WANTED: MAYA PENELOPE HART.

Ugh. She hated it when those jerks used her middle name; it was unflattering and completely unnecessary. However, it was quite amusing to her that the jerks thought that writing her name in bold letters and putting it on one of those boring cop TV shows was going to help them find her.

Stupid cops.

They don't know the first thing about finding people. If you let them know that you're out to get them, they're not just going to arrive at the station and turn themselves in. People aren't going to try and tackle a criminal in the streets and ensure that they get arrested. Criminals are dangerous. And so was Maya.

The cops needed to play the game. It's like a city-wide game of hide and seek; hide and seek had always been Maya's favourite game. She loved it so much that she hid away from all her friends, and she is still waiting to be found. Even if the game started 2 years ago when Maya had no other choice but to drop out of college.

Her grandma had fallen sick and Maya was the only one who could take care of her since Katy needed to work so she could earn enough money for them all to live. Now it's Maya's turn to make the big bucks. Ok, so her method of gaining money wasn't vey traditional, but it worked. Since Maya only had herself to pay for nowadays, it worked better than she would've ever imagined.

Maya picked up her coffee, spun it around in the paper cup and quickly drank the contents left in her cup. She didn't enjoy lukewarm coffee. She didn't really enjoy coffee at all, but on a night like tonight, a cup of coffee was completely mandatory. She slammed her cup back onto the table and proceeded to exit the diner with her hood up and her gun in her back pocket.

"First stop, NYC Mellon Bank" Maya announced to herself as she pulled her leather gloves tightly around her hands to ensure that no skin was visible. She was waiting in an alley about a mile from the bank, that way she could let her hood down for a few minutes.

It was around 6pm and surprisingly, it was already dark. Dark enough for nobody to notice Maya was hiding out in an alley anyway.

"It's now or never sport." She whispered to herself as she made her way out of the alley with her hood up and her head down.

The walk didn't take long, what took long was attempting to cross the roads of New York without getting killed. 6:30pm. It's now or never sport.

Maya walked into the building and headed straight up to one of the many desks with those know-it-all bank workers stationed at it. She was in her zone. Nothing could stop her from completing this robbery. She had been planning it for weeks. And by that I mean she had been procrastinating for weeks. Now she was here, and there was no turning back.

"Hi, how may I help you?" The bank worker, or whatever they're called, asked. Ugh, they sound so robotic. So scripted. It was disgusting.

"Yes actually, would it be possible for you to-" Maya simultaneously removed her hood and reached for her gun, pointing it directly at the bank guys' forehead, "-give me all the damn money out of your machine."

As soon as people started to notice the gun, they panicked. Everybody was screaming and attempting to leave. Everybody was moving except Maya and the guy she had held at gunpoint.

Two shots were fired to the ceiling by somebody who didn't appear in Maya's view. Even Maya flinched from the sheer shock of it. Nevertheless, she looked back to the worker and gestured for him to start unloading the cash onto the desk in front of him.

"Alright, everybody get down, you're not going anywhere. Yeah that's right, you too Mr. Big Shot." A muffled voice shouted from behind Maya. She figured that the guy must've planned to rob this exact bank, on the exact same day.

How very convenient.

The worker had finally finished pouring the money from the cash register. Maya scooped the money into her duffle bag with one hand, her other hand was still holding her gun. She glanced around momentarily to see which 'bad bot criminal' had joined her tonight. He was wearing a mask. Typical. He looked in good shape though, and Maya was sure she could see a strand of brown hair peeking out from his mask. Such an amateur, Maya thought. Nevertheless, he could probably carry more money than she could.

"Okay," Maya shouted, "This is what's going to happen here, and I'm gunna lay it down reaaaal quick for y'all-" She walked to the other side of the desks, and straight past the 'employees only' sign. She moved very slowly, the sound of her heeled boots connecting with the floor seemed to get louder each time she took a step. From her boot, she pulled out a knife. It wasn't very big, but it was sharp enough to do the trick.

She walked straight up to man she had just held at gunpoint, shot him a quick smile, and without missing a beat, she pressed the knife ever so gently onto the main artery in his neck. Everyone gasped, as quietly as they could. After all, it wasn't a good idea to show that you were afraid.

"-me and... that guy over there, are going to take some money, and you adorable people aren't going to move a muscle until we're done." She nodded over to the masked guy once again, he seemed to have understood what she meant as he quickly moved towards the desks and demanded money from all of the other employees. Maya's gun was pointing in the general direction of the bunch of people on the floor, just in case they got any ideas.

It didn't take the guy long to take the rest of the money. 3 minutes maximum. Maya was impressed to say the least. She threw the guy she was holding to the ground and smiled at the masked man.

"Shall we?" She smirked as they both walked out of the bank together. After all, she had to stay close to him, he had most of the money since Maya was stuck doing all the dirty work.

Robbing a bank wasn't like it was in the movies; the cops always turned up late, so there was no good chase scene to tell your friends. That was fine with Maya, she had lost her friends a long time ago anyway.

Maya threw her hood up and walked out of the building. They didn't bother to dash for the exit and run. It was simple really, the best way to look like you're innocent is to blend in with everyone else in the city. If nobody else in running, you're going to stand out enough for the cops to arrest you with no questions asked.

The casual walking had been brought to an abrupt stop as the masked man pulled Maya into an apartment building. It was evident from that point that this guy was stronger than he looked. He removed his mask whilst he walked up the stairs, however, he refused to look in Maya's general direction. At least Maya knew his hair was definitely brown.

Eventually, they made it to what Maya presumed was his apartment. "I'm going to be generous and allow this to be a 50/50 split." Maya smirked, trying to keep up her criminal character for as long as she could. The man still didn't turn around. "Dude if you don't look at me I'm taking the lot."

"Awh, is the bad, bad robbery man ashamed?" Maya teased shamelessly, however, her amusement was cut short when he finally did turn around.

Her game of hide and seek was over. She had lost.