9:15 a.m Bank of America, Seattle, Washington.
The sun was up now and the city was already bustling, the inhabitants of the city followed their morning routines, stopping to buy coffee at a local cafe and browsing through magazines at a newsstand, preparing for the day?s work.
The leader of the bandits looked back toward his comrades with a look of seriousness on his battle worn face. They knew what they signed up for when they agreed to and anything could happen, someone could die, they could be taken into custody but the reward was greater than the risk.
They planned this heist with great skill, they studied the banks floor plan extensively for days. They knew every nook and cranny of the bank down to the where chair was to be. They were well armed buying black market assault rifles that were customized with acog scopes, which would be largely unnecessary for close-combat. If they had to reload they go for their pistols instead which were mounted onto thigh rigs. They all wore blue gloves and modified SWAT uniform complete with ballistic vests.
They had positioned the van near a inconspicuous wall. Their van was white just as every van was in the city, the only thing that would make it stand out was its tinted windows. Their eyes peered through the windows of the van, watching what few people passed by. In fifteen minutes they were to synchronize watches and emerge from the van. As they waited they went over the plan in their mind thousands of times, predicting every outcome of any possible situation they would be put in. What if the security guards had already arrived, no that's impossible unless they got in through the back entrance. That made no difference there was no one outside the bank, what few gunshots they fired would not be heard.
The leader looked back again, this time with his hand on his watch. Which they all wore on the left hand and up-side, which allowed them to view it even when their weapons were raised.
?On my mark.? he whispered in his usual cold fashion.
?Mark.?
They synchronized their watches and the van door flew open, their eyes scanned the barren sidewalks as they barreled through the street. Their fingers glued to side of the trigger, holding their assault rifles close to their bodies, they burst through the bank doors. There were few people in the lobby only four or five waiting in a line, the bank manager who had his back turned to the bank entrance as he inspected the daily newspaper, and bank teller was dealing with a customer. As everyone's eyes glanced at the robbers their faces went white, the only ones who showed no inkling of fear were bank teller and manager. This was their first robbery, but their training prepared them for situations like this. They knew what the men wanted, and wouldn't risk anyone's life to stop them.
?Everyone down!? shouted the leader of the group, his dark eyes commanded them to comply.
?Simon shoot the teller, we don?t want him pressing any silent alarm.? the leader said in low voice to not alert the teller of their intentions and then stepping away and nodding to the rest of the group. Simon did not even look back at his leader when he carried down the order. He let no emotion escape his face even under the mask that covered it.
The shot tore through the confusion and panic in the bank. The rest of the robbers had already ordered everybody to the ground and were in the process of tying their hands behind their backs. Several cries escaped the hostages but the men in masks were professionals, they barked "Silence!" waving their weapons and getting immediate results and the crowd was left only with their tears and silent sobbing along with fear.
The teller's body slouched forward and finally his face, frozen surprised twisted in pain, disappeared behind the desk. Simon only followed this motion from the corner of his vision, as he kept his gaze and his gun at the hostages. He did not enjoy killing people but orders were orders, but ee had learned to trust his leader.
There was less people in the bank then expected, but that just made it easier. Isaac, the leader group moved toward the bank manager, grabbing him by the neck and pointing his pistol to the manager?s head.
?You?re going to cooperate with me right..? he whispered in manager?s ear giving no space for argument.
?I suppose? groaned the manager as he gasped for air.
?Okay then, let?s head to the vault, if I can remember correctly its down that hallway.? he said in a hushed voice as he pointed toward the hallway toward his left.
The streets outside were as barren as they were when the robber first entered the bank. There was no one to hear the Simon?s execution of the bank teller, no one to alert the police about suspicious men entering the bank.
Philip or Pip as he was often called, had hawk like eyes which never focused on one spot alway scanning his surroundings. He noticed the subtle movements of a particular hostage toward his right. This hostage was beautiful woman, but that made no differences to him. As he positioned her to sit he could see the scared face of the woman, but that did not phase him.
