wife on a Bahamas cruise.
Unfortunately, it was not the English Mafia responsible for the theft and Rodrigo Fernandez is still at large.