Hey guys, this is another story of mine, inspired by a ride in my stepdad's classy black Jaguar, boy was it a smooth ride..lol...enjoy...and P.S. if there aren't paragraphs...**** IT i can't get 'em to work!!! read it anyway...you'll enjoy!
The five of us road in the classy black Jaguar and sang along to an old Stevie Wonder tune, it was a good time, shooting the **** with my team mates. I guess you could call them that, what they really turned out to be was a set of corrupt, money hungry bastards, who would kill and spill all the blood they had to, just to make a few bucks.
The Jaguar hummed smoothly across the freeway, the windows were rolled down and the tunes just spilled out into the cool, April air. I sighed heavily and contemplated what in the hell I was doing. I decided, in the end that I too was in it for the money, not vengeance, not for my religion, damn it I was in it for the cash.
We road further down the freeway and I lit up a cigarette, calmly exhaling out the window, it would be quite a job. We turned off of the freeway at Broad St., a sleepy little residential area, at least it seemed that way. The boys laughed and sang and I just kept on puffing on my cigarette, enjoying the music and the cool wind, I suppose it was relaxing, this euphoric moment before a job.
Dear God, please let everything go okay, I just need the money, this is the last job I’ll do. I told myself, in my heart I knew it was a lie, and something told me God knew that too. The whole scene seemed comical to me, five men, dressed in black suits, rolling around in a black Jaguar, singing Stevie Wonder, the whole experience was amazing and left me awe struck. We turned on to a different street at this point and road slowly down it, I kept puffing on my cigarette as Jamie turned off the tunes and calmly told the boys to shut the **** up. Jamie then rolled all of the windows up, I flicked my cigarette out at the last minute and sighed deeply again, it was coming; a part of me knew that.
Sweat rolled in beads down my forehead; I wiped them away with a handkerchief I produced from my inner jacket pocket. I took breath in deep gulps and paid no heed when the boys looked at me funny, and exchanged puzzled glances.
“Hey, sonny boy, this your first job?” Crandall asked from the seat next to me, a greasy smile spreading across his face.
“No, I just get funny feelings about the jobs I do sometimes.” I replied, smiling back.
“You hear that Jamie?” Crandall asked, “This kid's got a funny feeling should we call it off?” He concluded, chuckling to himself.
“Shut the **** up Crandall.” Jamie said calmly, driving slower down the road. I looked out my window and admired the scenery, just a few downtown shops, a few shoppers and a few other cars. We pulled to a stop in front of a traffic light and I glanced over at the car next to us, a cop car, pretty ironic I thought.
“Ah would you look at this,” Gerald said from the passenger seat “Chicago’s ****ing finest.” He concluded and grinned.
“For the last time, all of you shut the **** up.” Jamie said his calm demeanor stripped away, revealing a harsh, bitter side I hadn’t seen. Needless to say, the boys did shut the **** up, but they were all silently amused at the presence of the blue and white next to us. The light changed green and the cop turned left as we headed straight down whatever street this was. More sweat dripped down my face and I produced the handkerchief again, wiping furiously at my brow and replacing it back in my pocket. Jamie told us once more to keep quiet and that we were almost to the spot. I exhaled calmly and prayed silently to myself. Finally the Jaguar slowed to a halt, we were in front of a building, the words “Chicago Bank and Trust” were printed in gold lettering on the sign that hung below a few windows. The car lurched forward again and we parked a quarter mile down the road, so as not to raise suspicion. Four of us got out but Lester, whom I hadn’t met quite yet, switched to the driver’s side, apparently he had been assigned as the get away man.
“Alright, now listen guys, we’re going to go in, one at a time you understand?” Jamie asked them, talking with his hands like a typical Italian.
“I want Bryan to go first, then I want Crandall going in three minutes later, then I’ll come in, in an additional two minutes, and finally Gerald will bring up the rear, two minutes after me.” Jamie calmly explained, pointing to me. I supposed that was my queue to go, I nodded and began walking toward the bank. Jamie’s plan was ingenious, the walk took easily five minutes to complete, so that I would come in first, and be able to witness the scene, if it didn’t look good, I would be provided with enough time to run back and inform the others.
If all went well, I would simply sit on the bench inside of the bank and wait, as the others would surely follow suit. We were each assigned to a different part of the bank, instead of being simply scattered aimlessly about the first floor. Once everybody had come in the bank, I would take the elevator to the second floor and cover the entire area, killing anyone I found straggling and keeping guard on the elevator.
Crandall would watch the door to the bank, that way if any customers tried to escape, he would surely give them hell. Jamie was the man with the plan, and assigned himself to collecting the money, he had a way with bank employees, or so he told us, so he would be able to calm them down so that the money would flow quicker as he said. Since Gerald was the biggest and easily the most intimidating he was assigned to crowd control, should there be any heroes, he would immediately kill them.
