Evan Rando
It’s the dead of night in London, England. Through the thick fog high in the clouds a small plane flies by. As the plane jets through the night sky out jumps me and my two closest acquaintances, whisky and foxtrot. We parachute down to the top of the British Museum of London. What’s there you ask? The rosetta stone… our target. Once on the roof we use our high powered laser to cut inside. We rappel down inside but the place is crawling with guards, so we take to the vents. We crawl through the ventilation system until we reach the stones exhibit. Whisky descends out of the vent swiftly and undetected and takes out the guards. Then me and Foxtrot navigate through their final defense, the trip lasers. After we meticulously make it through the laser field it’s right there. We grab the rosetta stone setting off the alarm that notifies British special forces, the race is on.
We rush out of the museum just as the police arrive, we were a second too late and now are surrounded. The chief detective walks up to us and roughs us up. He announces to everyone that he needs to bring us to British special forces alone, due to his security clearance. He shackles us up and loads us in the back of his cruiser. The people of London rejoice as their precious stone has been saved, or so they think. The chief drives off, but we’re not going to jail, we’re going to the airport. The chief was on our side the whole time, it’s a double crossing. We arrive at the airport where our plane is waiting to bring us to the south of Wales, where we will wait out the heat.
That’s my perfect crime.
Emily Jaffee
What comes to mind when I picture my perfect crime? I’m not a particularly mischievous person, I’ve never even shoplifted so much as a pack of gum. That being said, for my perfect crime I’d like to go all out. I’d plan a series of bank robberies, FDIC insured banks only of course I wouldn’t want people to lose their deposits. I would plan out all these robberies and have my goons actually do all the heavy lifting. I’d offer them a percentage but by the time they came to collect it I’d be on a faraway deserted island sipping pina coladas on the beach. Not only would I get away with millions all to myself, but I’d teach these criminals who agreed to help me it’s wrong to steal.
Sydney Blake
My perfect crime would probably be to “borrow” a yacht. A group of friends and I would all play a role; the hacker, captain, get away driver, and someone to take the blame. My role of course would have to be the planner to organize how we will all do it. Our hacker would get all the information and stake out a boat for weeks to find the perfect moment to “borrow” it. We’d go for a spin one night when no one is around, with our Captain at the wheel. For when we are done we have a speedy driver who has perfectly hid the car for us to get out of there quickly. But on the off chance we get caught, we have one person to throw all the blame on. My perfect crime would be set for a good time.
Shari Heter
I committed the perfect crime today, I told my friends I was working on a project, when really, I was just lying in bed listening to sad music and eating cookies. I’ll never get caught. I left no traces behind. Well, except the tear stains on my pillow and a few cookie crumbs.
Brionne Thompson
My perfect crime would be stealing vintage/runway clothes. I am way too obsessed with runway designers and their elaborate designs that I would just need to have them in my closet. I like the clothing from the 1990’s mostly, and the way they are tailored to fit your body. To commit this crime, I would have to steal it from the Brooklyn Museum. I would absolutely never involve my friends in this…or maybe just one. My friend, Amen. She is the only one who wouldn’t be too anxious and loves fashion too. So we would rent the clothing to wear, and secretly hire huge security guards. Then after we rent them, we would have them pretend to rob us so they can have these other men to chase down, while Amen and I still have the clothes. Also, the checks would be fake and they would bounce, so it would be no harm no foul for us. I would definitely steal any of the looks from Thierry Mugler, especially from the “Les Cowboys” collection.
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