Twelve Days

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In a small town right off the coast of Cali, sits a large FBI office full of people. Whether it be sunrise or sunset, there are people in and out of there non-stop. Throughout the summer of 2000, the only crimes that needed to investigate were robberies and attempted robberies. But this summer, the summer of 2001, everything changed. Criminals struck at 11:57pm every 12 days. The FBI officers have to find a criminal within 12 days, or else they'll need to find two. And it's not even an identity pattern. First crime, robbery by a black male. Second crime, attempted robbery by a white female. Third crime, succeeded robbery by white male.

It's now July 30th and only ¾ of the criminals have been caught. Their strategy is working. More crimes, less likely you're the one they'll catch. And no finger prints were found at any of the crime scenes. What kind of human being can commit a crime and not leave a single print? Tonight is night eleven. Tomorrow night, another criminal strikes at, well, almost midnight.

It's now 11:53pm on the 12th night. Four more minutes and another robber will strike. The four minutes feel like hours sitting in that squad car. All alone in the dark. No one for miles. No one except a white van about 45 yards behind the car. Wait! What time is it? It's 11:58! That's them! They're getting away already! But what was their crime? Why was it so fast? Who are they? As the white van hit the gas, they were gone. The only thing left of them was the license plate, and the officer couldn't read it. It was too scratched up.

That same night, 2 officers came back to the office with two more criminals. Not the ones from the most recent crime, but, two criminals. They had robbed a jewelry store on the 4th crime night. They got out with 30 diamond ring, 14 gold rings, 3 emerald rings, and 50 birthstone earrings. Of course, they had already sold them for almost ½ million all together. The officers went back to the jewelry store the next morning to return all of the money. The store owner got back more than needed. But it made up for all the stress of lost diamonds.

The next 11 days, every officer in the building was investigating the unfounded crimes from the 12 day streaks. At the end of investigation, the only clues found were a red wire on the floor at crime night 6, and a blue wire with a voice box on a counter at crime night 7. One of the officers joked about it and said that maybe it was a robot. Everyone there laughed. But what if it's true? What if man has finally created intelligent machinery? And if so, were they evil? Could they be programed back? Questions ran through the office like a speed racer.

Other officers went back to the scenes to investigate more while some stayed back and tried to hack the wire signals to see if there was a router controlling them. By 5:00pm, there was a trace to a router. Its position was said to be under water. Some people didn't believe it, but most did. The next morning, certain professionals dived into the sea. At about 3000ft down, they found the router. It was crashed, but they were able to get some information out of it.

The owner of the router was a white female. Her name was Jessica Long. She lived in New Jersey, and she was a robotics engineer. How convenient. It took a while to get to New Jersey, but when they did, they found Jessica and arrested her for I interrogation. She admitted to building the robots, but not shipping them to California. She stated that her robots were stolen about a year ago and her router wasn't to be found. She said that her router was attached to her wall, but no damage was done to the paint where it was placed. And the only people that were in her house without her there was her mom, her sister, and her gardener. When one of the officers asked what else did the gardener do for a living, Jessica replied quickly. "A house designer". The officers suspected that the gardener is a house designer, paint was available to him, so if he stole the router, he could cover it back up.

A week later, they left New Jersey and went back to their home office in California. They searched up the gardener, his name was Dallas Coops and he had a criminal record for house destruction. The officers went to his address and arrested him. He admitted to committing the crime and stealing the router. He has a jail sentence of 40 years.

After all that ciaos, the main chief went to Dallas's house and found all of the stolen items. They were properly returned to the owners and had no damage. The officers invited all of the victims to brunch at their favorite restaurant that weekend. No one was harmed, and the twelve day streak was ended after the office3rs shut down the robots and recycled their metal. Now I guess it's back to normal robberies.

The End