Binds and Brands

It's Time

Finally, after so long, it was finally time.

The bags filled to the brim with the supplies, and grins all across the board. Adrenaline bustling through the veins and buzzing at fingertips.

The crew gathered round in the living room, eager feet and even more eager minds sitting across from nobody but Geoff himself, a whiteboard set out on the table and restless finger tapping it.

He cracked his knuckles and smiled. He had been waiting for so long.

"Alright boys, let's get this rolling." He stated plainly, eying everyone gathered before him.

He jotted down a simple map on the whiteboard, catching everyone's gaze to it. He circled a corner of the map.

"We'll meet at the skyscraper next to the major bank, avoid hitting anyone- Gavin." He paused, catching the bird's eye.

"We don't want police before we even do anything, got it?"

Gavin nodded.

Geoff began drawing two lines following two roads on either side of the bank.

"Michael and me will bring up two transport trucks on either side to block the police, got it?"

He continued without waiting for a response.

"There, of course, will be one open path. I want Ray to watch that. Class A sniper, alright?" Geoff asked, turning to Ray, who nodded in response and cocked the sniper in his hand.

"Not yet, wait."

He put it at his side again.

"Avoid shooting a grey minivan. That'll be Jack. He'll bring it up to transport the goods. And Ryan?" The ram said, pausing.

Ryan raised an eyebrow in questioning.

"Could you look out on the top of the building? Y'know, for helicopters and the such."

Ryan nodded.

And then they were off within seconds, buzzing to life. Ray grabbed a few essentials from the bag and got outside, curbing into the parking lot beside the building and piling into the truck waiting outside. Gavin quickly followed suit, pistol tucked away just in case.

Taking a minutes time to catch themselves, Ryan got outside with gun in hand and ready for anything. He piled in the backseat and they were off like lightning.

Just moments later, the duo of Geoff and Michael were out, luck for them, rush hour was just starting, so steal- borrowing a transport truck would be of no issue. They each received their kill within minutes and finally began their way to the destination.

At last was Jack. He had taken the scenic route to the barren area behind the building and had his minivan their. Before even bothering to get into the automobile, he sighed happily to himself. It was always a rush to preform feats in these things, and that could always be needed.

Finally, he got in and drove off, kicking up dirt behind the car and cloaking the area in dust.

By the time the lion arrived, things have already erupted into chaos. No one was hit on the way up, but that shouldn't so much as change a single factor on whatever the ungodly hell is going on now.

Ray already had to cars unturned beside a building on the other side of the street, and the smell of burning rubber was fresh on the air.

The two transport trucks were completely undriveable now as they were completely wedged in between the two side of the street, and it was foggy whether this was good or bad on either part.

And Geoff and Michael haven't been able to even get in the building yet.

Ryan had finally made his way to the top of the building through the surprisingly large vents and called down to the males waiting below.

"Mostly clear! Be wary at the entrance, there's a guard!" The longhorn sang out.

Ryan sat back as the cat and ram ran inside. He had not much to worry about on the road seeing as all three nearly completely blocked. He wouldn't be surprised if Ray was half nodding off.

Ryan cocked his gun in his lap and waited. He could hear every noise being made below him. The hustle and bustle, screaming to put the money in the bag, and everything other phrase uttered in the midst of a heist. It was far from unusual.

Now, the noises getting closer, that was unusual.

And the screaming coming to an abrupt halt after 'Hide' was heard was unusual.

And having your arms twisted behind your back and your legs gone from the ground was unusual. Immediately, Ryan heard growling beside his face.

"We got ourselves a criminal."

The second the voice stopped the longhorn began to viciously kick behind him with all the force he had in him, clenching his teeth in aggression.

It was no use.

He was dragged down the stairs and out the front door with pure anger lacing his features under the nearly-always present mask. He felt gazes following him out, but not those of the bank tellers. Of the crew.

His sneakers caught on the ground as he was dragged away and practically thrown in a police car on the other side of the burning rubble Ray left in his wake.

The drive was long, grueling and made fear and nervousness pool in the Longhorn's stomach. It was utter torture.

By the time Ryan arrived at the police station, he already had and escape plan.He had been caught a few times before and his strengthen intellect would prove fruitful in times of need.

Seconds seemed to passed by as his pictures were found, analyzed and all information on him was found, additionally, his time was finalized.

He was quiet and wouldn't speak a word, probably for the better.

He was brought to a cell in an area he was unfamiliar with. The bars seemed thicker and rusty, and there was no comforts, nor bed. Just the cell. He cocked and eyebrow at the curious sight but waited to receive and answer rather then ask.

He was escorted inside and seated himself in a corner, looking up and waiting for the send-off the guard always gave.

This one was different.

"Sorry, Haywood, but you've accumulated to many kills... we'll see you at execution tomorrow."

His heart sank.