The Heist of Revelstoke

Money, Money, and Money,

We woke up at Jacob's house, hungover as shit, so we decided to wait until the next day. We just spent the whole day messing around, listening to music and playing COD Zombies together. We all went home and got a goodnight's sleep, and then it was inally game time. We had our gas masks and we would also be wearing suits, just because we igured we're robbing the damn place, why not have a little bit of fun. We had our Glock 18's, and as soon as the heist was done and the money was in our bank accounts, we would melt the guns.

We got into the car, and we made our way to the Revelstoke Depository. "All right everyone, you guys know the drill, right? Get inside, make sure none of the guards reach for their weapons, and if they do, take them down." I told everyone. "This is going to be our last job, so I want no screw-ups, ok? We get in there, hold the place up, I and Eric are going to get to the vault and take the cash, we get the cash in the bags, we get to the sewer, and we get the fuck out, ok?"

Everyone solemnly nodded. They knew the stakes. "Zack knew the stakes too. This heist was for him. He will not have died in vain. FOR ZACK!" "FOR ZACK!" Everyone yelled. We got to the Depository, put on our masks, and walked inside. Jacob grabbed a vase, pushed it to the floor, breaking it and making quite the sound in the marbled lobby. "All right, shitheads, this is a goddamn robbery. Just keep ca- HEY! don't hit that goddamn button or I swear to everything holy I will put every bullet in this clip right between your fucking eyes." The depository employee slowly backed up from his desk.

"Famine, I'm going down to the vault. You're coming with. War, Pestilence, make sure everything stays nice and tidy up here, ok? We wouldn't want any accidents, would we?" I lightly tapped the barrel of the Glock on the back of one of the hostages' heads, and they flinched. Eric and I made our way to the elevator that would take us to the vault, making sure to bring out anyone who was hiding. "Hey, remember, we gotta ind that manager. He's gotta know the code."

We found the manager's ofice, and we busted the lock. We rushed in, and the manager was holding a .357 at the door but was shaking too much to get a shot off. Me, Eric, and Dave the manager were in a sort of Mexican standoff. Dave whipped to his left, towards me, and Eric put a shot in his hand with the gun in it. He screamed in agony, fell into his chair, and began to weep silently and hold his bad hand close to his chest.

We grabbed him, and we made our way down the elevator, and the door opened up into a hallway, and right across from the elevator was the guard's break room, with about 6 or 7 guards in it. They all turned around, stunned, and one of them stood up fast, like he was about to do something, so I put one in his leg. The guns were silenced, so there was no worry about any of them hearing us. We just had to make sure we were the ones firing off shots and not them.

"Make one more goddamn sound, and the next one is in your head, ok?" I whispered angrily to him. We checked them, and we realized that none of them had guns, because the depository HR had a rule about no weapons in the break room after something happened a while back. With the guards zip tied and their mouths duct-taped, we put them all in the supply closet, locked it from the inside, and shot the lock from the outside to break the door so that it couldn't be opened.

At the vault, there was a big vault door about 2 and a half meters wide, and from what I was told, about half a meter thick. Eric pushed Dave into the door, and yelled: "Open the door, shithead!" Dave put his hand on the vault door handle and began to turn it. 3 times to the right, twice to the left, and 5 times to the right again.

Then there was a 10 digit code he had to put in so he put his hand up to the keypad, and put it in. "3. 6. 8. Uh... 9. Shit, what was it again?" Dave said to himself. Eric calmly walked forward. "Put in the goddamn code or this gun is gonna be a lot lighter in a minute." Tears began to run down Dave's sweat soaked face. "7. 0. 2. 4. 7. 8." The vault door shook and began to swing open with a series of noises.
Dave turned back to us and pointed at us with his good hand. "There. The damn door is open. Now get your money and get the hell out of here, you degenerate." Eric walked up to him, backing him up against the wall. "Well, thanks for your service, Mr. Dave. You did well." Eric put his gun to Dave's thigh and pulled the trigger.

Dave screamed in pain, and Eric punched him in the nose, knocking Dave against the wall and onto the ground. Blood flowed on the tiled floor, running through the grout. Dave moaned, then was still. I checked his pulse, and he was just knocked out, not dead. Not yet, anyway. We rushed into the vault and began to grab the cash, shoving stacks of money into the duel bags we had brought. About 25 million in each bag, give or take. We could lighten the load once we get to somewhere safe.

About 20 minutes later, we had bagged all the cash and drilled through some of the safety deposit boxes to see if there were any goodies. $1000, $500, a pocket watch, some golden jewelry, and a silver .44 Remington Magnum with an ivory grip. Eric brandished the unloaded gun at me (he made sure it was unloaded before he pointed it at me). "Reach for the skies, cowpoke." He held the revolver like an 1800's gunslinger. "You ain't nothin' but a yellow belly, ya bastard!" I indulged him. He made a motion like he was fanning the hammer, and I did a dramatic death scene.

We both laughed and got back up to the lobby. I and Eric lightened the load on our bags, so we had around 12.5 million dollars in each of our four bags. We walked towards the side exit, and Lucas turned around and yelled "Thank you, Revelstoke Depository, you guys have been great. Hey! I see you over there, you get your goddamn hand away from that button! You know what? Get out there. You, yeah, you."

The lobby man stepped out from behind his desk and kneeled with the rest of the hostages.
When we all turned around, the employee got up and ran for his desk. He managed to hit the silent alarm right before he gets shot 5 or 6 times, courtesy of Jacob. "Ahh, shit. We gotta get the hell out of here. Make for the exit point!