* Disclaimer: the author of the fan fiction does not, in any way, profit from the story and that all creative rights to the characters belong to their original creator(s).
"Evan, we have to see a patient in less than an hour!"
"Relax Henry. This is going to be really fast. I just have to run in and deposit these checks. It'll take two minutes, at most."
Hank sighed. His car had only been in the shop 2 days and he was already sick of car-pooling with his brother.
Evan pulled his van into the bank's parking lot. "Two minutes," he said hopping out of the vehicle and darting into the bank.
Hank rolled his eyes and turned on the radio. A female pop-singer's voice blasted from the speakers.
'I never did quite understand Evan's taste in music,' Hank thought to himself. He clicked around, trying to find something of interest to pass the time.
Five minutes…
He pulled out his phone and checked his e-mail.
Ten minutes…
He organized everything in his wallet
Fifteen minutes…
"Okay, it has been way longer than two minutes!" Hank said getting out of the van and heading toward the bank.
He was so lost in thought, thinking of the many ways he was going to chastise Evan for making them late, that he walked right in front of the black van entering the lot.
"Sorry," Hank waved to the van.
He entered the bank and saw Evan in the corner, arguing with a teller over something.
"I'm the CFO of my own company. I think I know when I'm getting a good interest rate."
Hank walked over. "Evan. We need to go now."
"This is important Henry. Interest rates can make or break-"
He was interrupted by screams.
"Everyone, down on the ground! This is a bank robbery!"
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