The security at the bank on this particular day was quite heavy, three Brinks Security Trucks were supposedly unloading a hefty sum of money into the bank’s vault, there would be at least two armed guards for each truck, including the security guards that worked the bank regularly. The cameras had already been tripped by Lester, who had entered the bank a day earlier and simply cut the power to the surveillance cameras from a small metallic box located on the upper floor of the bank.
As the bank came into view, I looked back and saw Crandall leaving the rendezvous point; he would reach the bank approximately four minutes after I had. The bank stood there ominously, awaiting my approach, I exhaled heavily and held the gun in my waistband, I was careful to keep it concealed but I stroked it almost lovingly and kept walking towards the bank.
We were all issued 9mm by Jamie, the perfect weapon in fact, very efficient, very deadly. I reached the double glass doors of the bank and began to perspire once more; I stepped inside and enjoyed the heavy air condition feeling. I quickly scanned my surroundings; to my immediate left was the elevator, as well as an upholstered bench and a few potted plants. To my right I saw a few people standing in line, directly ahead was the counter, five tellers stood behind glass partitions, these partitions made me uneasy but they were easy enough to access, one just had to walk to the far end of the mahogany counter and punch in a four number access code.
We had all memorized the code so there was absolutely no problem whatsoever, when Lester had cased the place a few days back, he observed a teller that had gone out for lunch, come back behind the counter, the code was 4091, he was certain they hadn’t changed it in over a year.
I stepped to my left and sat down on the bench, admiring my surroundings and calmly picking at my finger nails, a habit of mine. About a minute later, Crandall walked in; he nodded in my direction and stood by the elevator, seemingly reading the paper. No one paid any attention to either of us; we were just two cool guys, minding our own business. Minutes later Jamie walked in, he nodded in our direction and calmly got in line, this was the best place for Jamie to wait being that he would be collecting the money, and the line crossed paths directly with the key pad at the end of the mahogany counter.
Just minutes later Gerald came in and stepped off to the side. We all nodded in his direction and about the time the three Brinks Security Trucks parked in front of the bank, coming in three different directions, our plan sprang into action. As the men from the trucks were unloading the money onto three separate carts I noticed each of them held 9mm pistols openly, you’d think they were doing the bank robbing! I stood from the bench and walked slowly toward the elevator, nodding at Crandall as I pressed the up button, the doors automatically opened and I stepped in, pressing the number two.
The six men from the trucks walked quickly into the bank, soon after this Crandall walked to guard the door and Gerald drew his gun, Jamie and Crandall followed suit. Jamie pointed the gun at one of the six men pushing the carts and shot him in the head, he followed suit and buried bullets into two others, Crandall did the same and took out one more as Gerald followed suit and took out the last two, and they were all dead before they knew what hit them. The people in the line began to scream and Gerald ordered them to drop to the floor, they did so willingly as the tellers stood their ground and calmly observed the scene.
Jamie rapidly slid his away through the line and reached the end of the mahogany counter, he punched in the code and pushed the doors open, the tellers then began to scream and hold their hands above their heads. Jamie shot three of the tellers quickly and calmly and moved on to the other two, they trembled under the barrel of his nine millimeter as he handed them four burlap sacks and calmly told them to unload all the money in the vault. He kept an eye and a gun on the tellers as they worriedly did their duty.
I stepped off the elevator and ran to the first door on my immediate left; I kicked it open and pointed the gun inside, not a soul. I walked further down the hall and kicked the second door open, this time it was on my right, two people stood dumbfounded behind as a desk as I popped three rounds into each of their chests. The only other door down the hall was that of the bank’s president, I was assigned to taking care of him.
I calmly walked toward the door marked “Private” and shot a hold through the lock, kicking the door open shortly after. The president trembled beneath his desk and begged me not to kill him. I looked at him and swallowed hard, nothing had hit me yet, the killing, at least in my mind hadn’t started, and it started now as I realized what I’d done. I blinked quickly three times and blew three holes in the president’s head. I quickly stepped back and sprinted toward the elevator doors, pressing the down arrow as the doors flung open.
Gerald had not killed a single spectator and neither had Crandall; they each stuck the 9mms into their waistbands and grabbed hold of a cart. Jamie came out from behind the mahogany counter, carrying four burlap sacks; he put two upon Crandall’s cart and one on Gerald’s cart and one on the third.
I bounded from the elevator doors and flew out the double glass doors just as Lester pulled up in the black Jaguar, Crandall, Jamie and Gerald came soon afterwards, throwing the burlap sacks into the truck as well as emptying the carts. They through the carts off to the side and hopped in as I did. Lester sped away, leaving the bank in the dust.
Hope you guys enjoyed, I'll post another story in a few days ....peace
BTW this prolly isn't my best story, wrote it fairly quickly, i'll get a good one in, in a few days.
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Listen, ha i'm sorry about the god damned paragraphs. Read the story anyway, and next time i'll make 'em shorter, maybe put them in parts? Anyways, tell me what ya think. peace
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06-28-2004, 11:46 PM
Another story for you guys 
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