Your hotel room was ideally suited to the audacious scheme that you had dreamed up. Across the street stood the CRANMORE building where the famous CRANMORE DIAMOND was being exhibited. You reflected how your present circumstances had forced you to consider stealing the precious gem, but that was the reason you were here! You were in a small town with a few shops, a hotel and a police station. You certainly had no intention of ending up there. You glanced at the lime, it was almost 5.00 pm, and the last day of the exhibition. You had about 9 hours to execute your daring plan. After that, the diamond would no longer be accessible. You stared vaguely out of the hotel window, below street lamps everywhere glowed brightly in the evening dusk. One sip of Brandy you thought to calm your jangling nerves, and then it was time to begin...
Published in Commodore Disk User 1991/02 and Your Commodore 1991/03 (Tape #15).