Chapter 2: Escaping the Police

The situation was under control. We got the money. The people at the bank were terrified, and afraid that they would die soon. I couldn't kill them. I'm not a person who would do so. I suddenly started to think about Sally, until Robert said:

"Let's go! The cops might know about this!"

We left the bank, running. Just after when I got the engine running, we heard the alarm ringing.

"Fucking assholes! GO! NOW!" Frank shouted.

I noticed that the car didn't move... it was a trap. Someone knew that we were coming.

"SHIT! THIS IS A TRAP! WE NEED TO HIDE!!" I shouted.

We ran to the backside of a restaurant to be hidden from the cops for a moment. We waited 'till they would come.

"Get ready..." I said, taking out my shotgun.

We heard the police cars coming. The sirens kept ringing in my ear. They came closer, and closer, and closer. We stayed calm and silent. They were too close now. My heart started to pump six times harder than before.

"Fire!" Robert yelled, firing four shots at a police car's tire.

There were five police cars. One car got hit, and its tires were full of holes. I aimed at a driver. I shot at him.

"ONE DOWN, NINE LEFT!" I yelled.

The cops came out of the cars, taking their guns with them.

"There's too many! We gotta run!" I told.

We ran down the streets, chased by the police. We had to find a place where to hide. I noticed that there was the Italian gangster bar just ahead. We ran there. The cops followed. The policemen tried to shoot at us, but they missed. We were very close to the bar. Only two streets left to get there.

"Hope your plan works! If it doesn't, God help us!" Robert said.

We ran faster. Only one street left. I gave my shotgun to Frank. He shot at two policemen. There were still some cops left. Soon, we arrived at the bar. We chose not to go inside. Only a gangster from another gang with a death wish would go inside there. Me, Frank, and Robert ran to the backside of the bar. I saw some gangsters coming outside.

"Excuse me, sir, but we can't allow you to go inside or to the backside of our bar." An Italian gangster said to a cop, with an Italian accent.

"Outta my way, asshole!" The cop replied, pushing the gangster aside.

"Shoot them!" The gangster shouted, shooting at the policemen.

The cops got killed. My plan worked. We had the money, and we were already at our own bar. Frank said this to me:

"Thanks for saving us, Mike."

"No problem," I replied, smiling.

"Yeah, thanks. We would be dead by now if you weren't there. Thanks again." Robert said.