Their heist had gone well. The only hiccup was the defecating eagle on their way out, splattering Benny just a little. He hated eagles.
“We’re almost there,” said Sam at the wheel.
Benny glanced at the bags of cash.
Kyle chuckled. “Don’t worry, plenty there to cover that losing bet.” Indeed, Benny’s team lost to the Eagles. In overtime. Scoring in the last second. Bastards.
Bang. The van shuddered and careened through something…then it stopped, rocking gently on a cliff edge. As the van tilted back, they began to laugh when an eagle landed on the bonnet.
Benny hated eagles.