“Turn yer arm towards me.” Artimus obeyed Ty, trusting his judgement. “Says it’s 1:15.”

“Jeez we’ve been standing here almost three hours. Any you guys tired yet?” Jerry exclaimed.

“We’re all tired man. It’s just a test of endurance now. Good thing I had a big breakfast.” Ty said smiling at Jerry, who was giving him an angry stare. Back to silence they went, until it was broken again, not by a voice, but by the sound of a door opening and closing below them. The three men’s eyes swerved back and forth at each other. Moments later, footsteps were heard ascending the same staircase they had all used. Closer and closer the steps came until they were right outside one of the doors. No one said a word. An old black janitor walked in the door. He had gray hair and was dressed in overalls. Looking up he bestowed the same surprised look as Jerry did who was positioned to look straight at him. Awkward was the moment, and no one said a word. Artimus and Ty both knew he was there, but they didn’t dare look at him, keeping their focus now more than ever at the elevated situation.

“You boys know you’re trespassing on private property, unless you work here I suggest you leave.” The old man spoke without worry.

“Sir please go find the police. I am a police officer, I need assistance.” Artimus said trying to budge his head to see the man but still unable to.

“We’d like to leave old timer, but we are kinda stuck in a game of death here. Could you please leave us alone.” Jerry scooted the moneybag behind him with his feet as he talked.

“Is that so? You fellas wouldn’t happen to be the ones responsible for causing all that trouble at the bank today?” The janitor asked.

Ty answered with pride, “That’s us sir. Here in the living flesh.” He was grinning again now.

“I see. And what’s in that bag, shorty over there just tucked behind his feet?” Everyone’s face froze up when the old man asked the nerve-racking question. No one said anything. The old man walked around the perimeter of the room, making his way behind Ty and over to Jerry.

“Hey what do ya think yer doing old man. Don’t you touch that bag or..”

“Or what?” The janitor cut off Jerry, “you three cowboys seem to hate each other enough to point guns at each other. I figure, non of you is daring enough to want to move.” His raspy voice confirmed what his eyes had seen in the hearts of the men. As strong as each of them was, ironically their powers canceled themselves out. Defenseless to everything else in the world now, they stood like stone statues with nothing to do but let birds crap on them all day, just what the old man was doing to them now. Unzipping the duffel bag his eyes lit up as they glared down upon the green gold. A joyous whimper escaped his poor lips.

“Hey old man if you take that I guarantee you, we’ll find you and kill you.” Ty said in a wrathful tone, but the old man did not here. A huge smile of insanity split across his face as he hugged the bag and walked out the door with it. Jerry began yelling curses at him, but still he did not notice. Silence only fell again when they heard the door below them once again open and close.

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