Luke LaManna

Some cabinets and drawers were locked, so they used screwdrivers to pry them open. Bob used a taped-over flashlight to provide minimal light, being careful not to let the beam show from the windows. He occasionally checked the street outside to make sure no police were around. Working mainly in the dark, they took every piece of paper they could find, except for some blank personnel forms.

It was time to get out, but they couldn't just leave. The group had decided it was best not to have cars parked nearby drawing attention. so they needed to call the getaway drivers who were back at the motel. One of the team members picked up a phone from a desk and dialed the number. When Keith heard the shrill ring, he picked up the receiver. All he heard was a cryptic, OK.

It was time to get out, but they couldn't just leave. The group had decided it was best not to have cars parked nearby drawing attention. so they needed to call the getaway drivers who were back at the motel. One of the team members picked up a phone from a desk and dialed the number. When Keith heard the shrill ring, he picked up the receiver. All he heard was a cryptic, OK.

Then the line went dead. That was the signal Keith had been waiting for. He glanced over at the other getaway driver and they both sprang into action, hurrying to their cars. They drove towards the FBI office, ready to execute the next phase of the plan. A few minutes later, Keith breathed a sigh of relief as he watched his friends emerge from the FBI building.

Then the line went dead. That was the signal Keith had been waiting for. He glanced over at the other getaway driver and they both sprang into action, hurrying to their cars. They drove towards the FBI office, ready to execute the next phase of the plan. A few minutes later, Keith breathed a sigh of relief as he watched his friends emerge from the FBI building.

Their overstuffed suitcases bounced side to side as they ran towards Keith's car and the other getaway vehicle. He waited anxiously as they loaded the suitcases into the trunk of the cars. Now that they were out in the open, he couldn't help but feel nervous. Keith surveyed the deserted neighborhood. There was a courthouse across the street that always had a guard posted.

Their overstuffed suitcases bounced side to side as they ran towards Keith's car and the other getaway vehicle. He waited anxiously as they loaded the suitcases into the trunk of the cars. Now that they were out in the open, he couldn't help but feel nervous. Keith surveyed the deserted neighborhood. There was a courthouse across the street that always had a guard posted.

That's when he nearly let out a gasp. The guard was looking right at them as they loaded up the vehicles. Keith turned to see how the rest of the group was progressing with the baggage. He silently willed them to move more quickly. As soon as the group finished packing up the car, Keith drove off, heading to their safe house out in the country.

That's when he nearly let out a gasp. The guard was looking right at them as they loaded up the vehicles. Keith turned to see how the rest of the group was progressing with the baggage. He silently willed them to move more quickly. As soon as the group finished packing up the car, Keith drove off, heading to their safe house out in the country.

On the way, he told everyone that a guard had seen them. The only thing they could do now was hope that he wouldn't report them. As an extra precaution, the group transferred to two different getaway cars. About an hour later, they arrived at the Fellowship Farm, a small Quaker conference center outside of Philadelphia that the professor had chosen as their meeting place after the break-in.

On the way, he told everyone that a guard had seen them. The only thing they could do now was hope that he wouldn't report them. As an extra precaution, the group transferred to two different getaway cars. About an hour later, they arrived at the Fellowship Farm, a small Quaker conference center outside of Philadelphia that the professor had chosen as their meeting place after the break-in.

When Bob Williamson stepped out of the vehicle, his body still hummed with adrenaline. After the near miss with the guard, he was worried someone else may have spotted them or even followed them here. But as Bob surveyed the area, everything was still and he felt his shoulder muscles relax. He watched his seven accomplices climb out of the cars and suspected they felt a lot like him.

When Bob Williamson stepped out of the vehicle, his body still hummed with adrenaline. After the near miss with the guard, he was worried someone else may have spotted them or even followed them here. But as Bob surveyed the area, everything was still and he felt his shoulder muscles relax. He watched his seven accomplices climb out of the cars and suspected they felt a lot like him.

They were cautiously hopeful, but knew the most important part was about to begin. Finding out if they actually got anything good from the FBI office. Bob followed Keith and the others into the building and settled around a conference table. There was a sense of accomplishment in the air. They'd done it. Bob let out a cheer and the rest of the group joined in.

They were cautiously hopeful, but knew the most important part was about to begin. Finding out if they actually got anything good from the FBI office. Bob followed Keith and the others into the building and settled around a conference table. There was a sense of accomplishment in the air. They'd done it. Bob let out a cheer and the rest of the group joined in.

They'd brought food and drinks to celebrate and refuel for the night ahead. Bob took a long swig of beer and listened closely as Professor D'Avedon organized the group into pairs. He decided they needed at least two people to comb through each document and categorize them. Bob grabbed a stack of documents and huddled at one corner of the table with his partner.

They'd brought food and drinks to celebrate and refuel for the night ahead. Bob took a long swig of beer and listened closely as Professor D'Avedon organized the group into pairs. He decided they needed at least two people to comb through each document and categorize them. Bob grabbed a stack of documents and huddled at one corner of the table with his partner.

As Bob read through the files, his eyes glazed over. They were mostly about mundane office business, or just plain funny. One file stated that overweight agents would have to do weekly weigh-ins, while another contained information on how agents should celebrate J. Edgar Hoover's birthday. Bob couldn't decipher some of the others. One mentioned an operation called Co-Intel Pro.

As Bob read through the files, his eyes glazed over. They were mostly about mundane office business, or just plain funny. One file stated that overweight agents would have to do weekly weigh-ins, while another contained information on how agents should celebrate J. Edgar Hoover's birthday. Bob couldn't decipher some of the others. One mentioned an operation called Co-Intel Pro.

Bob had no idea what that meant. He started to worry. What if they'd done all of this for nothing? Finally, after about an hour of reading through paperwork on office protocol, Bob heard someone shout. They had found something and began to read one of the memos aloud. The memo was dated a few months earlier and addressed to agents who were investigating activists.