"Westopolis, 9:40 A.M"
Police sirens wail loudly as a black van comes barreling through the city streets at full speed, nearly hitting pedestrians and incoming vehicles along the way. Inside the van, Carl tightly holds the steering wheel and mashes the gas while Rosenberg, Patrick, Paul, and Maccer sit in the back with dufflebags full of money at their sides.
Rosenberg: Do you need me to take that steering wheel for you!?
Carl: I'M PUSHING THIS AS FAST AS I CAN!!!
Patrick, Paul, and Maccer look out the back windows as they spot several WPD police cruisers hot on their trail.
Patrick: DRIVE, BABY! DRIVE!!!
Carl: WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK I'M DOING!!!?
Carl hits a sharp right turn, causing Maccer to slide across the back of the van and slam face first into the wall.
Maccer: OUCH!
"THIS IS THE WESTOPOLIS POLICE DEPARTMENT! PULL OVER TO THE SIDE OF THE ROAD AND SURRENDER THE CASH!!!" An officer screamed over the megaphone.
Paul reaches into his suit as he pulls out a loaded Uzi before picking the back doors of the van open.
Paul: IN YOUR DREAMS, YOU FUCKING PIGS!!!
Paul squeezes the trigger of his Uzi, spraying two of the patrol cars with a barrage of lead as the officers inside ducked for cover. Rosenberg aims his sawed off Mossberg 500 and fires it, striking the driver of the first patrol car in the chest as the vehicle swerves off the road and crashes into a nearby beauty saloon.
Rosenberg: THIS MONEY IS OURS NOW, YOU HEAR!!!?
Rosenberg fires on a second patrol car, hitting in the hood with buckshot. Paul's Uzi clicks empty as he tosses it aside before pulling out two Glock 18s as he continues firing on the patrol cars.
Officer Mendez: SHIT!
The passenger side window of the second patrol car as an officer armed with a shotgun leans outside.
Paul: SHIT!
Paul grabs one of the back doors and closes it as the officer fires his shotgun. The buckshot from the shotgun pierces through the door and into Carl's right shoulder as he yells out in pain.
The van begins swerve out of control as it runs onto the sidewalk, running over benches, trashcans, trees, and even pedestrians who unfortunate enough to not move out of the way in time. Carl grits his teeth and holds his bleeding shoulder as Patrick leans over in the passenger seat with a concerned look on his face.
Patrick: Carl, you good, man!?
Carl: *Wincing* Y...yeah!
Eight minutes later, the high speed chase travels from the chaotic city streets to the interstate where a grey and blue news helicopter flies overhead.
News Reporter: We're live on the scene on I-33 where a high speed chase ensues between the Westopolis Police Department and four individuals in the black van you see here, who are responsible for the brazen bank robbery on the First World Bank in Downtown Westopolis!
Meanwhile in the back of the getaway van, Paul loads fresh magazines into his pistol and unloads multiple rounds on the patrol cars chasing him and his crew. In the front seat, Patrick wraps a makeshift tourniquet made from one of his suit's torn sleeves around Carl's shoulder in effort to stop the bleeding. In the back, Rosenberg reloads his shotgun while Maccer eats a pack of powered donuts.
Paul: MACCER! GRENADE! NOW!
Maccer hands Paul a grenade as he pulls the pin and tosses it onto the windshield of the second patrol car which was now riddled with bullet holes. Within seconds, the grenade detonates and blows the entire patrol car into pieces with a fiery explosion.
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