“Comon guys. We’ve been standing here forever. Nobody’s gotta die. I’m sure you two don’t want to.” Jerry spoke for the first time in almost a half-hour. Ty and Artimus didn’t answer. This can’t be happenin. I have the money at my feet. I should be on a bus to Florida by now. Those two guys better not get the money. I swear I’ll be stirrin in my grave if one of them makes it outta this alive. Ty, that bastard has betrayed me for the last time. And that freakin cop will just give the money back to the bank like a loser. I gotta get outta this. Jerry thought before speaking up again.

“How bout we split the money. And then just all leave.” He said.

“Jerry you haven’t even been able to find out how much money is in the bag like I said. How do you plan on splitting it up?” Ty said amused. Jerry frowned and thought back to how he got in this mess.

“Alright now when the van pulls up behind the bank, a guy we got workin on the inside is letting us in through the back door. Have your masks on before we get there. After we are inside Jones, you get in the surveillance room and shut it down. The rest of us are following the plan we talked about. Now some of the customers will be screaming and freaking out, don’t worry just threaten them with a gun to their head or something. The clerks all got silent alarms; we can’t take any risks, so the moment we get in the lobby shoot all the clerks, but make sure you don’t kill the manager. Hopefully we won’t need to use a shit load of explosives to get into the vault. Everyone got it?” Victor said. He was in charge of the robbery. Next to him sat his number one man Ty, calm as usual. Jerry wedged between too bulky men, hands clenching a ski mask, and a huge smile on his face at the large payday he was about to get.

Getting into the bank was the easy part. Jerry’s heart was pounding as he crept down the hall with the other men, all with full-loaded weapons in their hands. Shit I didn’t make these eyeholes even. I can barely see out of the right one. Jerry thought, pulling on his mask to make it more comfortable.

“Alright on three.” A whisper came from the front, and counted down. There were ten of them, all experienced criminals, most of them hardcore killers. Jerry had never killed anyone before, but had stolen over $112,000 in money and merchandise in his life. Pity he was never good at spending and most of what he stole Ty made off with. Ty had gotten him the job being a part of the bank robbing; it was the least he could do considering it was his fault Jerry ended up in jail two times.

The raid on the lobby didn’t go as planned. An unusual amount of guards were present, but not enough to stop the robbers. Jerry ran in confusion trying to see where he was going. To his right he saw the vault and ran towards it, a guard was standing in front of it and pulled his gun out, aiming it at Jerry’s chest. Oh crap! Jerry lifted his gun too and at the same time, tried to stop himself; he slipped on pile of papers that had fallen off a desk. Jerry’s feet caught air and his trigger-happy finger began to fire off panic shots towards the guard. Straight to his back he fell and was out of commission on impact. Gun shots blazed all around him then one by one they stopped. Multiple footsteps ran all through the lobby and he heard whimpers from some of the customers lying on the marble floor.

“Ah shit, Jerry shot the manager.” A voice came from his feet as he sat up.

“What?” Jerry asked.

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