Disclaimer: Only in my dreams do I own any part of the Dukes of Hazzard. But maybe someday….

The city of Atlanta was still blanketed in night. There was still a few hours before the sun would begin to show her face above the horizon. Most folks was still tucked away in their beds with the exception of the two men in front of the bank.

"Would ya hurry up! I don't wanna hafta explain to the police what we're doin' out here."

One of the men sharply whispered to his partner. He was tall with sandy colored hair that could not be tamed, and he was wearing a black suit that matched the one his partner was wearing.

"Shut up, idiot! If you'd be quiet and quit breakin' my concentration then I could pick this lock a whole lot faster! And quit worryin' 'bout the police…I did my homework. There were only two that were supposed to patrol this part of the street and they're in no position to do that now!"

The second man was only slightly shorter than the fist but had shiny, slicked back hair. He stood at the bank door and picked at the lock on the door. Finally, after some effort, the door clicked and as he turned the knob slowly, it swung forward to admit them.

The sandy haired man, named Dave, and the black haired one, named Doug, silently entered the bank. They pulled out their guns and surveyed their surroundings. The bank was empty. The plan was working. They made their way to the back of the room and entered the combination for admittance to the vault.

"OK, I'll put the money in the bag. You keep watch. If anyone comes, shoot them!"

Doug started to fill the bag with money as Dave watched for anyone's approach. The job was quickly finished and the robbers left the bank as they had found it, minus some $500,000 in cash.

The plot was going smoothly for Dave and Doug until they left the bank.

During the time the robbery was taking place, a young girl was wandering through the alleyways of Atlanta. She was about nine. Her parents had died in a fire a week ago. Afraid of going to the orphanage, she fled the scene, avoided the police, and had been scavenging for food ever since.

The poor girl was walking past the bank as the men ran out. Not seeing her in the dark, Dave tripped over her. As all three hit the ground one of the guns fired.

"DAMN! That's going to attract someone! Get the money and run! And grab that kid! She can

identify us and she could have us for murder if she heard us earlier."

"Do you really think she's that smart? I mean she can't be more than 10. Couldn't we jus-"

"NO! We've come too far. I'm not taking any chances! Get her just in case! We'll take care of her later. Now let's GO!"

The girl struggled against the men but was too small to fight them off. They threw her into a blue sedan and sped off. The gunshots had alerted a neighbor and they had called the police. But they arrived too late. Dave and Doug had already left.

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"Doug, where does this road lead. I don't want to escape the Atlanta police just to get caught in a neighboring coun- STOP SQUIRMING!" Dave was in the back seat with the girl who was still putting up as much of a fight as her small frame would allow.

"Would you gag her or something! She's giving me a headache!"

Dave held the gun close to the girl's head. "Now, are you going to be a good girl?" She stopped moving immediately. "That's what I thought. Now, where does this road go, Doug!"

"I'm heading for a small town called Hazzard. I've heard the police there aren't very competent. So, the way I see it, we get through this town and we're home free. We get rid of the girl in Hazzard, too."

Dave smiled at his partner. "Excellent. We're gonna be rich men very soon."

They both laughed as they passed the "Welcome to Hazzard County" sign.

Well, please R/R. I don't know what you'll think. The urge just struck me to write a story and this is what I came up with. I'm thinking of this as I go. Let me know what you think. And I apologize if the format gets messed up. I know that can happen sometimes.