They weren’t stupid. They knew what to do. They had read about the MO from the newspapers, from people who had gone before.
All you needed to do was to rent an office close to the bank and start digging. Don’t make any noise and pile up the soil out of sight. For productivity, rig up some sort of lighting system for the tunnelers.
The boss was pleased with the progress. “Well done, lads,” he said, lighting a Cuban.
When they finally surfaced they found themselves in the library.
“Well, this is a first,” said one of the men.
100 words written in response to Rochelle Wishoff-Fields‘ photo prompt.