Chapter 2: He said it was safe!

In Kyle's POV

"Yo, aiyyo I smoke weed from housin pa, phillies is hot one
Niggaz betta stop dunn, or catch a hot one"

What a day, sun is shining quite bright. I just hope my new recruit isn't going to fuck it up. Yeah Nommel, I fucking love you, but it's a shame you're going down.

"I'm like the top gun, Mohawk shit
Rock my hat back, as long you don't fuck with onyx"

Who the hell am I working with? Kenny said that he had been in the fam around the same time as him.

"Then you safe in Iraq, I like to dubba
All of my niggaz, we tear the cover up"

But… I had never seen him before. Maybe he was just really quiet… Or he had spent time…

"From Iraq to bal-ti-more
We do a song keep the shit fuckin ghetto like a hood see-saw"

Where the fuck is he? Kenny said we'd meet up outside the bank at half 8…

In Kenny's POV

The wind ruffled my hair slightly, I knew I should have put the top down. Oh well, I'm here now, and I've got a swelling warmth in my stomach. This wasn't right, but I knew that I had gotten in too deep now anyway.

"Kenny! You're here… finally," Said the figure. We met here every few weeks, and he said the same thing each time. He never exactly said to meet at a specific time, just early in the morning at his brother's café on the first Thursday every month. "Come on in" He said. Officer Barbrady… he might have been considered an idiot by most, but I had a lot of respect for this guy. Just when I wanted out, he was there. As if he could read my mind or something. If you want out of Don Nommel's fam, you need to either be made, or killed… And I didn't want to take the second way out.

We walked into the small café, and took seats facing each other at a table nestled into the furthest corner, away from most people. "You want anything Ken?"

"Sure… get me a coffee Barbrady…" I said quietly, his thick bushy eyebrows risen up as I said this, and I knew what he was going to say next.

"You'll have to pay for it yourself Ken…" Regular… as fucking… clockwork. I obliged though, inviting the waitress over and ordering both breakfasts and paying for both. Barbrady wasn't exactly rich. I must have made 5x more than him and he's been working the force for nearly 25 years. "So… what do you know Ken?" He said quietly. I looked around to make sure no one was close. Half eight… Kyle should be meeting with Stan any minute.

"Nommel's moving a load of merchandise through the west. He's cutting a deal with someone in Starks pond, but I'm not too sure when," I noticed Barbrady's sigh, he didn't want to be here any more than me. "It's around night, between 11… 3? But I'm not sure which night"

"Ok, I'm on it, try and find out more for me though Ken"

"I will," It was the same thing each month, Barbrady saying he'll "Be on it" He sometimes was, he was so close to putting Clyde away. But a well-placed bribe to a stupid Juror was enough to give Clyde his freedom. "One thing Barbrady…" He smiled as the waitress put two plates of 'Full English' in front of us. "You sure there's gonna be no patrolling boys near the Southside bank all day?"

Barbrady took a sip of the tea that the waitress had set down just then. A wide grin spread across his slightly wrinkled face. "Yeah, I've made sure no-one will get in your team's way, but when the hell will we be able to get Nomm-" I had to interrupt him here, I was sick of telling him.

"Listen Barbrady… I've told you enough times," I took a sip of my coffee. "I need money to get me and Kyle out of this town. The only way is by doing these robberies. For each robbery we make, the closer we get to leaving. And without me and Kyle making Craig his money, he can't pay his hit-squad-"

"And with no Hit-squad, there's no protection"

"And that… is when you make your move. You have Nommel behind bars, and me and Kyle are sitting on a beach in the Caribbean… millionaires…"

"But isn't Nommel onto you?" He said, I forgot about this, but laughed when I noticed he looked worried.

"Yeah he is, but the idiot actually asked Kyle to kill me for half a million. Fucking idiot… so what we're going to do is on our last hit… Kyle's going to say he's killed me, while we both stick that bank. Kyle will have half a mil wired to his account, we'll take like 3 million form that bank, and we're set, we leave, Craig will have no one to bring in the green, and then his Hit-squad will disperse. Leaving him an easy target" Barbrady shovelled the last of his bacon into his mouth, and stood up.

