It was supposed to be an easy job.

S, N, and U had done plenty of jobs like this one in the past, and this one was no different. Small bank in a dead-end town with low security that had enough money to set them up for a long time? The trio was so there! Hanweir Bank would be the easiest score of their criminal careers!

So, they donned their ski masks and leather gloves, armed themselves to the tooth, and got ready. S found the driver. Someone new and fresh. N and U could tell the guy was inexperienced, but S liked testing new blood. It had to do with his mafia upbringing. According to S, he was positive they didn't need their favorite hacker. Just a few call-in explosives. U, the oldest of the trio, was uncertain about this. It was winter, the roads were awful, and the hacker would buy them precious time that the exterior conditions would not allow.

"Bigger cuts for each of us," S pointed out, knowing J would asking for her usually large cut.

U begrudgingly agreed. N was simply excited. She jumped into S's arms, legs around his waist.

"So, we retiring after this or something?" she asked, looking into S's eyes.

"That and maybe move somewhere warmer too," S answered with a chuckle, holding his beautiful wife close and kissing her.

N broke the kiss. "I don't know if I wanna retire though; our lives are so exhilarating," she pointed out, biting her lower lip with a smile.

S frowned. "Think about the girls."

N nodded. "Okay. Our fav hacker watching them today?" she asked.

"No. She's planning something with K," S answered. "I think they're finally tired of T's shit and they're gonna do something about it." He set his wife down.

"Good. T's is a child-molesting sack of shit," N stated, leaning against S. It wasn't a lie. T had abducted his own niece and nephew and raised and trained them to be criminals, all the while sexually abusing his niece.

"Agreed," U huffed.

S nodded. "Now, we should get to work," he pointed out. "That bank's not going to rob itself." He stood, N sliding away from him.

That had been this morning before dawn, before went to they entered the bank with guns blazing. They had scared the civilians, tellers, and the lone security guard. N grabbed a woman and held a gun to her head to make the security guard stay his hand. "Drop your weapon!" N shouted, and the guard obeyed. U went in and bound his hands and feet before hauling him to the utility closet. He and S did the same to the others before N bound her hostage. Once everyone was out of the way, S went to plant a call-in charge on the door to the treasury.

He came out, pulling his disposable cellphone. "Okay; we all done?" He asked. N and U were emptying the registers up front.

"Yeah; make the call," N answered, shoving the last of the cash in her white duffle bag.

S called the charge, detonating it and blasting open the vault. The trio bolted in and started loading their bags. S moved fast, loading up as much as he could as fast as he could. He saw N going for the safety deposit boxes. They couldn't afford to waste time on those!

"N, no! Leave them," he barked.

"Come on love, imagine what people keep in these," N giggled, shooting a lock and pulling the box out. "Oooh, some gold jewelry!" She dumped the contents into her bag. She was being greedy, caught up in the thrill. She was about to go for another when U stopped her.

"He said don't," he pointed out, grabbing N's wrist. "We have enough to last us years. Don't waste your life on things people can't replace."

They exchanged a serious look, and S saw the flash of…something else there. He ignored it and finished loading up his bag.

"Okay, let's go!" he shouted. He ran out of the vault, only to be grabbed by an unexpected security guard. Damn it! There was supposed to be one! The guard held a gun to his head and pulled off his ski mask. N and U ran out, guns in their hands.

"I see your face! I'll remember!" the guard shouted, excited. He was young. Mid-twenties.

S rolled his eyes. "And you best forget real quick that you saw us," he warned.

"Fat cha-."

BAM!

The guard fell to the ground, dead with a bullet in his head. S cursed violently and gave N a small shove. "What the Hell is wrong with you?!" he demanded.

"I'm thinking I was saving my husband!" N snapped. This life has changed her. She wasn't the sweet girl who only did this to survive anymore.

At what point did we switch personalities? S wondered. Oh, he had no delusions of innocence or kindness. He was as cold-blooded as N had become, save for only a few people in his life. But as he once did this for the thrills, the excitement, and the great sex afterward, he was now in it for survival.

"Come on you two," U told them, and started down a corridor.

