Boston—12:00
Seven men were waiting for a van to show up. These men were going to rob a bank. They wore hockey masks over their faces and carried guns with them. A black van then rolled up on the sidewalk. The door slid open as the seven men jumped side.
" You'd think being the leader of this group she'd show up. Some leader she is." A man wearing a clown mask closed the sliding door. The van drove away from the sidewalk towards the bank. . " If she thinks we're splitting the cash with her she has another thing coming to her."
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Two men pretending to be maintenance workers were climbing a ladder to the roof of a bank. One of the men had brown hair while the other was taller, wore a navy blue suit inside of the yellow one, and had orange hair mixed in with his brown hair.
" So why does she call herself Death Bitch?"
" She wanted to call herself Night Bitch but someone already used that name." The man stopped his brown hair friend. He pretended to hold a hockey stick. With one flick of his hand he hit the dirt. " You know. Comic books. Do you see the vents?"
" Yep. Right there." The brown haired man saw a long pipe sticking out of the roof. He pulled a gas grenade from his suit. The brown haired man twirled his arm around about to throw the grenade through the vent. " Time to put every one of them to sleep."
" Be careful." The man in the blue suit stopped the man before he could throw his grenade. " You only have five of those gas grenades. Grenades are expensive. More expensive than you."
" Yeah, yeah I already know that."
The orange haired man pulled his arm away from the brown haired man. The brown haired man twirled his arm around once again. This time he threw the grenade through the pipe. With the grenade travelling through the pipe the man made a V sign with his fingers; V as in Victory.
" The creeper's are asleep."
" Great job." The orange haired man pat the brown hair man's shoulder with his left hand. He stuck his right hand into his suit. " You should deserve an extra portion of the cut, rookie. But then how much would be left for me?"
The orange haired man pulled out a nail gun. He fired three nails in the back of his skull. The brown haired man died the moment the gun went through him. The orange haired man caught his body when he fell back, but dropped him. The orange haired man had to think of a way to dispose of him.
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The inside of a jewellery store was filled with smoke. The smoke had one of the strongest neurotoxins in the world. It wouldn't take more than five minutes for the poison to reach their brains and suffocate them. Employees, customers, everyone in the store started passing out.
Three figures wearing masks entered the store. One was wearing a zombie mask, another was wearing a Ghostface mask, and the third one was wearing a clown mask. Under those masks were oxygen masks and strapped to their backs were oxygen tanks. They were unaffected by the poisonous gas.
" Just take a good look," the man wearing the clown mouth said. He walked to the counter and poked his fingers at the glass. The cashier at the time was coughing because of the gas. " Excuse me, miss. Do you have a key for this case? I'm looking for something nice for my sweet'em. No, there's no need to call for help." The man reached in, poked his hands through the cashier's pockets, and took her keys. He reached into his belt for his Ingram MAC-11. He pulled the Ingram MAC-11 out and shot the casher in her head. " I'll just take it myself."
The man with the clown mask opened the case. He grabbed everything he could get his hands on. That included diamond necklaces, tiara's, rings, and even small glass statue's. His friend the zombie was shooting everyone with his M945 Combat Pistol. His other friend, the Ghostface, was waiting outside waiting for sirens.
" Ha!" The zombie faced man shouted. " There's got to be at least thirty million dollars' worth of jewels here!" The clown faced man fired through a wooden door. He reached his hand through the hole and turned the door. When he opened the door he saw an office with a giant safe. " And look. Some idiot put a safe in the back! What do they think this is? A bank?"
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Two officers were following the call from an inside source. One of the people robbing the back was really an informant. They pulled their squad cars up and ran towards the building. However, before they could get to the building a sniper fired a bullet in an officer's left temple and neck.
Sitting on a building were two people. One was young, Caucasian, looked like a high school girl, and was pointing a M40 Sniper Rifle at a police officer; she looked at him through a scope. Her hair was dark blue and she wore a pink headband accentuating her hair. Her eyes were black and oval shaped. She wore a white uniform, a brown skirt, and long black socks over her legs. The other was Caucasian, wore a brown suit with brown pants, and had short black hair. He was also was Italian with a small mustache under his nose.
" There is nothing more sexy, more arousing than a beautiful woman with a big gun."
" You're such a romantic." The high school girl aimed her nozzle at the other police officer's head and fired!