It was dark as Kyle and I sat behind the shop. We were sat on the floor the dust and dirt dancing in little breezes around our feet. Leaning against the wall i tucked my legs up hung my arms over them and buried my head a common, ritual before a job; it gave me time to think things through. Dad wasn't with us this time; it wasn't unusual so we weren't worried, we needed to do this even of he wasn't there to help. They would be closing soon. Kyle knew, he had been watching the shop every evening for about two weeks observing from afar as people came and went oblivious to the dark shadow that hung over their every move. It was more of a bar than a shop with a large oak bar that jutted out from the wall seating about 20. It was a mate's but that didn't matter it had something dad wanted. Firearms. He needed the weapons for job, he never really told us much more than that and we never asked I especially knew better than to get too deep into dads business. Dads temper was scary, out of control might be a better word, destroying anything or anyone in his path including me and Kyle. Kyle and I sat at the rear of the bricked building. Waiting. He was smoking and I was sat next to him staring at the ground waiting for him to give the signal. We rarely talked at this time having previously been through the plan but he could see from my constant fidgeting that something was up.

"You ok?"

"Yer,why?"

"You seem a bit on edge."

"Why would I be it's exactly the same as last weeks."

"They're bigger though and this is only your fifth." He threw his cigarette over the barbed wire fence. "I didn't get used to it till..."

"Just shut up Kyle." I playfully kicked his leg. "I'm fine. Hey you got another?" I said to him nodding to the pack in his hand.

"Yer here." He passed me a cigarette and whipping out a lighter from my pocked I hid the flame in my hand and sucking in the sweet air the toxic fumes filled my lungs. I exhaled; it was soothing

"Better?"

I nodded.

We sat there in silence listening closely to the sound of individuals clearing up. They took their time but we weren't worried this was a usual routine for them and we had all night. We didn't move until we heard the key turn in the lock; then we sprang into action. Kyle chucked me the ruck sack, that had been sat sagging at his feet, and smashing the lock on the back door kicked his way in. I followed in hot persist but upon entering the bar we parted our separate ways. Kyle knew exactly what he was doing having been out with dad and he boys but dad seldom let me help out but Kyle was cool he made me just one of the guys and if missed that since being with Brax. Kyle made me feel accepted again even though this was a dirty way to go about it was fulfilling. Kyle was good at this knowing the exact route to the safe; he had planned this through observing each detail of the joint so now he could find the weapons and run. My job was simple, stay out of the way and get as much cash and booze as possible. Going out with Kyle gave me a rush a surge of adrenalin nothing was better than knowing after this we would go home and get pissed. I paused behind the cash register and dragged it off the table in front of me it landed at me feet with an echoing bang and the small metal tray sprang open. I sat crossed legged by the box taking my time as i counted the crumpled money into the black bag savouring each number as they satisfyingly increased. I could here distant sound Kyle made as he broke into the safe in the background bouncing off the low ceilings and uneven white washed walls. We had stolen about 10000 quid from todays raid alone, it was so stupid of them to leave so much cash lying around i said to my self and silently laughed as i picked myself up and zipped up the bag. This bit was important now; a ritual i was very familiar with. I swept the odd glasses off the bar and they splintered on the polished wood floor as I laid out a cloth. Kyle ran over with two guns balanced in his hands like weights and placing them on the cloth I began to wipe them down. Kyle opened the rucksack already stuffed with cash and I slipped them in on top. The shop was trashed: chairs and tables overturned, the cash register open and empty and the booze cupboard smashed just the way dad liked it; he would be proud. The crunch of the money as the guns pushed them down sound to my like a round of applause. He looked at me expectantly as I slung the bag over my shoulders then with a cheeky grin and Kyle beside me, I padded swiftly like a panther into the night.