"Westopolis, 10:30 A.M"
The sun shines brightly in the morning sky as Paul and Maccer, wearing tank-tops walk alongside the highway with their unconscious crewman, Carl across their shoulders. In both of their hands were dufflebags filled to the brim with cash.
Maccer: Oi... Paul! H...how much... longer do you... expect us...to...walk until...we...find a...car!
Paul looks forward, finding a dark blue motel in the distance.
Paul: Not long.
Beads of sweat run down Maccer's face as he lets out a deep sigh before falling to his knees in exhaustion, dropping Carl and his dufflebags.
Maccer: I... I don't... think I'm gonna make it!
Paul: Yes you are! Now get back up on your feet and let's keep moving!
Maccer: B...but my legs...
Paul: You'll live!
Paul pulls Maccer back to his feet.
Maccer: Can't we just leave Carl and take the money? He's heavier than a sack of potatoes!
Paul: And risk him ratting us out to the feds? I don't think so!
Maccer: Aww!
Paul and Maccer pick Carl back up along with the dufflebags before continuing their journey to the motel.
"10:35 A.M"
At a local gas station, Patrick and Rosenberg walk from around a corner with their dufflebags as they look around for a new getaway vehicle. Rosenberg drops his dufflebags to the ground and takes a seat on the bench as he rubs his temples.
Rosenberg: *Sigh*
Patrick looks over at Rosenberg.
Patrick: What's wrong?
Rosenberg: Everything. I'm really starting to have second thoughts about this bank heist of ours.
Patrick: Why though? You were the mastermind behind this operation! You can help us all pull through this and make home with a whole a lot of cash!
Rosenberg: No. We can't. The police are going to find us, and either take us to jail or gun us down in cold blood.
Patrick: Ken, listen! Now's not the time! We need to get through this! Together! Think about the others back home! What'll they think when we're back with hundreds of thousands or quite possibly millions of dollars, huh?
Rosenberg: I... I think they'll be motivated.
Patrick: EXACTLY! If you, me, Paul, Maccer, and Carl make it through this alive, we'll be rich! We'll be unstoppable! We'll be legends!
Rosenberg lifts his head up and smiles before looking at Patrick.
Rosenberg: You had me at unstoppable!
Patrick: THAT'S THE SPIRIT!
Rosenberg stands to his feet and pulls out a Desert Eagle before cocking it.
Rosenberg: Like I said before, this here money is ours now! And nobody's gonna change that! No cops! No feds! No mafia! No cartel! NOBODY! IT'S TIME TO LET KNOW SERPENTINE WHO REALLY RUNS THIS SHIT!!!
Patrick: HELL YEAH!!!
Rosenberg: Now let's find ourselves a vehicle and get the hell out of here!
Patrick: Right behind you, boss!
A truck belonging to a furniture store pulls up in the parking lot as Rosenberg walks up to the driver side before knocking loudly on the window. The driver side window rolls down, revealing an obese white man with a shaggy cap, wearing a red t shirt and baseball cap sitting on the inside.
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Serpentine
Hài hướcWelcome to Serpentine, the most interesting place on Earth! Witness the everyday tales of the lives of its citizens and their struggle to survive in a place where criminals, terrorists, corrupt politicians, and other scum of the Earth run rampant!
