A/N: Another wonderful chapter by the wonderful me. Hope you like this one, Chapter 12 should be here before I'm on vacation. Enjoy!
Chapter 11
On the busy streets of Chicago, heavy traffic filled the streets while masses of people bustled along the sidewalks. Despite the wind and drizzle, the civilians crowded the downtown district. Two people in particular, mixed in with the crowd, strode down East Adams Street near the Bank of America. Nobody would have thought they were determined criminals, wanted by FBI. The couple walked side by side for a moment until they were a few feet away from the bank's entrance. They both separated, the woman walked through the doors while the man headed down a side alley. The security cameras were watching them of course, but nobody raised an alarm of suspicion. The woman joined the queue that was formed at the counter. As she waited patiently, she knew how the next moment would turn into chaos. Minutes passed and she finally was in front of the counter. Right on time, her companion opened the staff door on the other side of the counter, dressed in the uniform of a the bank employee. Perfect.
That was when both Cheyenne and Casper Wyoming produced their handguns.
"EVERYONE DROP TO THE FLOOR!" Cheyenne yelled out as she waved the gun around the bank. She then ordered for everyone's phones to be given to her.
Everyone in the bank did so. Meanwhile, Casper was tearing the cashiers open and grabbing handfuls of cash and shoving them into a sack. At this point, security guards would have been on to them both in a matter of seconds but Casper had dealt with all of them earlier. Once the cashiers were emptied, Cheyenne broke her way behind the counter and both siblings hurried through the staff doors, up a flight of stairs and toward a row of offices. They easily found the manager's office and they both crashed through the door. The manager looked up from his computer, startled at their sudden presence.
"You-you want money?" He stuttered, raising his arms on sight of the guns.
"All of it." Casper said with a firm tone.
"I...I can't do that."
The blonde twins exchanged a smug look. Cheyenne gave a small nod and Casper fired the gun at the manager. The manager screamed as the bullet embedded itself into his left arm at a powerful force. He clutched his wounded arm, crying out in pain.
Casper stepped forward. "Where is the money? Tell us or the next shot will be more fatal."
The manager whimpered and pressed a button on his desk. A large painting behind him moved to the side to reveal the vault. He turned and unlocked the combination code with shaky hands. The vault swung open. Wads of cash and bars of gold gleamed inside the safe. Casper advanced forward and began grabbing handfuls of it, while Cheyenne kept her gun trained on the manager.
"Don't try anything either." She warned.
They realized that time was something they were up against. The police could be closing in on them at any moment. After an agonizing two minutes, Casper had gathered all the wealth stored in the safe.
"Let's gap it." Casper said, swinging the sack over his shoulder.
The manager spluttered, "Are you just going to leave me here!?"
Cheyenne spoke. "You're right."
Then she promptly shot him in the chest. He cried out and fell harmlessly to the ground, dead. Cheyenne and Casper turned and ran out of the office and made their way to the back exit. No one was there to stop them. Until they stepped onto the side street.
"POLICE! STOP WHERE YOU ARE!" A voice shouted to their right.
The Wyomings ran faster toward their getaway vehicle. Pounding footsteps could be heard, following their path. A white van was parked only feet away. The back doors immediately flew open. Both Casper and Cheyenne jumped inside, as the police came closer. The doors closed. With a squeal of the tires, the van drove away.
The Wyoming twins breathed in relief. Another successful getaway.
"Get us back to home base." Casper said through rugged breaths.
The driver gave a low chuckle. The twins stared at him, then at each other. That did not sound like their regular driver. Who was driving them?
"No, you're coming with me." He said calmly.
"Who are you? The FBI?" Cheyenne demanded.
The man laughed again. "Oh no. Not close at all. I'm the leader of a powerful and criminal organization known as the Vespers. I'm known as Vesper One."
"What's to stop us from shooting you?" Casper snarled.
"You want to die in a crash?" He asked, with a smile.
The man looked at them through the rear-view mirror. His eyes were more experienced than theirs, definitely older.
"Tell us your name!" Cheyenne pressed.
The man sighed. "Alright. My name is Sandy Bancroft. And one of you will become Vesper Six."