"You're a smart person Kenny. I'm sure that we'll have Craig Nommel by the end of the month now…" I stood up and shaked his hand, throwing $18 on the small diner bar to pay for the 2 breakfasts. It was nearly 9, and still no call from Kyle, what the hell is going on? I jumped into the car and began dialling off the car-phone, hoping that nothing had happened to him.

"Hello" That feeling of relief was beginning to rush through me. Kyle was ok at least.

"Kyle, what the hell is going on? You still haven't phoned me…"

"I know, I still haven't met with Stan, he's taking his sweet fucking time… I thought you know him"

"I do," I turned and noticed Barbrady was driving off in his Chrysler "And I didn't tell him about what we're doing, so don't kill him"

"Ok boss, what did Barbrady say?"

"Just that we're two smart motherfuckers, and there's gonna be no problems at the bank"

"Sweet," Came the reply form the receiver "Well once we leave this town with more money than we dreamed of, then we can laugh at Craig's ass as he sits behind bars, but right now… I'm hanging up, I hate long phone bills, so I'll see you tonight", Kyle said before hanging up… shit… what the hell was Stan doing?

In Stan's POV

Shit I was so late, I looked down at my watch as I turned into the car park facing the bank where I was supposed to meet Kyle 'The Bull' Broflovski. I inserted a clip into the Glock Kenny had given me yesterday and pulled back the slide, I hoped I didn't need to use this, but I knew that robberies usually result in gunshots. I jumped out the car and as expected, there he was, talking down the phone with his back turned to me, he didn't know I was here.

"Sweet… Well once we leave this town with more money than we dreamed of, then we can laugh at Craig's ass as he sits behind bars, but right now… I'm hanging up, I hate long phone bills, so I'll see you tonight," He put the cell phone down and threw it through his car window, it bounced off the seat and fell under it. "Shit! Fucking phone!" He turned around and spotted me. "Who the fuck are you… no wait, you're Stan aren't you?" He highered the volume of his stereo.

"Or subtract you like dudes in math do
I'm always moving past you even when I use the bathroom"

"Wait… what the fuck did you hear?" He said, pulling out a fucking cannon of a gun from his jacket. "How long have you been standing there?"

You know that feeling you get when someone throws a bucket of water in your face? That is what exactly what happens when someone your working with whips out a Desert Eagle 5.0 and points it at your face, except replace the water with panic.

"W- what?"

"How long was you there? What did you hear from that fucking conversation!"

"Nothing! Shit get that fucking heater out of my face" He did, letting it drop slowly, he tucked it back under his jacket. Turning, he and pulled out a bag and two balaclavas, throwing one to me.

"Ok, Kenny might have briefed you yesterday, but here goes… were hitting the bank, you're going to stick up the workers while I handle the crowd. Ask for the manager, he's a complete fag so just point your piece in his face and he'll take you to the back, where he has around half a million in bills. Fill this bag then we leave. Quite simple," He pulled his balaclava over his face, I then followed suit. "Token's waiting down the street ready to pick us up, just follow me, and try and keep up." I nodded, my hand was shaking slightly now, but Kyle seemed almost bored at the prospect of handling a bank full of people.

"I'm crazy, runnin up in def jam with a handgun
Fuck a royalty I'm a hold Russell for ran-"

Kyle pulled the keys from his car and winded the window up. He locked it and threw the keys to me. "Keep hold of these" Nodding, I pushed them into my pocket and began following him. We ran across the street towards the bank, almost getting run over by a bus on the way. The driver almost jumped out ready to yell at us. But seeing Kyle's piece, I think he shit himself, well it looked it from my view.

We walked in quietly, we stood out quite substantially in all black grasping guns. "ok Stan," He whispered, a few people had noticed us. "Let's do this, don't fuck up! We only have 2 minutes tops" He then pulled out a second Desert and aimed both at one of the workers. "Put your fucking hands up! Get the manager down!" I followed suit, I pointed the glock at the woman who was phoning the manager upstairs. "You, get there, and keep your fucking hands up!" I turned around and noticed that Kyle had ordered all 7 people in the bank against the wall.

