Joubert Richardson

The Conway's Conspiracy Joubert Richardson

Hidden on a bushy hillock, Garry scrutinized the perimeter that enclosed the American Shopping Mall. A morning breeze gusted through the landscape and his hands, wrapped around a rifle, sweated cold. From time to time, he raised a telescope and focused on the massive building facing the hillock: The Hauss & Caust Bank. There, behind a wall, his brother Edward was on the lookout with a gun in his hand.
What about Peter and Jonass? He envisioned them in a ditch, small, frail, and fearful.
What a terrible moment for the Conway brothers! Further they went back in memory, less they understood the reason why they had followed the path of such a dreadful criminal career.
Garry remembered the trauma of his first years as an outlaw. As in a dream, he saw himself chained with robbers and killers and heard the prosecutor's voice enumerating his criminal offenses. Arrest, trial, and prison, the familiar images of his life, formed a heartbreaking collection of shame and infamy. He had a poignant sense of moral failure and, suddenly, wept like a child. The images of his past displayed a film describing the story of a heartless bastard.
The expression of his face softened until the armored car appeared on the perimeter surrounding the mall; he then became stern and steely. Raising the telescope, he lay down under a bush and took his gun.