bob vila 1 night heist chapter 2

chapter 2
BOB ARRIVES 

Sitting on the edge of the pavement, a sweaty and bedraggled Fernando was pulling out his phone and calling the police. Meanwhile, in the seacrest police department(S.C.P.D) a woman called Beth who had just started here was trying to find a file among the thousands of papers on her desk when the phone rang. " Hello S.C.P.D how can i help?" Beth asked.

"Hello" came Fernandos voice. "my cars been stolen. Just like the last one was."

"OK we'll send someone strait away."and with that she put the phone down and got on with finding that file.

To get into the city of seacrest you have to drive down a long, smooth,twisty road that goes through the forest hills but in amongst the green is a big white mansion also known as bob vilas house. In the garden was a perfectly still pool and a small oval race track. Next to it was a garage where Bob kept all his cars yet bob was somewhere different. He was sleeping in bed having a dream that he and his best friend jack were rock stars signing album covers.

Suddenly, he was woken by his mobile ringing. He was so surprised that he fell out of Bed then popped up and answered the phone. "Hello is this bob vila?" The voice said. "Yes?" answered Bob.

" This is the S.C.P.D, Your requested immediately on seaview drive."

"OK I'm coming" Bob said wearily as he got dressed and stepped out of the house to the garage to get his GMC topkick. It was now 11 pm and Fernando was still sitting there eating a bag of nachos. Then there was a growling sound down the road. When Fernando turned his head to see what it was he saw a big,black 2007 GMC c4500 4x4 topkick  coming towards him. As it stopped infront of him bob stepped out wearing trainers,jeans,a blue checked shirt and brown Stetson.

"Bob vila, private detective." He said casually bending down to look at the tire tracks. "Right, firstly what sort of car was it?"

"A grey and red porsche 911 GT3 RS " replied Fernando.

"Thank you" Bob said taking a picture of the track."that's all you can go home now."

"But my cars been stolen."

"walk."

"I live 10 miles from here."

"Call a cab."

So while Fernando called for a cab Bob got in the truck and headed out to his office in the police station to figure out what was going on...

night heist update.

Who liked the first part of night heist? anyway part 2 is coming very soon.

bob vila 1: night heist chapter 1

chapter 1
The crime

In the city of seacrest crime was at a high. 2012 had seen the rise of a mysterious crime lord who no one knew the name of except his closest followers. There were also criminals who committed crimes for fun like the infamous Marty Potter. The police alone could not keep up with the number of crimes happening in the city so they started recruiting private detectives to keep up with the enemy. This is the story of Bob Vila. A wealthy, English, ex-racing driver who has been one of these detectives for a year now and with a number of fast, powerful and downright big cars at his disposal they were all being locked up 1 by 1.

It was 10 O clock at night on a Friday, famously the noisiest night of the week. While all the bars and clubs were open and everyone on the street was too drunk to notice anything it was the perfect cover for another crime. In a certain Mexican restaurant called the "old Edwardo" a rich Italian called Fernando was celebrating his 40Th birthday. He had been given a brand new grey and red Porsche 911 GT3 RS off his brother and it was parked outside the restaurant but unbeknown to him it was about to get stolen from right under his nose...

Over the road Marty potter was waiting  outside a newspaper office with only a screwdriver and a lot of self confidence. Tick! His watch read 1 past 10, that was the time when all traffic was gone. He ran across the road  

to the drivers side door and opened it with the screwdriver and started it with the keys he had taken off Fernando. Fernando had never bothered to lock his car back home in Italy. He had obviously not been here long . The inside was very basic. No sat nav or back seats, this car was designed for racing. Suddenly Fernando ran out the front door of the restaurant. "Get out of my car man! he shouted with a strong accent. "Not a chance!" Marty shouted back and with a manic laugh he was off down the road. 

  TO BE CONTINUED...