The van was moving along at a steady pace, the mourning air coming though the open window was refreshing. I was sitting near the front with my three, if you could say, co-workers. Chad, I always laughed a little in my mind when I thought of his name, probably spent too much time on the Internet. Anyway, Chad was as usual speedily pumping his left leg up and down. The guy is probably still high from his little “courage” pick-me-up.

The van stops at our destination, and I hear the boss calmly instruct us from the front passenger side seat “Alright, everyone check your supplies and safeties, I don’t want any accidents while we’re in there. Is that clear?” The guys grunt in response while checking the safeties on their guns and making sure they got all of the required supplies such as duck tape, cable ties, extra ammo, and other such things. I do as well; I don’t want any accidents either. I don’t want to have my pay lowered just because someone got shot and we had to pay someone off.

“Put on your masks, we got two minutes until the cops get here” and with that the van door opens and we rush into the bank. Chad kicks down the door with the same leg he was just exercising just a moment ago. Well I just he did stretch his muscles as it were.

“Everybody down, face the floor, hands behind your head and not a peep out of you. You move you get shot.” Boss is as articulate as always. There aren’t many people at this time of day at the bank. There seems to be a young couple, probably still in college, an old guy with a walker, a mother with two kids, and a hobo for some reason. Well it looks like a hobo. I’m not sure why security didn’t kick him out. The security was persuaded to remove their guns with our slightly bigger guns and was down on the floor like the rest of them.

Jake was currently collecting money from the cashiers. Around one minute has passed since we started this whole thing. I saw a guard reach for his ankles; I think he missed the instructions. I point my assault rifle at his head and pull the trigger.

*ping* *ping* *ping*

Three rounds later he is no longer reaching for his ankles, and will not be reaching for anything anymore. Boss yells, “I already said that you move, you get shot. Which part did all of you not understand”! The kids start crying while lying next to their mother, at least they don’t move.

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The money gets collected into black duffle bags, each one of us five gets a bag and start heading towards the exit. No need to inform the people lying down that we are leaving, it’ll give us more time this way. Or so the boss told us during the prep meeting. As I was turning I see the old guy get up, I thought that he wanted to go to the bathroom or something but the fucker pulls out a revolver from this back. As he lifts the gun in my direction I fell the hair raise on my body. I see Chad walking a short way away from me so I jump so that Chad is in between the old man and me.

*boom* *boom* *boom* *boom* *boom* *boom*

Well Chad got hit by two of the six bullets, one only grazed him, lucky that we all wore bulletproof vests. He will probably punch me in the face after all this, and make me give up a part of my cut. Well my life is worth more then his to me so I think it’s a net gain. Chad gets blown quite a ways, like a sprinting bear tackled him. I’m pretty sure I saw him cough out blood too.

*cough* *cough* “Fuck me, you bastard why did you hide behind me!” Said Chad while pulling out his sidearm and shooting the old man in the head. I’m surprised he is able to get up at all, probably his special cocktail of very illegal substances. “I swear if I piss blood after this I’m taking your kidneys” Well my kidneys aren’t anything too noteworthy, hell I even had to replace one due to a bullet wound. But he doesn’t know that, still if he tries ill finish what the old man didn’t.

“Hurry up, we are thirty seconds over the time limit, the cops will be here soon.”

Boss is still as calm as always, I wonder when we’ll hear him yell. When we get out of the bank the boss says, “The pussy can ride shotgun, and I have to take a look at Chad’s vest to make sure he doesn’t die on our way to our rendezvous.” So I get to ride shotgun. We get in and start driving. Since we are late the boss tells the driver to speed up, I don’t really think that’s a good idea with being close to a robbed bank and all but I’m not the boss.

As we are racing down the highway, well not really racing more like going a bit faster, I see a truck coming down the opposite side. It is an armored transporter truck of all things. It is all grey, built like a tank, double tires in the front and probably the back too. The glass must be bulletproof too, I robbed a couple in my time, and if the drivers aren’t stupid they are a pain to get into.

Suddenly a bunch of teenagers run in front of our van, like the hell, why are they trying to kill themselves? I also see a fat middle-aged man jump out to try to push all three of them out of the way; I didn’t think that a fat man could jump like that. Unluckily our driver panics and swerves out of the way, right in front of the “saved” teenagers. They happened to be in between our slightly speeding van and the armored transporter.

*Splat* *Crunch*

The last thing I saw after being thrown out of the window was the fat guy lying on the street with a dumb look on his face. I would probably look the same. I mean he killed three kids by trying to save them. Then there was nothing. Wait, I think I heard the boss scream, it sounded very feminine. Who would have thought.