THE ONLY LOGICAL ANSWER WAS ARSON

The brothers got the call, and it was the worst possible one: they were trapped. The investigators from the bank had concluded their findings, completed their report, and turned it over to the federal prosecutors. So yes, they were completely trapped. After a long, long minute of painful, panicked silence they looked one another in the eyes; nodded and set to work tearing their office apart. Wordless and frantic; they ripped open reams of paper for the copier, tore apart an old dust-covered phone book, an old pile of newspapers in the break room, and seven packets of yellow and orange sticky notes. The torn papers they collected into haphazard twists and irregular bouquets which they flung throughout the office; into empty cubicles and the break room and the coat closet and the server room and finally back into their own office. Breathing heavily, the two stood at exit; staring around at the ruins of their doomed little empire. And then again without speaking a single word, they each lit themselves a twist of shredded papers and set the room ablaze.