Time Heist

My name is Mitchel and this is my diary journal. I don't really know what to write so I guess I'll just tell you about myself. I'm thirty-seven, five-foot-eleven, professional bank robber, and the worlds second time traveler.

First off, I'm not some idiot who runs into a bank with a ski mask and a gun then demands money. I'm a professional; I steal money for a living and I am damn good at it. Detectives can't even figure out how I escape because I make my getaway five hours before I first enter the bank.

I have a degree in advanced engineering and programming which I use to my advantage. When robbing a bank you want to intimidate people into doing what you tell them. Sure dressing up in a mask and pulling a gun will scare the shit out of some people but only for a short while. I wear my own personal suit of armor specifically designed for absorbing bullets and carrying loads of cash.

I have redesigned a full body ballistics suit with two hydraulic pistons that connect the heels of my boots to the back of my body; decreasing the weight of the suit and whatever I'm carrying. Underneath that I wear a hazard suit and gas mask to ensure  I don't leave anything for police annalists.

Hell I even have bags that catch my bullet casings so they can't use them to track me.

The police sum it up pretty well when they call me 'Ghost Robber.'

Mitchel got up early, he had a big day planned. Get my gear, get to the bank before ten, then wait five hours. Mitchel continued running through his plans as he made some coffee and cereal, Get to the vault before it closes, bag the cash,  jump back five minutes and run out. He began to read the paper flipping through the sports section before noticing himself in one of the articles.

"Heavily armed men rob branch bank and disappear without a trace." He read aloud pausing to take a sip of his coffee before continuing, On Wednesday, March 2 at 3 o' clock P.M. an unconfirmed number of heavily armed men entered the New World Bank on the north side of New York. The gunmen opened fire killing all armed security personnel while leaving the civilians unharmed. When the police arrived they reported one of the perpetrators sealing himself in the vault while another escaped with the money. After the police opened the vault they found that the robber had disappeared without a trace along with all of his accomplices. No further information is known about the perpetrators, if you have any information please contact the police.

Mitchel chuckled, "If only they knew." After completing his breakfast Mitchel walked over to the basement steps of his uncles' old rundown house. He'd been the closest thing to a son the old man ever had so he was given possession of his uncles' belongings when he died.

Mitchel reached the bottom of the steps and turned on the single incandescent light in the middle of the room. He walked over to the center of the room and pushed aside the box of Christmas supplies to reveal a loose square of concrete.

Walking back over to the stairs, Mitchel grabbed the crowbar to remove the block of stone. He inserted the steel bar and lifted the block aside revealing a titanium hatch. Once the key pad lit up he entered the six digit code causing the half-foot thick bomb proof door to open.

Mitchel dropped down through the hatch into the thirty thirty foot diameter ball of titanium he called, The Sphere The Sphere was built by his genius uncle, the father of time travel, to contain P-DAC, the Paradox Detection And Correction device. Mitchel used the remaining space to house his heisting equipment. Since the titanium and other materials that made up The Spheres hull blocked all forms of radio signals no one knew the place existed.

Still in his underwear, Mitchel put on his hazard suit, double checking the seals, before putting together the rest of his gear.

His suit was packed and ready to go so all Mitchel had to do was decide what guns to bring. "I'm feeling rather Russian today." He said as he grabbed the AK off  it's rack. Next, he grabbed his Remington 870 for close-quarters combat, and breaching doors. Finally, he loaded up his Colt .45 and set placed it in it's holster.

Mitchel made several trips up from the basement as he loaded his gear into the van before resealing the The Sphere. After that, he got in the van and started towards the unlucky bank that would serve as his paycheck for this month.

As Mitchel exited the tunnel and entered New York he looked around at the people who were on their way to work. Funny. Despite the fact I'm about to rob a bank my morning has been almost completely normal. Mitchel glanced behind him at the ballistics suit, Almost.

Mitchel arrived at the bank and parked the van in an alleyway on the opposite side of the quiet street. "Once more unto the breach." He said as he climbed into the back of the van.

