Right, here's my part:
Ryan eyed the vault in front of him. It was shaped in the size of a fortress. The combiniation lock code was damn difficult, He swore to himself. He moved down the number on the lock. 5,6,7, no, that wasn't it. 5, 6, 7, 6, ah yes! 5,6,7,6,9 He thought to himself. The vault gave a hissing noise releasing steam.Three layers of it moved away , disspearing into darkness. The silver lining of the vault became a stark brown. The door opened and in it were $150 million dollar gold plates, each with the sign of the C.S.A.
Ryan whistled to himself, this money was worth a damn fortune and would keep him content for life and he would have done lots of stuff, had not the bell rang right now. He stuffed whatever he could take and placed them in a bag. He rose and exited from the room. Shouts could be heard from Guards with their dogs barking and growling. Ryan ran through the corridors and saw the window. He had two options. Either wait for the dogs to come or jump from this window. Ryan chose the latter. He ran as fast as he could and slammed into the window hard. It broke but scratched his arms. His shout was heard. He landed onto the bush.
'' Well, well, well, if it isn't Mr Ryan. I thought you were away in the Bahamas, enjoying your vacation.'' A voice said behind him.
Ryan turned his head to look at Patrick O'l Leary. They had both been friends at High School , then going to University, Ryan had passed with a full degree in explosives and bombs, while Patrick got his application to join the New York Police academy. The only thing that had caused their friendship to deteriorate was when Patrick discovered his best friend was a theif , that stole not the small stuff, but the big stuff. He had been given a case to solve. The '' robin hood '' of New york. He stole from the rich and had generously funded small charities and orphanages. Finding Ryan to be the criminal had an emotional impact on him. He never believed that Ryan could be a thief. But Ryan admitted to being a thief.