The final confession of 'Bennet Clark' as published in 'the north eastern news'

"I would like to officially begin this account by stating that my boss, Simon Polare, is a sadistic asshole. That having been said he also happens to have an eye for strategy and is, perhaps, the greatest criminal of our time."

The man speaking is the infamous Bennet Clark. Mr. Clark is sitting handcuffed in front of a small gathering of reporters. He is of Asian descent and weres an orange prisoners uniform that hangs off his frame in folds. The skin around his eyes is puffy and red but Mr. Clark gazes out at the audience with a stoic resolve. He combs a hand through his short brown hair and continues.

"Do I regret following that bastard? All the damn time. but that's neither here nor there and if it wasn't him that I followed it would have been some other crook. I needed some way to feed my family and as a thirty-year-old with a degree in theater and a fortune in student loans what was I supposed to do?"

Here Mr. Clark stops and takes a drink of water from the clear plastic cup set in front of him before saying.

"But you don't what to hear about that do you? No, you want a story. you want a scandal. You want blood and sex and shocking escapes and witty one-liners. You want a headline. You didn't come to see me telling my family I love them and that I'm sorry for all of this. No, you came to see 'bennet Clark' the desperado, the con artist, the spy."

Mr.Clark sighs, resting his head on the table in front of him. The reporters present wait, pens poised to catch every word he says. After taking a moment to gaze around Mr. Clark goes on.

"If ever I was the heartless killer the media is so fond of painting me as then that time has long past. I am no longer young and crime lost it's luster a long time ago. I just want to go home, I don't want to see or hear from Simon ever again but you want that old me don't you? You want young, dangerous me to punish and to sensationalize. Or perhaps I flatter myself too much for there is little doubt that what you really came to hear for is a story about Simon."

Looking around him the prisoner sees the previously stoic attendance snap to attention at the prospect of such a tale. he shakes his head and sighs.

"Very well, I'll tell you one. I am in no hurry to meet my death and reliving a heist or two might bring some semblance of calm to my terrified state of mind."