As I walked nervously down the hall,  the smell of peppermint filled my nostrils. The plan was in place, and the tour was coming to a breaking point. othing in the plan could go wrong.
“Ready?”
“Ready,” All of them said.
“Let’s go.”
We walked silent as a summer breeze. No one in sight; the plan was going perfectly, all the men broke off, and took down the guards. As we reached the top of the stair of the white house, I couldn’t help but realize the the window was open. As I approached the door to the top, someone spoke.

“I wouldn’t touch that if I were you,” said a man behind me.
“You!”
“Why of course it’s me.”

My men got ready to jump him,
“No,” I said. No not yet. First, I want to know who you are.”
“Oh, you know, I’m Jesus.”
“It’s pronounced Hésus!” said a man on the floor next to him in handcuffs.
“Run!” Many of my men and I yelled.” Run for your lives!!”~

“Lasers were shot everywhere, most of my men died that day. I only remember one other thing about it.” I said to the reporter.
“And, what was it?”
“The prize. 20 million dollars worth in diamonds. But that was thirty years ago, why did you want to know?”

And then there were gunshots.