Red sat waiting in the van, adrenaline, his dearest friend coursing through
his veins.
Oh motherfucker, though Red, fuckin this shit's gonna be great. He watched as White slowly exited the van and walked into the bank. Fuck! Fuck! Fuckin I hate that motherfucker, thought Red. He's just such a fuckin prick! Look at him walk on up to that teller. Fuckin he thinks that just because it's a lady, that she's gonna fuck him, Red's mind raced. Fuckin he should be glad he's workin with me, fuckin I'm the King Kong FuckMaster, thought Red.
White carried on a quick conversation with the teller, but the bank's glass walls made it impossible for Red to hear what White was saying.
"Fuckin what's takin him so long?" Demanded Red.
"Patience," Black urged.
"Wait, there it is, that was it, right, that was the sign, right?" Exclaimed Green as White slammed his fist on the teller's counter.
"Let's go." Said Black.
The three men burst out of the van, each carrying a pistol. They charged into the bank, knocking down a few women as they entered.
"Yippy aye kay yei motherfuckers!" Red screamed. "All of you dirty fuckers get the fuck on the ground. And as for you bastards, I have no fucking problem with downsizing your fuckin faces," Yelled Red as he motioned for the security guards to lay down on the ground.
Green quickly hopped over the teller's counter and made his way to the back of the bank, where the manager's office was located.
White took his time, opening a small, saloon gate fixed to the teller's counter.
"After you," White said as he motioned for Black to proceed into the bank.
"Thanks," said Black dryly.
"Looks like you fuckers get the pleasure of hanging out with me for a little bit, ain't that fuckin cool?" Said Red maniacally, now the only robber in the bank lobby.
One of the security guards slowly moved his hand towards his gun belt, trying to act stealthily.
"Fuckin is your name John Wayne?" Yelled Red to the security guard.
"No," he replied.
"Ding ding ding, your fuckin right it's not," yelled Red as he leveled his Magnum at the guard, and shot him square in the chest.
"Anymore fuckin heros?"
"Red, what the hell was that?" Yelled White from the vault enterance.
"Nothing, just keeping this fuckers in line," Red yelled back.
"Well fuckin stop shooting them!"
"What?" Red yelled back as he nonchalantly shot one more security guard point blank in the head. "I must have misheard you, did you say, 'kill those fuckers?' Cause I can sure as hell do that, right fucker?" Red aimed his gun at an old man and squeezed off another round.
"Fuck man!" White screamed, "What the fuck did I just tell you? And where the fuck is Green, this is taking a helluva lot longer than he said!"
Just then, the sound of the vault clicking open filled the bank.
"Sorry about that," Green's voice rang out, "took a little longer than expected."
"Grab it Black!" Yelled White. "Good, let's get the hell out of here."
Red turned away from the people, looking to the back of the bank.
"Fuckin you got it?"
"Yeah," Black replied calmly as he passed through the saloon gate, briefcase in hand.
"Let's roll," said White, trailing behind Black.
"Jesus man, there's fuckin blood everywhere, what did you do?" Asked Green as he appeared, entering the bank's lobby.
"Just took care of business," Red replied.
A young blonde next to one of the fallen security guards saw her chance. With the manic in the red suit distracted, maybe she could take one of them out. Maybe she could save the day. She quickly reached for the guard's gun, removing it from its holster. She raised it quickly, firing off one quick shot at the man in the green suit.
BANG
The bullet connected with Green's stomach, tearing through his skin, lodging itself in his small intestines. His stomach bile began to leak out, slowly poisoning the rest of his body.
"Fuck!" Yelled White as he quickly put four rounds into the woman's chest. "Fuck you Red! I thought you fuckin had this shit under control!"
"How the fuck was I supposed to know she had a gun?" Red retorted.
"Oh shit man, oh shit, oh fuck. Fuckin I'm bleeding man, fuck! She fucking shot me, fuck! Fuckin my plan, fuck! I'm fucked, we're all fucked!" Cried Green as he clutched his gut-wound.
"It doesn't matter now, take him with us if you want, we need to leave," said Black calmly.
White reached down, picking up the smaller Green and putting him over his shoulder.
"Let me fuckin help you," said Red.
"You've fuckin helped enough, I got him," said White.
The men scurried out to the van, Black climbed into the driver's seat, Red entered the passenger's side, while White put Green into the back and jumped in with him.
"Go! Go! Go!" Yelled White.
