yeet
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oof 😩
uh how we startung -
bruh idk
maybe they're out on a heist and Willow gets hurt or sum s---?? and the fat mafia dad gets mad and we go from there -
uh uh sounds good
i can start if you would like fam -
pls do
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kk
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James drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, trying not to look suspicious to the passing civilians. He looked around for the crew, it usually didn't take this long, they were a good crew, always in and out within 5 minutes every time. Something must have gone wrong, it had already been 4 and there was no sign of them.
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The bank was a classic option for a heist. They had been to this place before yet, they were still able to get in easily. Getting out was the tricky part. One of the security guards was actually armed this time around, so they had to take him down quickly. Willow held a handgun to the nape of his neck while the others were grabbing the cash. In her other hand was another hand gun ready to shoot anyone who dared stand up. Luckily, they had masks, but they would still be suspects.
It wasnt long before they hopped over the front desk. In the distance, a siren was heard. Willow kicked the man down and turned her back on him. But boy, was that mistake. The man was semi conscious, but conscious enough to grab his gun and shoot in her general direction. The bullet grazed her arm on the way out. She cried out in pain, but kept running out of the building with the crew.
"Six minutes." Willow said between clenched teeth. Her hand held her upper arm where blood was oozing from her black sleeve. "You guys f---ing suck." She turned and eyed the two in the back. "James, step on it." -
James glanced back at her, his throat failing to speak for a second. "Ye- Yeah." He slammed down on the pedals and sped forward, the tires skidding along the pavement. As he drove he glanced behind him. "Something happen? That took longer then usual." He pulled a sharp right turn, making everyone in the car slide to the left. "Also you guys might want to hold on, these cops seem determined."
He continued swerving through the streets avoiding the obstacles with relative ease. Despite the circumstances he felt very calm, he always felt relaxed when driving, it was his one form of stress relief, which was ironic considering his career choices. -
Willow threw her mask on the ground in frustration and hastily buckled her seat belt. "These two f---ers took too long. I will admit, I didn't take one of the guards out. I hit him and I figured he would be out, but he wasn't. He had enough strength to do this." She pulled her hand away to show her blood covered fingers.
Guerra sat with her arms crossed. "Maybe if princess here hadn't messed up her distraction, we would've been in sooner. Plus, we had a set amount of cash to get, you know." Willow honestly wanted to shoot her right then and there, but she'd rather take it up with her dad. It wasn't like it mattered much. Either of them could kill her, but she was actually good at what she did. Despite her attitude, they needed her.
It didn't help that the police were on their tails. Willow rolled down the window and shot on of the police cruisers in the tire, causing a pile up. Her right arm ached, but it needed to be done. Two more came from each side. "f---, James, you need to lose them." -
"Yeah yeah I know." James swerved around street corners avoiding obstacles. He could see another turn coming up, the cops still on his ass. He drifted around the corner, the cops failing to follow him crashed into a building and each other, essentially creating a blockade from the other officers. "Well I'd say that takes care of that problem." He said somewhat defiantly. Just then two more cars swerged around the corner. He sighed "Spoke to soon." He pulled a very sharp U-turn, which was ironically illegal on this street. The coos once again showed what s--- drivers they were and failed to follow him once again. After a few more minutes of this he eventually managed to get away and was driving towards the rendevous point. "You guys good back there?" He glanced back at them as he drove along.
Sorry for shortish response but i dont have my laptop until monday.)) -
(No worries.)
In unison everyone gave a 'yeah' in repsponse. Willow sat back, feeling weak from the blood loss. "My dad should have a new vehicle ready for tomorrow. This one is going to a junk yard since we've been spotted." Tyler, the man in the back chimed in. "Hey, but at least we got the cash." He grinned flashing a gold canine. Willow mustered enough strength to turn back at him. "And you're only getting five thousand of that."
Their hide away was outside of city limits, hidden in acres of land. For a place so far out, it was actually a nice place to stay. You'd imagine in movies it would be a shady room behind some alleyway, but the cops expected activity in the city. Once in the drive way, Willow tucked her gun in the back of her waistband and walked inside ahead of the others. She punched in the pass code to get in the house and led them to Walter's office.
The balding man was on an old, but modified computer. He didn't look up until Tyler set down the duffle bag. "I'll be counting that later. I expect fifty thousand, or else." He eyed the group over a pair of bifocals. He looked back at the screen and began typing. "I have a question for you all." He paused. "What went wrong this time? Now, I know you all didn't necessarily get caught, but... Willow got shot, you took a minute longer than usual, and I'm sure you two," He eyed Guerra and Tyler, "Didn't get the fifty thousand." They both gulped. "You all have one more chance tomorrow, or else? Well, we don't want to find out, now do we? Go along now." He waved a hand, still staring at the screen.
Although he was her father, he treated her like a pawn, merely someone to do his dirty work. He hadn't treated her like a daughter since she was a preteen. Willow stormed to her room to take care of the mess. She threw the gun down and sat down to inspect the wound. It was starting to scab up slightly, but it still needed medical attention. There was no way she was going to the hospital, so she went to the bathroom connected to her room, and began doing what she could. -
James pulled out of the driveway as they all go out and began driving to the usual spot. As he drove along the dimly lit roads he put on the radio. Flipping through the channels he stopped at a favorite classic of his. Pianoman by Billy Joel. He looked at his watch as he drove along. Despite his love of driving, exposing of the vehicle was always one of his favorite parts of the job, not including the constant adrenaline rush and death threats. "It's 9:00 on a Saturday." He sighed as he parked the car in the abandoned lot. He stayed in the car to let the song finish and turned off the radio. Checking his watch again he got out of the car and shut the door.
James walked over to a shack and pulled out a tank of gasoline. Whistling he began drenching the car in gas, making sure both the inside and outside were thoroughly soaked. He put the can down and pulled out a lighter. "Goodnight my friend." He sighed as he lit the lighter and tossed it into the front seat, engulfing the entire car in flames.
James picked up the can and put it back into the shed, locking it as he walked out. He looked around the lot, realizing something was wrong. "Ah s---!" He had forgotten to leave his car at the lot so he could drive back to the house. He looked back at the flaming car. "Guess I'm walking." He put his hands in his pockets and began walking back in the direction of the house in the cold of the night. Wishing he had worn a jacket he rubbed his arms as he walked.
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