Authors Note: Thanks to all that reviewed Chapter 1. Your comments are much
appreciated and they are certainly good motivators.
Again, these guys aren't mine (*sigh*).They belong to CBS.
Voices.
That was all Greg could make out. Voices that were yelling at someone, but he wasn't sure what they were saying. All he knew is that he was now lying on the floor of the bank with glass around him, and three very big men with guns were somewhere in front of him. He turned to his left to see if Nick was OK. Their eyes locked, and Greg started to ask if Nick was hurt. Before the words could come, Nick had put his finger to Greg's lips and given a small, almost imperceptible shake of his head. Greg got the message. Don't talk. Don't draw attention to yourself. Don't give these men any reason to come over here.
Greg heeded his friend's unspoken advice. He didn't speak. Instead, he tried to focus on the voices.
* * *
Nick was also listening to voices, but far more intently than Greg had been.
"What are we going to do now?! The cops are going to be all over this place in a couple of minutes. How the hell are we going to just waltz out of here with all this cash?"
The person sounded panicked. Not a good sign, thought Nick. When criminals began to lose control of the situation was when innocent people got hurt.
"Shut up!" roared a second voice. "Let me think.." The man trailed off, lost in his thoughts for a moment. He paced back and forth in front of the counter a few times, rubbing his temple with his gun. He was agitated and started to glance wildly around the room. His eyes landed on the people who had dropped to the floor when the bullets had taken out the doors. A cruel smile formed on his lips. He started towards them.
Nick felt his stomach drop from underneath them as the man began to walk towards them. The robbers where getting desperate and Nick had a sinking suspicion that he prayed would be wrong.
"What are you doing?! You said we weren't going to hurt anybody!" the first voice echoed through the bank.
The man who was walking towards them paused and let out a short, cold laugh.
"This is a bank right? Well I am just going to take out a little 'insurance policy' to make sure that we get out of here with the goods. Get over here and help me" Nick could feel Greg trembling slightly next to him. The kid was scared no doubt about it. Nick watched as the men walked past the first man, a business-type who was probably in his 50's. They dismissed him as "too old". They glanced at the two women. The first looked like she was in her 20's, and she was pregnant. The robbers dismissed her as "too much hassle". The second woman was in her 40's and had a large cast on her left leg. They decided that it would be too difficult to use her.
Which left Nick and Greg.
Nick glanced at his friend. Greg had that awful deer-caught-in-the- headlights look on his face. The men were quickly approaching. Nick leaned in as close as he could and whispered to Greg.
"Don't say a word. Play along with everything I do. Put those dramatic skills to work".
The men stopped in front of them. Nick took a deep breath. Whatever was going to happen was going to happen now. Nick had an idea. But, he wondered, would it work?
Voices.
That was all Greg could make out. Voices that were yelling at someone, but he wasn't sure what they were saying. All he knew is that he was now lying on the floor of the bank with glass around him, and three very big men with guns were somewhere in front of him. He turned to his left to see if Nick was OK. Their eyes locked, and Greg started to ask if Nick was hurt. Before the words could come, Nick had put his finger to Greg's lips and given a small, almost imperceptible shake of his head. Greg got the message. Don't talk. Don't draw attention to yourself. Don't give these men any reason to come over here.
Greg heeded his friend's unspoken advice. He didn't speak. Instead, he tried to focus on the voices.
* * *
Nick was also listening to voices, but far more intently than Greg had been.
"What are we going to do now?! The cops are going to be all over this place in a couple of minutes. How the hell are we going to just waltz out of here with all this cash?"
The person sounded panicked. Not a good sign, thought Nick. When criminals began to lose control of the situation was when innocent people got hurt.
"Shut up!" roared a second voice. "Let me think.." The man trailed off, lost in his thoughts for a moment. He paced back and forth in front of the counter a few times, rubbing his temple with his gun. He was agitated and started to glance wildly around the room. His eyes landed on the people who had dropped to the floor when the bullets had taken out the doors. A cruel smile formed on his lips. He started towards them.
Nick felt his stomach drop from underneath them as the man began to walk towards them. The robbers where getting desperate and Nick had a sinking suspicion that he prayed would be wrong.
"What are you doing?! You said we weren't going to hurt anybody!" the first voice echoed through the bank.
The man who was walking towards them paused and let out a short, cold laugh.
"This is a bank right? Well I am just going to take out a little 'insurance policy' to make sure that we get out of here with the goods. Get over here and help me" Nick could feel Greg trembling slightly next to him. The kid was scared no doubt about it. Nick watched as the men walked past the first man, a business-type who was probably in his 50's. They dismissed him as "too old". They glanced at the two women. The first looked like she was in her 20's, and she was pregnant. The robbers dismissed her as "too much hassle". The second woman was in her 40's and had a large cast on her left leg. They decided that it would be too difficult to use her.
Which left Nick and Greg.
Nick glanced at his friend. Greg had that awful deer-caught-in-the- headlights look on his face. The men were quickly approaching. Nick leaned in as close as he could and whispered to Greg.
"Don't say a word. Play along with everything I do. Put those dramatic skills to work".
The men stopped in front of them. Nick took a deep breath. Whatever was going to happen was going to happen now. Nick had an idea. But, he wondered, would it work?