Black peeled out, heading straight for the safehouse, hoping that there were no cops in the area
Oh motherfucker, though Red, fuckin this shit's gonna be great. He watched as White slowly exited the van and walked into the bank. Fuck! Fuck! Fuckin I hate that motherfucker, thought Red. He's just such a fuckin prick! Look at him walk on up to that teller. Fuckin he thinks that just because it's a lady, that she's gonna fuck him, Red's mind raced. Fuckin he should be glad he's workin with me, fuckin I'm the King Kong FuckMaster, thought Red.
White carried on a quick conversation with the teller, but the bank's glass walls made it impossible for Red to hear what White was saying.
"Fuckin what's takin him so long?" Demanded Red.
"Patience," Black urged.
"Wait, there it is, that was it, right, that was the sign, right?" Exclaimed Green as White slammed his fist on the teller's counter.
"Let's go." Said Black.
The three men burst out of the van, each carrying a pistol. They charged into the bank, knocking down a few women as they entered.
"Yippy aye kay yei motherfuckers!" Red screamed. "All of you dirty fuckers get the fuck on the ground. And as for you bastards, I have no fucking problem with downsizing your fuckin faces," Yelled Red as he motioned for the security guards to lay down on the ground.
Green quickly hopped over the teller's counter and made his way to the back of the bank, where the manager's office was located.
White took his time, opening a small, saloon gate fixed to the teller's counter.
"After you," White said as he motioned for Black to proceed into the bank.
"Thanks," said Black dryly.
"Looks like you fuckers get the pleasure of hanging out with me for a little bit, ain't that fuckin cool?" Said Red maniacally, now the only robber in the bank lobby.
One of the security guards slowly moved his hand towards his gun belt, trying to act stealthily.
"Fuckin is your name John Wayne?" Yelled Red to the security guard.
"No," he replied.
"Ding ding ding, your fuckin right it's not," yelled Red as he leveled his Magnum at the guard, and shot him square in the chest.
"Anymore fuckin heros?"
"Red, what the hell was that?" Yelled White from the vault enterance.
"Nothing, just keeping this fuckers in line," Red yelled back.
"Well fuckin stop shooting them!"
"What?" Red yelled back as he nonchalantly shot one more security guard point blank in the head. "I must have misheard you, did you say, 'kill those fuckers?' Cause I can sure as hell do that, right fucker?" Red aimed his gun at an old man and squeezed off another round.
"Fuck man!" White screamed, "What the fuck did I just tell you? And where the fuck is Green, this is taking a helluva lot longer than he said!"
Just then, the sound of the vault clicking open filled the bank.
"Sorry about that," Green's voice rang out, "took a little longer than expected."
"Grab it Black!" Yelled White. "Good, let's get the hell out of here."
Red turned away from the people, looking to the back of the bank.
"Fuckin you got it?"
"Yeah," Black replied calmly as he passed through the saloon gate, briefcase in hand.
"Let's roll," said White, trailing behind Black.
"Jesus man, there's fuckin blood everywhere, what did you do?" Asked Green as he appeared, entering the bank's lobby.
"Just took care of business," Red replied.
A young blonde next to one of the fallen security guards saw her chance. With the manic in the red suit distracted, maybe she could take one of them out. Maybe she could save the day. She quickly reached for the guard's gun, removing it from its holster. She raised it quickly, firing off one quick shot at the man in the green suit.
BANG
The bullet connected with Green's stomach, tearing through his skin, lodging itself in his small intestines. His stomach bile began to leak out, slowly poisoning the rest of his body.
"Fuck!" Yelled White as he quickly put four rounds into the woman's chest. "Fuck you Red! I thought you fuckin had this shit under control!"
"How the fuck was I supposed to know she had a gun?" Red retorted.
"Oh shit man, oh shit, oh fuck. Fuckin I'm bleeding man, fuck! She fucking shot me, fuck! Fuckin my plan, fuck! I'm fucked, we're all fucked!" Cried Green as he clutched his gut-wound.
"It doesn't matter now, take him with us if you want, we need to leave," said Black calmly.
White reached down, picking up the smaller Green and putting him over his shoulder.
"Let me fuckin help you," said Red.
"You've fuckin helped enough, I got him," said White.
The men scurried out to the van, Black climbed into the driver's seat, Red entered the passenger's side, while White put Green into the back and jumped in with him.
"Go! Go! Go!" Yelled White.
Black peeled out, heading straight for the safehouse, hoping that there were no cops in the area