"Where the fuck is he?" I screamed at the woman, she dropped the receiver and a tear fell from her eye, I felt like such a prick.

"He's… he's on his way!" She said, putting her hands on the desk. "Please don't shoot!" I turned back towards Kyle who was pointing his War birds at the line of hostages.

"What the hell is this?" The manager stepped through the door. I grabbed his collar and pushed him towards the wall.

"Take me in the back! Or I'll fucking blow you away!" The adrenalin was coursing through my body, making me feel unstoppable. Fuck fear, it's for rookies. He crumbled mentally under pressure and opened the door again with a swipe of his key card.

With my piece sticking into the small of his back, the manager opened the safe and then fainted after I joked that "I'm gonna kill you now you piece of shit!" I filled the bag with all the money I could, but there was still a few wads left. I shoved them in my pockets (Hey, I need some money, I could fix up my office hehe…) Picking up the now full backpack, I walked back towards Kyle and whispered in his ear. "Come on, let's go…"

"You got the money?" He said, turning round, I couldn't see his face, but I could have sworn that he was grinning. We turned and made for the door and was just footsteps away from an easy escape when a there was a loud gunshot, followed by Kyle landing on his back after being 'up-ended' by the bullet clipping his ankle.

"Shit!" I jumped towards a huge machine to my left, hearing the glass door shatter the second after I did. Kyle rolled over towards the other side of the door, using a small counter as cover.

"A fucking Narc! I'm gonna kill Kenny, he said it was fucking clear waters!" He looked at his ankle, which was bleeding quite bad. "Aww shit! I'm fucked now. Stan… fucking go! I'll cover you. Token's down the-"

"Fuck you Kyle, I'm not leaving you behind now…" I looked down and noticed that one of Kyle's Deserts had landed right next to me. I picked it up and fired a shot towards the undercover cop, then felt a sharp pain in my fingers as the weight of the gun pulled my hand to the floor, crushing my middle finger. "Shit!" I got back behind cover as 2 shots shattered the window behind me.

"Fuck this!" Kyle shouted, he took up his other Gun and blasted in the Narc's direction. I looked over the small ATM machine I was hiding behind and seen the Narc slide down the wall, gun dropping to the floor. Kyle jumped up and limped towards him slowly.

"Kyle what are you doing?" I said, we were clear now. So what the hell was he doing?

"Fucking piece of shit cop" He said in a shaky voice, he leaned on the wall, so he was right on top of the Narc now. He lifted up the Desert slowly and aimed it at the cop's face.

"Kyle don't!" I shouted, but he ignored me and squeezed, I turned away, but an absence of a gunshot made me laugh slightly.

"You… lucky… bastard…" Kyle said turning away. He tucked his gun back under his jacket and limped towards me. "What the fuck are you waiting for? Come on" he said pushing the door open.

We began jogging down the street (Well, I was carrying Kyle) until we made it to the pick up place. Kyle sat down next to a dumpster and took his shoe off, and pulling his sock past his ankle, revealing a slight graze.

"What the fuck… it only grazed you," I said. He looked up at me and snarled "No… I mean it only grazed you, but you fucking landed on your back, what the hell did he have?"

"I don't know… shit!" He yelped in pain then bit his tounge as he tried to pull his sock back over his ankle. "Where the fuck is Token?" He said, I could hear a police helicopter in the distance, but wasn't sure if it was for us. Had the Narc called for back up? I fucking hope not.

We waited another minute until Token screeched up in a black BMW, the windows were tinted and we only realised it was him when he stuck his head out of the window.

"Holy shit what happened to Kyle?"

"What do you think? He was shot…" I said, picking him up.

"Get in the car you two, the place is crawling with cops"

Although I had just robbed a bank, my partner had been shot and we were so close to being arrested, all I could think about as I pulled my balaclava off and showed Kyle & Token my first heist, was how much of an asshole Token was…