The burglary

– Stop! – The guard screamed, pointing at the blaster.
– I give up! – The burglar begged. – Do not kill me, please!
– Give back the data disc!
He gave it back.
– Telepath! Check him out!
– He has a photographic memory. He remembers all the data from the disk.
The guard shot him.
The fools didn’t knew one thing. I made a copy of the disc for myself. The killed person remembered the last fifteen minutes. He telepathically sent me company’s secrets. He sent me all the data.
The camera recorded the burglar. He was killed. I have secret data. I am the master!

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