?What do you think you're doing?? he said in a low monotone voice, under his mask he scowling.
She didn't answer.
?I saw you trying to untie yourself, what were you thinking of doing?? she knew this was rhetorical question.
She looked into his eyes, but they were devoid of pity.
?Did you think you could've escaped??
Again she did not answer, a tear dripped down her right cheek.
?Don't try it or I?ll kill you.? his voice did not waver under the seriousness of his statement
She felt as those his words lingered in the air. He positioned her onto the floor again.
Niko was in charge of wiping the banks cameras of any footage of him and his comrades. He was smartest and youngest of the group, even with his mask on the hostages could see this. He was an expert at cracking computer systems and this security system was within a few moments he was deleting the camera recording of the robbers. He reached into his duffel bag which was filled with different devices and gizmos of his own creation, he pulled out a sort of PDA. Using a USB cord he linked it to the bank?s outside security cameras, it always good to be on the safe side.
The manager opened the vault, first using his key to the panel in the vault door, and then keyed in the sixteen pin password. As the vault swung open, Isaac shoved his four duffel bags into the managers arms.
?Fill them.? Isaac said in a low monotone which all the bank robbers used.
The manager went to work filling the bags, putting each bag at the robbers feet as he filled them.
?Okay we?re all set to go.? the robber said into his earpiece.
His partners responded with affirmative tone. His friends came into the vault inspecting each bag, and picking them as they exited through the door.
"All phone calls coming in and out of the bank will jammed for at least thirty minutes." Niko said audibly so the bank manager would hear him. Taking a moment to think Isaac turned to bank manager.
?Thank you for your help, we will be leaving now.? he said
The robbers walked trough the group of hostages on floor and strolled to their van with the duffle bags on their shoulders. They filed in one by one, it took only a few seconds to get the van started. The bank manager watched through the glass door as the white van passed the bank and turned left.
Everything went according to plan and they were in and out in thirty minutes. Their loot was more than five hundred thousand dollars which was on the low side, but would suffice. This was their trade and profession, none felt regret for what they had done it was just business.
The sun was up now and the city was already bustling, the inhabitants of the city followed their morning routines, stopping to buy coffee at a local cafe and browsing through magazines at a newsstand, preparing for the day?s work.
The leader of the bandits looked back toward his comrades with a look of seriousness on his battle worn face. They knew what they signed up for when they agreed to and anything could happen, someone could die, they could be taken into custody but the reward was greater than the risk.
They planned this heist with great skill, they studied the banks floor plan extensively for days. They knew every nook and cranny of the bank down to the where chair was to be. They were well armed buying black market assault rifles that were customized with acog scopes, which would be largely unnecessary for close-combat. If they had to reload they go for their pistols instead which were mounted onto thigh rigs. They all wore blue gloves and modified SWAT uniform complete with ballistic vests.
They had positioned the van near a inconspicuous wall. Their van was white just as every van was in the city, the only thing that would make it stand out was its tinted windows. Their eyes peered through the windows of the van, watching what few people passed by. In fifteen minutes they were to synchronize watches and emerge from the van. As they waited they went over the plan in their mind thousands of times, predicting every outcome of any possible situation they would be put in. What if the security guards had already arrived, no that's impossible unless they got in through the back entrance. That made no difference there was no one outside the bank, what few gunshots they fired would not be heard.
The leader looked back again, this time with his hand on his watch. Which they all wore on the left hand and up-side, which allowed them to view it even when their weapons were raised.
?On my mark.? he whispered in his usual cold fashion.
?Mark.?
They synchronized their watches and the van door flew open, their eyes scanned the barren sidewalks as they barreled through the street. Their fingers glued to side of the trigger, holding their assault rifles close to their bodies, they burst through the bank doors. There were few people in the lobby only four or five waiting in a line, the bank manager who had his back turned to the bank entrance as he inspected the daily newspaper, and bank teller was dealing with a customer. As everyone's eyes glanced at the robbers their faces went white, the only ones who showed no inkling of fear were bank teller and manager. This was their first robbery, but their training prepared them for situations like this. They knew what the men wanted, and wouldn't risk anyone's life to stop them.
