Making a Withdrawal

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Alik Murphy
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Making a Withdrawal

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“Time?”
“10:05 a.m. Right on schedule.”

An inconspicuous Fed-ex truck sat across the street from the bank, two uniformed men in the front seats. One, a skinny Irishman chewing gum and looking a little bit nervous, the other a huge, burly Columbian, absolutely silent.

Alik sat in the back, speaking through a radio, already dressed up. Fed-ex uniform, dark shades and a grey beanie. He’d used a little bit of illusion magic, making his skin tone paler and his voice deeper, which took a lot of practice. He would have done more, but his old study notes were kinda shit. God he wished he’d paid more attention to Haru’s lessons. He checked his watch, and touched the radio on his ear. “Sixty seconds. Get ready.” He stood up in the back of the van, picking up a large box under his arm.

In the front seat, Skinny did the same, touching his ear and stuffing a pistol into his jacket. “Copy.” Salazar opened the glove compartment, taking out a MAC-11, stuffing it down the front of his uniform.

Alik cracked his neck side to side, a grin flashing across his face. “Well let’s not stand on ceremony, mate. Let’s start the show.”

The back door opened, Alik walking out and closing it, box under his arm, as the two men in the front did the same. Silently, they crossed the street towards the bank door. Alik muttered under his breath. “You stash the car?” Skinny nodded. “Two blocks away.” Alik simply nodded back as they walked inside, standing in the lobby, Salazar taking a zip tie out and strapping the door shut behind them.

Silently, the trio pulled balaclavas up over their faces and walked through the door, emerging into the main floor of the bank. Nobody paid them much attention, due to the uniforms, until suddenly-

“EVERYONE ON THE FUCKIN’ FLOOR!!! HANDS BEHIND YER ‘EAD!!”

Panic ensued as Alik opened the box, taking out an M16 assault rifle, all three drawing their weapons as the customers and staff freaked out. They moved like clockwork, Salazar and Skinny taking care of the crowd, herding them all into one area and keeping their guns trained on them as Alik walked up to the till. He smirked under his mask at the lady standing there, her hands up, seeming surprisingly calm, if a bit shaken up. Probably not her first time. Alik didn’t even bother to aim his gun at her. “The armour piercing rounds in this gun will shoot through that protective glass. So do us a favour honey, and unlock the door, bring your staff out here.”

She swallowed nervously and nodded, the rest of the staff obviously terrified as the security door was unlocked, Alik training his rifle on them as they laid on their stomachs.

Alik stood up on a table, rifle in his hands, speaking loudly. “Everyone stay calm. This is a robbery. We’re here for the bank’s money, not your money, your money’s insured by the federal government, you’re not gonna lose a dime. Everyone cooperates, do what we tell you to, and this’ll all be over in a minute. S, time?!”

“Three minutes!” Skinny called out, keeping his weapon steady.

Alik nodded and hopped down from the table, walking to the back, Skinny following. Salazar stayed with the crowd, silent, all too capable of keeping order.

The two Irishmen walked down the stairs quickly, Alik grinning. “Just like that time in Coolagh, huh.” Skinny shook his head, chuckling to himself. “You an’ I remember Coolagh very differently.”

The two emerged into the vault. Wide open. Caught them just as they were withdrawing, as planned. Alik pressed his ear as the two pulled the gym bags out from around their backs. “Time, B?”

”Noventa segundos.” Salazar didn’t even need to check his watch.

Downstairs, the boys were stuffing their bags full. ”Remember, just the non-sequential bills.” Their hands moved like lightning, stuffing stack after stack into their bags.

Soon, the two emerged, bags full. Alik strutted through the crowd, gun over his shoulder, turning as the other two rushed out the door with a huge grin on his face. “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your cooperation, been a pleasure doin’ business with ya. ‘Specially you, hot stuff.” He winked at the teller, who just rolled her eyes, still lying on the floor with her hands behind her head.

