The stagnant line became stifling and unbearable for Mike as he waited behind a portly man in his bank. This was the last place he wanted to be. He was visiting his grandmother in New York when he had misplaced his wallet. He checked his account online only to find that all of his money had been withdrawn. How he had to spend a good amount of his day here. Although he was attending Harvard on a full scholarship, without a silver spoon in his mouth he still struggled to get by. So he had to get this resolved quickly or he'd starve.
The bank teller called for the next customer and the line barely seemed to move further. With his phone having died over an hour ago Mike was left without some sort of entertainment whatsoever. So he took to trying to find something interesting on the walls.
"Next." The lady called out again in monotone.
He stepped forward looking our the windows watching people and traffic go by. Everyone moving but him. It was frustrating.
"Next."
Mike stepped forward.
His attention was immediately caught as four sharply dressed men walked in wearing sunglasses and carrying duffel bags. Mike's stomach dropped as his mind raced wildly. H was probably just being paranoid but he braced himself none the less.
"Next. Next! Next person please." The woman raised her voice to get Mike's attention. The person behind him nudged him, breaking his train of thought.
The bank teller had caught the attention of one of the men. He pulled out an assault rifle and shot a couple of rounds in the ceiling. The other man took their cue and pulled out their weapons as well.
Everyone screamed and dropped to the floor immediately without even being told.
"Everyone kiss the floor and don't bother looking up." One of the men began. All of this'll be over shortly so no one be a hero because I will not hesitate to put a bullet through your skull."
As he spoke, one of the men ordered the bank tellers to come around from behind their stations. The two other men had taken a nervous bald man, whom he recognized as the bank manager, to the back of the bank.
It had quieted down except for the few woman sobbing. Mike took this time to study the robbers.
The one nearest him didn't have any remarkable features. He was thin with black hair that curled slightly with sharp features. He fidgeted from time to time and his stiff movements gave away his nervousness.
The other man on the other hand was completely at ease. He had black, slicked back hair that held a tinge of brown that reflected in the sun. Despite his sunglasses he noticed two moles above his left eyebrow and a strong jaw line that Mike slightly envied.
It wasn't long before the other men returned with once empty duffle bags slung over their shoulders passing the ones in their hands to the others.
Sirens were heard off in the distance, growing louder with each passing second.
"Shit, they're early." The bald man said, irritated, checking his watch.
"Small change of plans." The one with moles said as he made to grab a woman nearby who let out a scream. The others followed suit, grabbing hostages. The woman that had been grabbed first was pregnant. It wasn't noticeable and the only reason he knew was because she had mentioned it while she was on her phone.
"Wait!" Mike called out before the men could leave and stood up.
The men quickly raised their guns towards Mike who quickly raised his hands.
"Sit down kid or you're a dead man." The bald man ordered him.
Mike swallowed his fear before talking.
"Take me instead." He hadn't meant for his voice to sound shaky but he couldn't help it, staring at the barrel of the rifle. "She's pregnant."
"I don't care. Sit down." The bald man raised his voice, patience wearing thin.
"Alright." The moled man said finally with a sly grin. He gently shoved the woman off to the side. He extended his hand towards Mike who walked up to him hesitantly and took his hand.