Unexpected circumstances

Wait, no, I shouldn’t be doing this, no wait I should I need the money, but I’m not a bad person right? No because if I was a bad person I wouldn’t be doing this with good reason. Or maybe I am. Wait a minute, pacing back and forth, rapid pulse, rapid breathing and oh I feel like I’m going to puke. Ok, pull it together Flynn you’re in shock. “Flynn! Flynn!” Someone yelled from the background. Still unable to grasp what’s going on I stood silent, thinking. Looking anxiously, my eyes seem to have found themselves staring at the automatic pistol in my hand. “Flynn, the safety deposit boxes NOW!” Ram demanded. “HEY! (yelled the smallest guy I’ve ever seen) move again and I’ll put this little knife of mine right between your eyes and then we’ll see how well your third eye perceives your current situation.” With anxiety overpowering me I find myself in the vault with the bank manager. I need boxes 316, 174, 118, and 256 open now. “Myself alone couldn’t open those boxes miss, they have a dual control system”, said the bank manager. Are you married, what is it, “Kyle”? “No”, said Kyle. Hey that’s strike two. I saw the family photo on your desk. Beautiful blonde by the way. I hope you’re interested in red heads because if you lie to me again i’m gonna put a bullet through the back of her head. Simultaneously thinking to myself, will he go for it, I could never do something so awful, but it seemed to work for the small guy in the lobby. His eyes took on a haunted look, gloss like as if a tear was soon to fall, his jaw trembled in fear and then a sudden rush of lemon colored fluid began to flow down his leg and fill his patent leather shoes. I stared feeling mischievous. “I’m sorry”, said Kyle. Listen we don’t have time for apologies. “Ok ok, I’ll do it. I’ll open the boxes”, he said.

He began to open the boxes. “Here, put the contents of each box into a different bag.” “Ok, but why are you doing this?” he said. I began to think of every reason why I wouldn’t be doing this. “I’m doing th—"(suddenly interrupted) “How are we doing with those boxes Flynn-,” Ram yelled out from the lobby. Almost done I replied. Then suddenly the sound of sirens aired. Ram entered the vault, “we have to go NOW”, he said. Then a shocking look took ahold of his face. He walked towards one of the safety depository boxes. “What is this?” asked Ram. What’s what? “Did you not check the numbers on the boxes before removing them?” Ram responded. We both glanced at the bank manager. Didn’t I say boxes 316, 174, 118, and 256?” I asked. Kyle was frightened. “I seemed to have mistaken 118 for 188, please, forgive me,” said Kyle. We don’t have time to get the other box, we have to leave now, I said. Shots rang out from the lobby. Then without hesitation Ram pointed his automatic rifle at Kyles’ center body and pulled the trigger once…twice… Noooo, I cried out. “Flynn lets go NOW”, said Ram. We rushed out the front of the banks entrance, down the steps, and made a left into the alley where the getaway was parked. Police had already seized the vehicle before we arrived. A toneless disembodied voice spoke over the PA system (public address system) “DROP YOUR WEAPONS AND PUT YOUR HANDS UP”. Getting caught wasn’t part of the plan, and we were not ready to give ourselves up. “Plan B”, said Ram. We turned to our right and entered through the backdoor of an office building. We then proceeded to remove everything that tied us to the description of what had been made out by the cops and put the costumes and valuables in the bathroom ceiling tile, making sure we weren’t seen by anyone.

Luckily for us we matched every other employee in the building and I, myself was employed here. I let my hair down and took a deep breath. Come, my office is this way acting as if my two associates were my two clients. Upon entering my office the small guy shut the blinds. He was a friend of Ram. I never caught your name. He looked over at me with his short stubby fingers reaching out, and eyes bulging. “You can call me razor”, he said. This guy gave me the creeps. I extended my hand and reached for his, “nice to meet you”, I said. Thinking to myself, “people are dead. Actual people are dead because of us” I wanted to scream, but I knew I had to hold it together because the police are going to bum-rush this building any minute. “Take a seat gentleman,” speaking to Ram and Razor. “I think this is beneficial to our department, however, I want to be su— SWAT muscled in through the door “are you people aware of the current situation within this building? We need you in the lobby with everyone else.” What’s going on I asked, but they all seemed to regard my question as rhetorical. Once we made it to the lobby, there everyone was, rounded up. We joined in the crowd and posed as we were unaware of what was really going on. “Quiet!”, the SWAT leader spoke. He then proceeded to say: “A gang of murderous bank robbers have entered your building, and they are armed and dangerous. I have guys searching every floor and each room. We have reason to believe that they may or may not be still within the building. As long as you are here in the lobby we can guarantee you’re safety. No need to panic. They will be caught and they will be punished. You will all be able to continue on with your day in due time.” Everyone began to gossip, words swiftly became disarrayed, already taken amongst themselves made up statements. I paid no attention. But what caught my attention were two of the officers who also had a different story to tell. I walked toward the coffee machine of which the officers were standing beside to get a better ear of what they we’re mentioning. I begin to mix me a cup. “I overheard one of the SWAT guys mention a small, but mighty black book that was taken along with the other merchandise. He said that this black book belongs to someone high up in government”, said the first LCPD officer. With a robust country accent the second officer responded: “Well I hope these minnows understand the amount of heat they have coming for em.” I grew curious and walked away sipping my coffee. “ALL CLEAR! Search is over, your welcome to continue on with your sweet little lives”, said the SWAT leader. With my mind fixed on what we could have possibly taken, I patiently waited until the cops cleared out and headed to the bathroom where we stashed our take. “Throw the costumes in the trash and lets’ grab the bags”, said Ram. We returned back to my office with items. Razor locked the door. Ram begin to pour out the contents of each bag onto my desk. With the black book still penetrating my mind I grew anxious. Then there was the last bag, the contents of box 188. Ram emptied the bag. My heart was pounding, and then it suddenly took a pause. There it was. “The little black book”. “Look at these diamonds and this cash,” Ram said as he and Razor smiled and giggled relentlessly. “We did it! We got away!” So I thought. Unaware of the real dangers we were soon to face.