?Everyone down!? shouted the leader of the group, his dark eyes commanded them to comply.
?Simon shoot the teller, we don?t want him pressing any silent alarm.? the leader said in low voice to not alert the teller of their intentions and then stepping away and nodding to the rest of the group. Simon did not even look back at his leader when he carried down the order. He let no emotion escape his face even under the mask that covered it.
The shot tore through the confusion and panic in the bank. The rest of the robbers had already ordered everybody to the ground and were in the process of tying their hands behind their backs. Several cries escaped the hostages but the men in masks were professionals, they barked "Silence!" waving their weapons and getting immediate results and the crowd was left only with their tears and silent sobbing along with fear.
The teller's body slouched forward and finally his face, frozen surprised twisted in pain, disappeared behind the desk. Simon only followed this motion from the corner of his vision, as he kept his gaze and his gun at the hostages. He did not enjoy killing people but orders were orders, but ee had learned to trust his leader.
There was less people in the bank then expected, but that just made it easier. Isaac, the leader group moved toward the bank manager, grabbing him by the neck and pointing his pistol to the manager?s head.
?You?re going to cooperate with me right..? he whispered in manager?s ear giving no space for argument.
?I suppose? groaned the manager as he gasped for air.
?Okay then, let?s head to the vault, if I can remember correctly its down that hallway.? he said in a hushed voice as he pointed toward the hallway toward his left.
The streets outside were as barren as they were when the robber first entered the bank. There was no one to hear the Simon?s execution of the bank teller, no one to alert the police about suspicious men entering the bank.
Philip or Pip as he was often called, had hawk like eyes which never focused on one spot alway scanning his surroundings. He noticed the subtle movements of a particular hostage toward his right. This hostage was beautiful woman, but that made no differences to him. As he positioned her to sit he could see the scared face of the woman, but that did not phase him.
?What do you think you're doing?? he said in a low monotone voice, under his mask he scowling.
She didn't answer.
?I saw you trying to untie yourself, what were you thinking of doing?? she knew this was rhetorical question.
She looked into his eyes, but they were devoid of pity.
?Did you think you could've escaped??
Again she did not answer, a tear dripped down her right cheek.
?Don't try it or I?ll kill you.? his voice did not waver under the seriousness of his statement
She felt as those his words lingered in the air. He positioned her onto the floor again.
Niko was in charge of wiping the banks cameras of any footage of him and his comrades. He was smartest and youngest of the group, even with his mask on the hostages could see this. He was an expert at cracking computer systems and this security system was within a few moments he was deleting the camera recording of the robbers. He reached into his duffel bag which was filled with different devices and gizmos of his own creation, he pulled out a sort of PDA. Using a USB cord he linked it to the bank?s outside security cameras, it always good to be on the safe side.
The manager opened the vault, first using his key to the panel in the vault door, and then keyed in the sixteen pin password. As the vault swung open, Isaac shoved his four duffel bags into the managers arms.
?Fill them.? Isaac said in a low monotone which all the bank robbers used.
The manager went to work filling the bags, putting each bag at the robbers feet as he filled them.
?Okay we?re all set to go.? the robber said into his earpiece.
His partners responded with affirmative tone. His friends came into the vault inspecting each bag, and picking them as they exited through the door.
"All phone calls coming in and out of the bank will jammed for at least thirty minutes." Niko said audibly so the bank manager would hear him. Taking a moment to think Isaac turned to bank manager.
?Thank you for your help, we will be leaving now.? he said
The robbers walked trough the group of hostages on floor and strolled to their van with the duffle bags on their shoulders. They filed in one by one, it took only a few seconds to get the van started. The bank manager watched through the glass door as the white van passed the bank and turned left.
Everything went according to plan and they were in and out in thirty minutes. Their loot was more than five hundred thousand dollars which was on the low side, but would suffice. This was their trade and profession, none felt regret for what they had done it was just business.
