Chapter Two
Cover Girl and Beach Head sat on a padded bench in the lobby of the bank as two masked men held 9mm pistols to them. The robbers had searched them thoroughly and stripped them of guns, knives, holsters, belts and Beach's armored vest, throwing them in a pile in the corner, out of reach. They had then questioned the two until satisfied that the swat team was not waiting just outside the door for them. The man in the suit had to be a bank manager, either abducted or surprised here as he worked late. The robbers had handcuffed his hands in front of him and snarled orders at him as he worked combinations and pointed out drawers. The head thug filled a bag with loot.
"You're not going to get away with this." Beach Head remarked to the two guarding the Joes.
"Shut up." one of the thugs growled.
"Make me." Beach growled back.
"Beach!" Courtney sighed. "Please?"
"Hey! Both of you shut up!" the head thug hissed from behind the teller counter. He motioned to one of the other thugs. "Get over here and fill this bag!"
The man moved away and the two Joes looked at the remaining man. He glared back and Beach chuckled. Courtney glanced at him. He jerked his head slightly and smiled. She sighed and looked back at the man...just as Beach jumped out of his seat and lunged towards the thug.
The thug yelled and twisted out of the way as one of the others came running over and knocked the soldier to the ground. Courtney started out of her seat and the guy leveled his gun in her face. She sank back down The first man kicked Beach Head, and they dragged him up and sat him back on the bench next to an incredibly surprised Cover Girl.
"Try that again...and I'll blow your head off." one of the men menaced. Beach Head glared at him, but said nothing, holding his side where the man had kicked him. The men backed a safe distance away and held the guns to them from there.
"What the hell did you do that for?" Courtney exclaimed in a harsh whisper.
"Good job, Cover Girl...you were supposed to distract him while I jumped him and took his gun." Beach hissed back.
"What? When did we decide this?"
"I gave you a signal!"
"What signal?"
"I nodded my head at you!"
She stared, disbelieving, at him. "This," she mimicked the head twitch he had done, "means I was supposed to somehow instantaneously distract the guy while you pummeled him?"
Their voices were gradually rising above a whisper as they argued. He shook his head at her. "Flint or Snake Eyes would have understood me."
"Ok...Look Einstein...number one; Snake Eyes would have all three of these yahoos down and out for the count by now, and number 2...there is NO one who understands anything about you without either ESP or some sort of powerful hallucinogenic drug in their system."
"Oh really!" he growled back angrily.
"And furthermore..."
"WILL YOU TWO SHUT...UP!" the head thug roared at them from across the lobby. They both jumped and looked up at the man. "I SWEAR TO GOD..." the thug swore with long suffering venom.
"You!" he stated, motioning at the bank manager with his gun. "You're coming with us! If we get away clean, we'll leave you in a parking lot somewhere."
He picked up one of the money bags and hefted it over his shoulder. "And you two!" he looked at the two Joes then he looked around. "Put them in the vault. That'll keep them quiet till morning."
The two 'lackey' thugs began waving for Beach and Cover Girl to stand up.
"Whoa...wait guys! No need to lock us in the vault! We'll just wait here quietly until you're gone, ok?" Courtney tried to play the claustrophobic woman. "I hate small places!"
The head thug only smirked. He threw a pair of handcuffs to one of the lackeys. "Cuff her to Rambo here...maybe they'll kill each other!"
The lackey handed his gun to the other and walked to the Joes. He picked up Courtney's left hand and put the cuff around it. Then he grabbed Beach's right wrist and put the other cuff on him.
"Now...put them in the vault."
They were herded over to the vault and shoved inside. There was a dim light from above illuminating the impregnable room.
"The vice president will be here at six a.m." the bank manager tried to reassure them. "He'll open the vault right away!"
One of the thugs shoved him away and towards the door.
"Have fun kids!" the head thug snickered as he showed them the cuff key and tucked it neatly into his coat pocket. Then they shoved the vault door closed. The light remained on and Cover Girl and Beach looked at each other.
Oh my god, thought Courtney. I'm locked in a vault until tomorrow morning...and I'm handcuffed to Beach Head!