Alik held the bag up triumphantly as sirens wailed in the distance, the other two undoing the lock on the door. “We hereby confiscate this money, by order of the Dockside Crew!!”

With a cackle, he backed up through the door, bag around his back, kicking the front door open as several cop cars swerved from every direction down the street towards them.

“MOVE!!” Alik yelled, the trio opening fire on the convoy of police cars as they hurried down the road, sprinting into an alley. The police cars swerved, bullets hitting the metal, some getting out and following them.

Alik fired back as the trio legged it, the police ducking to avoid the bullets, hiding behind dumpsters for cover as some shot back, but the distance was made, Alik leading them around a corner and in through an open garage door.

The door closed, and soon the police were crowded around it, guns raised. Cars pulled up, surrounding it, blockading the only exit. One man stepped out, speaking through a megaphone. “We have you surrounded!! There’s no way out! Drop your weapons, and come out with your hands behind your head!!”

There was silence for a few moments. No sound came from inside the garage. You could feel the tension…

-BOOM!!-

With no warning, a car smashed clean through the garage door, its armoured bumper smashing a cop car out of the way before tearing down the street. The police scrambled, getting in their cars and giving chase.

Skinny was driving, Alik in the back seat, reloading his rifle. “You sure you know what you’re doin’?”

“Course I do.” muttered Skinny, knuckles white against the wheel as they drifted around a corner, tearing through the streets, weaving in and out of traffic. Alik grunted as he glanced back, the cops catching up slowly. “Fuckin’ better be…” He smashed out the back window with the end of his rifle, leaning out and firing on the cars. One of the cops’ tires got hit, the car swerving, colliding with another, both spinning off the road.

Alik grunted, turning back to slump against the seat. “How much longer, dude?!” A hint of panic in his voice.

Skinny swerved the car onto a motorway as a helicopter hovered overhead. Rifle fire pinged off the car’s roof as they weaved in and out of the cars, suddenly swerving to avoid a semi-truck. “SHIT!!”

They were now on the wrong side of the road, cars coming at them, some swerving out of their way, Alik’s face paling a bit in the back seat. “I said how much longer?!”

“Almost there, shut up!!” Skinny grunted, as they dodged an oncoming cop car by inches.

Skinny exhaled softly, Salazar gripping the side of the door tight, not appearing outwardly bothered by any of this, though his face did look a lot more serious. “Hold ooon!!” Skinny called out, as the car suddenly turned 90 degrees, drifting off the motorway and crashing through the barricades in front of the entrance of a tunnel under construction. The car was soon free falling, soaring through the air as they drove off the edge of a barrier. Alik was definitely screaming louder than any of them.

-KA-CHUNK!!-

The car landed on all four wheels with a nasty bounce, driving on mud and dirt through the tunnel, emerging into the underground subway, driving between the train tracks.

Silence.

Alik scoffed breathlessly, which turned into nervous laughter. “… Did we just fuckin’ get away with that shit?!”

The trio broke out into laughter, Skinny slapping the steering wheel and grinning, cheering from Alik. Even Salazar couldn’t keep a slight grin off his face. “UN FUCKING TOUCHABLE!!” Alik shouted, leaning forward to slap Skinny’s shoulders as the car emerged onto the train tracks, driving down a hill and emerging into the road, like nothing had ever happened. They quickly swerved off the street and into an alleyway, getting out of the car, Alik panting, having to lean on a wall. “Ho-lee-SHIT!!”

Skinny hugged him tight, the two slapping each other on the back, Alik walking over and getting a fist bump from Salazar. After a moment to catch their breath, he looked between the two of them with a sigh. “… Right. Damn good work, lads. Salazar, you torch the car. Us two, we’re gettin’ outta here. Once you’re finished, you do the same. Remember lads, change of clothes, stay in a motel for a few hours, then get a cab to the Phoenix. Gimme the money, I’ll get it home.”

He took both bags, putting them over his shoulders as he turned to walk down an alleyway, Skinny going a different direction, while Salazar got a can of petrol from the boot.

All in all… not a bad day’s work.
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