Alright boys, deep breath.
This is for real, no fucking around.
No worries, we've practised hundreds of times.
Just pop in, wave the guns, grab the goods, and bolt out.
No one will get hurt.
Okay, we've stopped.
On three, we go.
One, Two, Three.
Go.
Walk casually. No rush.
Slow it down boys. No need to make everyone anxious.
Okay, there's the door.
Open it slowly.
Give a smile to the old woman. That's it.
Up to the counter.
Nod.
"How's ya doin' today, love?" she asks me.
"Fine." I say.
Cut the crap. Let's go.
Nod to Bruce. He's ready.
Pull out the gun. Wave it.
Good.
Scream at the woman. She's scared.
"Don't touch that button." I yell.
Jump over the counter.
Declan's got everyone covered.
Run to the back.
There are the safes.
Where's that paper?
Reach in my pockets.
There.
Take it out. Read the numbers.
Crack the safe.
Finally.
A small, black bag.
In the back.
Just there.
Pull it out.
And there they are.
4 precious stones, safe against the velvet.
Wrap them and place in my right pocket.
Run out.
Declan's got the woman in hysterics.
Tom's in the car.
Take a shot at the ceiling.
"Get DOWN!" I scream.
I'm trembling.
They do as I say, and Declan and Bruce run out, jumping into the car.
I follow, after dodgy glances to the customers.
In the car now.
Drive.
My heart is racing, but we got them.
Drive for a ways, to scared to take off the mask.
After a while, we stop.
Inhale.
Get out. Run to the scooter.
Exhale.
Rip my mask off, place the stones in the bag.
The rest take off in the car.
I'm alone now.
On a scooter.
That goes 25 miles an hour.
Carrying 14 million in jewels.
Deep breath.
And here we go.
Driving steady.
No one notices me.
Almost there.
The cops pass me ahead.
I smile and wave.
They look pissed.
Almost home.
Drive into the garage.
The car meets me.
We pile into the garage.
Shut the door.
Unwrap the stones.
In the safe.
Close the door.
and Inhale.
We did it.
