From the tumblr prompt: You were chased by cops and took me hostage but you didn't realize the cops were after me too. ~ randomfandomstuff
Shitshitshitshitshit. Toby thought as he tripped and triggered the alarm. He had been so careful.
The plan was simple. Get it the store through the vents. Grab the diamonds. Don't set off the alarm. Get out. But he just had to trip over the stupid bat the owner kept behind the front desk. Great.
No need to be subtle now. Toby pushed himself out of the door and ran as fast as he could. He turned right, where there was a small alley. He raced past and didn't even know where his feet were taking him.
Tony ended up near a park that he was not familiar with. He stopped at a bench and tried to catch his breath. Then, out of nowhere, a hand wraps around his nose and mouth. He tried to pry it off, but it wouldn't budge. He tried to stop breathing because he knew that the cloth separating the gloved hand and his mouth was going to knock him out. The last thing he remembers is the swings slowly rocking back and forth with the wind.
When Toby wakes up he's in the back of a cargo van, hands tied behind his back and his feet bound with rope. He knows the van is moving because he gets jolted to the side. He can make out a figure in the front seat, but he can't get to them because of the metal gate.
Toby chokes out, "What do you want from me?" His voice is raw from earlier.
"Stop talking," The voice is feminine and steely. "You are my hostage because the cops are after me."
Toby doubles over and laughs. "Wow. That's ironic because the police are after me too." The voice replied with "Fuck". Toby continues, "What did you do to make them come for you?"
She replies, begrudgingly, "I robbed a bank. You?"
"I tried to steal some diamonds."
"Well, shit."
"What are you going to do now?"
"I don't know. Shit."