Prologue

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                                                                    (January 17, 2015 Downtown LA)

David Pratt:

The alarms rang throughout the building. "Come on guys, we have to get out now!" I said, we put our masks back on as we exited the bank vault. "This way!" Andre yelled. We followed him to the roof of the building, "Shoot, what's taking Brad so long?" Brooklyn asked, "He said he's coming," I replied, "Well, he needs to hurry up, we don't have much time left!" She said back to me. The police swarmed the roads leading up to the building, we could hear the sound of the police helicopter's above. 

"Look's like we have to find our own way," Connor Laughed, pulling out his AK-47. "Here!" He yelled as he passed us our guns. The rest was a blur. I heard the guns reload, and then a shower of explosions and metal rained down. Connor and Andre chuckled and cheered, "We just killed federal officers, that's a felony," Brooklyn whimpered,  "So is bank robbing, sweetheart," Andre winked at her. I looked up into the sky, Brad broke through the clouds with his helicopter, he spiriled down and landed on the helipad a few feet away from me. With one push he swung open the door. "Well, what are you guys waiting for!" He yelled as he motioned for us to hop on. He took the bags filled with money and put them in the front. We got settled in our seats and the engines turned on. The wheels lifted off the helipad just as LAPD officers swarmed the roof. We waved at them as we disappeared into the thick fog that covered the city. 

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