N gave S a glare of disapproval for him berating her before following U. S took a deep breath and followed them. They entered a store room that connected to the loading dock and blasted the door open. S opened the garage door. Then came the sirens.

"Fuck!" N hissed. "Who told?!"

"No such thing as a perfect heist, dear," S growled, suddenly fed up with his wife's crap.

"Take cover," U ordered, getting behind a beam.

S took the other beam and N hid behind a truck. They entered a firefight with the arriving cops. N removed her mask in annoyance. It was itching her face. Fuck, did she hate the state of Innistrad sometimes. It was cold, winters were long, and to Hell with snow! She longed for her tropical home country of Zendikar. She had spent her childhood there, until her family became citizens of Dominia and they moved to the state of Innistrad. They left behind the rain forests of Bala Ged, the beautiful coasts of Tazeem, and the red mountains of Akoum. Home.

But instead, N was forced to live in this frustratingly cold realm. Perhaps she could convince S to move them somewhere nicer, warmer? And preferably somewhere away from his evil, mafia grandfather. She was certain if they didn't leave Innistrad soon, S's grandfather would come for her blood.

They shot their way to the road where their driver waited with their car. S had been smart to make the driver and his car wait a distance from the bank, but they heard sirens fast approaching. S cursed under his breath and ran around to the passenger's side, calling shotgun. U opened the backseat door on the driver's side and slid in and over to the passenger's side. N got in after him.

"Drive!" she ordered.

The driver nodded and did so, slamming the gas.

The police drove up alongside the car and N rolled down her window, taking out her gun. She fired at the cops. They fired back, until one bullet got the driver in the head. S cursed loudly, again, and shoved the body out the car. He took the steering wheel and slammed the car into the cop car, running them off-road and into a tree. N and U cheered, until U grunted in pain.

"U? What's wrong?!" N exclaimed.

U's arm was bleeding. He'd been shot.

"He okay?" S asked, keeping his eyes on the snow-covered road and both hands on the wheel.

"I'll be fine," U answered with a groan. N looked worried. U was her friend.

They passed a cop car, and S tensed. The police car didn't stop or turn around though. He relaxed, but only a little. This job was getting harder. He didn't expect this much trouble. He saw a blockade ahead. There wasn't supposed to be one! He heard the blare of a train whistle and sharply turned right onto the bridge before they could hit the blockade. N and U saw the train and then saw S speed up.

"Can we beat the train?" she asked, and then saw the police following.

"I'll make sure of it," S answered with a growl. They smashed through the bar and the train just tapped the back bumper. But when something that heavy going any speed hits you, you go spinning and straight into a tree. S hit his head while N and U slammed into the front seats. None of them were wearing their seatbelts. Why must we always be so stupid? S asked himself.

"Ouch…" N groaned, wincing. She rubbed her forehead, which throbbed.

"And that's why we wear fucking seatbelts," S grumbled. Blood trickled down his forehead. "Great, I think I have a concussion…"

U groaned. It was weak and pained.

"U?!" N gasped.

"I think something's broken…" he muttered, holding his arm to his ribcage.

S grabbed his and U's bags and got out to help him. N grabbed hers and did the same. They started making their way down a street. U was stumbling between them, injured.

"Where's the second car?" N asked S, looking to him with worried eyes.

"Shit!" S cursed. "It's been moved!"

"I see a-. Shit! Dick!" N exclaimed, trying to pull U down.

If only she hadn't…

A bullet went into U's chest as they went down into the brown and grey snow.

"U!" N screamed, going to her friend. "Fuck! Don't die on me!"

"N, we have to-!" S didn't finish his sentence as a bullet caught him in the side and he fell. "N, run!"

N looked to see a sniper and ducked behind cover. She pulled out a gun. "Fuck my life…" She looked to her husband. "I'm not leaving you honey!" She took a deep breath, and jumped out, shooting like a madwoman as police arrived. She ducked behind cover and looked to S and U. Neither were moving. Tears welled up and she jumped up and fired again. They were closing in. They were going to kill her. There was no interest in her capture. They came closer still. She looked to U. Her friend…S wasn't moving when she looked at him. A tear rolled down her cheek. She turned and ran. There was nothing for her here anymore…