Chapter 3
Okay then! I know I haven't posted in… a very long time, but real life has been kind of busy. I have decided what will happen with the character view thing, and this is how it's going go. For now, it will stay from Max's view. But a lot of people wanted to her Fang's Pov. I promise you, it will come. As well as the reason why this is rated M. But it does come later. Anyway, here is the continuing story about our favorite amateur bank robbers, the Flock.
Well, I won. Sort of. The deal is that they will not be going in the bank with us. They will, however, be helping out in other ways. Iggy and Gassy will be building bombs. No, not real bombs. Just smoke bombs. Big ones. I've decided that will be our way of disappearing. You throw down one of those, and we are up and out before anyone knows what hit them.
Angel is partnering up with Nudge. Fang may have a bunch of black clothes, but no one else does. That's why they are going from store to store to pick up cheap black pants and shirts for everyone. Angel said that if everyone else got to dress like spies, then she did to. Gassy seconded that. And I gave in, cause I wanted to spoil my baby.
We had pretty much gotten the basics down. Fang and Iggy would carry money. I would keep us covered, as well as keep another bag for more money. We had no idea how much we were going to take. I mean, we had never had to rob a bank before. (Why was it becoming more natural to say that? Is that good or bad?) We were mainly getting info from Gassy, who had gotten most of his info from movies.
What was going on today was that Fang and I were gonna go to that bank and check it out. We wanted to find all the cameras, exits, alarms, guards, the whole shebang. Oh yea, we are professionals. Really.
There was a method to this. How would it look if two people came into a bank, looked at all the cameras, and then left again? Pretty bad. What was going to happen was we were going to go in there, and give some sob story about how my grandmother died, and left her whole inheritance to me, her only grandchild, and I needed a safe place to deposit it. The man with me (Fang) is my newlywed husband.
I think I'm a pretty good actor. I mean, I can lie like no tomorrow, so it can only be so hard to act depressed while doing it.
So Fang and I flew the park near the bank, landing in one of the more isolated, forested areas. We walked along the sidewalk out of the park, and to the modern, silver bank. One floor, built strong and sturdy.
I did a quick perimeter check of the building, while Fang blended into the shadows. Turns out, there's a double door exit in the back and, what's great, there's a sky light! It's pretty much amazing. I don't know who designed this bank, but this was going to be way easier then I originally thought. I already had the idea in my head, and when I told Fang, he'd get it right away to, and we would be seeing it through.
As I mad my way back to Fang, I rolled my shoulders, getting into character for my story about my dead grandma. Fang offered his arm, and I willingly took it as he opened the door and we walked in. The floor was tile, black and white. The walls were white concrete, as well as a white ceiling, so it was pretty easy to spot the black camera aimed at the entrance. We didn't even have to point that one out. Directly to the left was a wooden mahogany welcome desk. A large table was located in the center of the room, just below the skylight. It was supposed to serve as a surface for writing checks, but this time it would serve nicely as a way of escape. There was just enough room for four bird kids to get up and out through the skylight…. Shoot. I was gonna have to get Gassy up on the roof and open and close that for us. To add to the mystery of the disappearing bank robbers.
Against the wall to the right were three teller stations, each with a camera aimed at it. Fang leaned over and whispered in my ear.
"We're just gonna have to mask up. No way to avoid those unless we have Nudge help us out. Which I don't think we should do." Not surprisingly, having his voice so close sent a shiver down my spine, but I hid it and whispered back.
"I agree." On the back wall was a hall the probably led to some safes, the security room, and a break room or something. Nudge would cover the hall while Iggy, Fang, and I would cover one teller each. A bank in general was quiet, so Iggy should have no trouble. All he had to do was tell the person to give him the money, and that was it, easy as a piece of pie. (Which is funny, cause Dr. Martinez tells me it isn't actually that easy to make a pie.)
We walked over to the receptionist, and I told my sob story, almost (almost!) breaking out in tears of laughter, which she took as tears of despair. Fang hugged me while I hid my face, and told her that we would come back. Fang opened the door for me, like a good newly wed husband would do, and as the door closed behind us and we slipped around the corner, we both started cracking up.
"Great job, Max. I never imagined you could do that well, dear wife." He said, mockingly.
"Thank you for giving me a shoulder to cry on, dear husband." I said, and we both cracked up again.
As our laughter slowed, Fang got that serious expression on his face. I looked at him warily.
"There is one thing I know you didn't think of, Max." He rubbed the back of his neck in that nervous habit of his. This could only be really bad.
"And what could that possibly be?" Here it comes. I know it will be bad.
"We… well… kindasortaneedagun." His words were all strung together, and I couldn't understand.
"What did you say?"
"What… are you… going to do… about a…. GUN."
