Flash Fiction: Silver Bike

We’ve found it.

The plate matches. We’ve found the getaway vehicle, just as the witnesses described: A silver roadster. Wow, this is one heck of a machine. No wonder we could not catch it. Only if the police department gave us better vehicles to work with.
Our suspect is a master thief. Somehow, he effortlessly broke into the most secure vault and stole the Count’s pendant without triggering any alarm, giving him enough time to mount his bike and get away from us. I think he’s a master sniper too. Why?

Because there’s a frigging laser dot on my chest…


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Friday Fictioneers 8th March 2019

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