Three Brood Instigators

Prologue

Milford Bank Robbery (12/12/09)

"Hey," he said inaudibly. "Remember," he said again in the same tone. "You are not just a thief, little boy," he spoke. "You are a Sixage," he mentioned. "We are the Sixages," he mentioned for the whole crew. "And we will take this bank downtown, together. You hear me, Clayne?"

"Of course, man," Clayne repeated. "Always there for you guys. But are you sure we are ready for this?" Clayne felt uncertain, hiding under the sewer tunnels of the Milford Bank.

"Just listen to The Big Man, Clayne!" Drock heckled.

"Easy Drock, he is a young brood, like you was back then," he calmed. "Clayne, no doubts, no mistakes. We got this, right kid?" he questioned.

Clayne was stirred, not shaken. "Course I'm ready, Cutter!"

"Perfect," Goran said.

"Now follow me, boys," Cutter said, leading the boys in the tunnel with little Benton's arms as they entered the area they vowed no mistakes on. "Once Febby cuts the power, we will be in full shadows. New freedom, new money, is ours," Cutter walked through, and then he found the sewer stairs into the vault.

"I can't believe the bank vault has a sewer hole beneath," Drock mused. "No cameras even? You gotta be serious."

"Ain't that a prodigy of stupidity, small-town banks having such small-minded securities. Just a bunch of accounting lackeys earning some lowlife of an income. Now that's a trap in life, and wait till they see this," Cutter spoke, and the power in the bank was cut by night. "I know my girl wouldn't let us down, hehe, boys," Cutter initiated, wearing his mask. "It's time."

Cutter climbed up the sewer stairs and opened the manhole to the vault. Inside, two deposit boxes left and right, in front two unlocked cages also containing what the bank is worth. The little boys in their masks climbed up to see it for themselves. "What I told you before huh? Easy money," Cutter joyed, asking little Ben for the clap.

"Who's going through the doors?" Little Ben asked.

"Good question there Benton. Thr big boys, each a door, collect them all like it's your pride," Cutter ordered.

"ALRIGHT!" Drock shrieked.

"Shush!" Cutter shushed, and both entered the cages quietly.

"What do I do?" Clayne asked.

"Well, young Clayne," Cutter said, passing over the screwdrivers, "you, Ben over here, and I are going to deal with these boxes ourselves."

"Why do they get the cages while I do more of the difficult stuff?" Clayne asked.

"Vaults are for seniors. You wanna enter the cage, you need to hop before you can fly, little boy," Cutter quipped. Clayne complied and remembered his training.

Goran never had a craving for such amount of papers sitting on a table, Drock lusted for it working faster than the others to the locked trolley carts. The tellers calmed its customers, the guards set sharp.

It was obvious that little Ben would make a number of mistakes unlocking one box, Cutter willed to fix the unsettling mistake, unlocking his box. "See, you'll learn little guy," Cutter said, placing the first stack into the money bag. Cutter continued unlocking the other boxes, as the youngling Ben sat in exhaustion. "How's it looking back there?"