"First, the armor." Mitchel unpacked his suit and began putting it on. First, Mitchel put the flack-jacket on over his hazard suit. After that, he put on his armored pants which interlocked with the bottom of the jacket. Once completed, Mitchel connected the two hydraulic pistons to the steel plates on his feet and to the metal frame inside the back of his jacket. Next, he put on the two armor sleeves that covered his arms and connected them to the jacket.

"Alright, now for the electronics." Mitchel quickly unpacked the briefcases containing the control units for the suit and time machine before attaching it to his armor. First, he connected the bullet proof combat laptop to his back and to the two pistons. Next, Mitchel inserted the time machine into his left forearm, and his smartphone into his right forearm. After connecting both devices to the computer Mitchel put on his armored gas mask and bonded it with the hazard suit.

"And finally the finishing touch." Mitchel threw on a large grey trench coat which concealed his firearms. Then he slipped on armored gloves and boots to protect his exposed hands and feet.

"Perfect." Mitchel said smiling at the terror he would invoke. Alright, just need turn off the hydraulics so I don't attract to much attention. Mitchel hopped out of the van and sat down in an alley doorway to conceal himself.

A flash of light attracted his attention to the side of the van where an identical copy of himself stood with four large bags. The two exchanged nods before the copy got in the van and drove off.

"Ah, I love time travel too bad I can only go back in time and only twenty-four hours at that." He frowned. Could't The old man have figured out to go forward in time; past the point of origin. Mitchel sighed, Oh well. I guess I'll just have to sit here and wait five hours.

== Five Hours ==

*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*

Mitchel was snapped back to reality by the sound of his phones' alarm going off. "Well Alright then." Mitchel said activating his time machine and configuring its point of origin.

"Let's make some money!" He called out before activating his hydraulics and using them to sprint across the street.

Mitchel burst through the front door of the bank AK at the ready. A guard currently on the phone looked up in surprise only to be riddled with bullets. "That's one down-"

"Freeze!" Another guard yelled drawing his sidearm.

"-four to go." His copy said as he ran out of the vault and pumped the guard full of lead. The copy promptly ran out of the bank and across the street before disappearing.

Mitchel whipped out his Remington and Colt simultaneously, kneeling down while crossing his arms for support. He fired the Remington and hit the guard in the chest killing him instantly. A second later the other guard had taken five bullets to the face before collapsing.

Mitchel quickly nodded to his identical copy that had suddenly appeared before continuing. He turned his attention to the last guard while standing up in the most terrifying way possible. Mitchel began walking towards the guard cracking his knuckles while he starred into the poor man's soul.

"Oh shit!" The guard cried as he fired at Mitchel while trying to create distance. Eventually the guard's back met wall and Mitchel slammed his head into the guard's knocking him out.

Well that was fun. Mitchel thought as he turned around, just in time to see the vault close. "Fuck!" He yelled before traveling back in time.

--- 30 Seconds ---

Mitchel reappeared in the center of the room, shivering momentarily from the cold the came with time travel. He gave a nod to his old self, who was starring down the guard, before running inside the closing vault.

Mitchel's jaw dropped, "G- Gold!" Among the three piles of cash sat a stack of sixteen bars of gold.

*Clang* *Hiss*

Mitchel whipped around at the sound of the vault automatically sealing itself. "Alright, just get the cash and get out. Simple." He said as he loaded the cash into his duffel bags.

== 2 Minutes ==

"Holy shit! Gold is heavy." Mitchel complained as he attempted to lift the final bag onto his shoulder. As soon as the bag was in place the hydraulics took over and eliminated the gold's weight.

"Well I'm leaving." Mitchel announced before activating the time machine.

--- 3 Minutes ---

As soon as Mitchel fazed back into reality he booked it for the front door.

"That's one down-" His past self declared as he stood in the center of the room.

"Freeze!" The same guard as before yelled.

"- four to go!" Current Mitchel cried as he emptied the clip of his AK into the guard standing in front of him.

It was a one in a million chance of Mitchel missing. Unfortunately, Mitchel just rolled one in a million.

A single bullet flew past the guard's head and punched a hole through the plastic eyepiece of his past self's mask killing him instantly.

All of time stopped.

"Oh shit! I think I just broke the universe." Mitchel said before he was engulfed in a blinding flash of light.