Continued.......
Cover Girl and Beach Head sat on a padded bench in the lobby of the bank as two masked men held 9mm pistols to them. The robbers had searched them thoroughly and stripped them of guns, knives, holsters, belts and Beach's armored vest, throwing them in a pile in the corner, out of reach. They had then questioned the two until satisfied that the swat team was not waiting just outside the door for them. The man in the suit had to be a bank manager, either abducted or surprised here as he worked late. The robbers had handcuffed his hands in front of him and snarled orders at him as he worked combinations and pointed out drawers. The head thug filled a bag with loot.
"You're not going to get away with this." Beach Head remarked to the two guarding the Joes.
"Shut up." one of the thugs growled.
"Make me." Beach growled back.
"Beach!" Courtney sighed. "Please?"
"Hey! Both of you shut up!" the head thug hissed from behind the teller counter. He motioned to one of the other thugs. "Get over here and fill this bag!"
The man moved away and the two Joes looked at the remaining man. He glared back and Beach chuckled. Courtney glanced at him. He jerked his head slightly and smiled. She sighed and looked back at the man...just as Beach jumped out of his seat and lunged towards the thug.
The thug yelled and twisted out of the way as one of the others came running over and knocked the soldier to the ground. Courtney started out of her seat and the guy leveled his gun in her face. She sank back down The first man kicked Beach Head, and they dragged him up and sat him back on the bench next to an incredibly surprised Cover Girl.
"Try that again...and I'll blow your head off." one of the men menaced. Beach Head glared at him, but said nothing, holding his side where the man had kicked him. The men backed a safe distance away and held the guns to them from there.
"What the hell did you do that for?" Courtney exclaimed in a harsh whisper.
"Good job, Cover Girl...you were supposed to distract him while I jumped him and took his gun." Beach hissed back.
"What? When did we decide this?"
"I gave you a signal!"
"What signal?"
"I nodded my head at you!"
She stared, disbelieving, at him. "This," she mimicked the head twitch he had done, "means I was supposed to somehow instantaneously distract the guy while you pummeled him?"
Their voices were gradually rising above a whisper as they argued. He shook his head at her. "Flint or Snake Eyes would have understood me."
"Ok...Look Einstein...number one; Snake Eyes would have all three of these yahoos down and out for the count by now, and number 2...there is NO one who understands anything about you without either ESP or some sort of powerful hallucinogenic drug in their system."
"Oh really!" he growled back angrily.
"And furthermore..."
"WILL YOU TWO SHUT...UP!" the head thug roared at them from across the lobby. They both jumped and looked up at the man. "I SWEAR TO GOD..." the thug swore with long suffering venom.
"You!" he stated, motioning at the bank manager with his gun. "You're coming with us! If we get away clean, we'll leave you in a parking lot somewhere."
He picked up one of the money bags and hefted it over his shoulder. "And you two!" he looked at the two Joes then he looked around. "Put them in the vault. That'll keep them quiet till morning."
The two 'lackey' thugs began waving for Beach and Cover Girl to stand up.
"Whoa...wait guys! No need to lock us in the vault! We'll just wait here quietly until you're gone, ok?" Courtney tried to play the claustrophobic woman. "I hate small places!"
The head thug only smirked. He threw a pair of handcuffs to one of the lackeys. "Cuff her to Rambo here...maybe they'll kill each other!"
The lackey handed his gun to the other and walked to the Joes. He picked up Courtney's left hand and put the cuff around it. Then he grabbed Beach's right wrist and put the other cuff on him.
"Now...put them in the vault."
They were herded over to the vault and shoved inside. There was a dim light from above illuminating the impregnable room.
"The vice president will be here at six a.m." the bank manager tried to reassure them. "He'll open the vault right away!"
One of the thugs shoved him away and towards the door.
"Have fun kids!" the head thug snickered as he showed them the cuff key and tucked it neatly into his coat pocket. Then they shoved the vault door closed. The light remained on and Cover Girl and Beach looked at each other.
Oh my god, thought Courtney. I'm locked in a vault until tomorrow morning...and I'm handcuffed to Beach Head!
Continued.......