☂︎︎ 𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙴 of 𝚂𝙷𝙰𝙳𝙾𝚆𝚂 ☂︎︎ - five hargreeves

* 𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚎𝚜 *

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- ☾ '☂︎︎' ☽ -

           A group of four made their way down a sidewalk, dressed as if they were the cast in a typical 90's show; all sporting bright colors and Converse All-stars. Others wore bomber jackets, and ripped jeans.

           Chatting happily they walked up the marble set of stairs towards Capital West bank.

           They reached the entrance, and one of the men in the group opened the door for his friends.

           The first of the quartet to enter had his nose bashed in by the butt of a combat shotgun. Screaming, the rest of the group were hauled inside by armed robbers.

           "GET DOWN! ON THE GROUND, NOW!" shouted one of the robbers, as the hostages were forced onto their stomachs.

           Hours later, the bank was under siege. Robbers guarded every entrance and exit of the building while others patrolled the floors, AK-47's and other weapons in hand.

           One robber, the leader of the group, was currently in the process of losing his mind as he argued with a hostage negotiator over the phone, swearing violently at what the negotiator was requesting.

           "You are out of time! I told you what would happen, didn't I? Didn't I tell you?" He gestured angrily to another robber, who yanked a frightened man to his feet and dragged him over.

           "I want you to listen real carefully." He held out the phone to the bank teller whimpering beside him.

           "Tell him your name," he demanded.

           "C-Craig, Craig D-Davis — "

           The robber spoke back into the phone, "You go home tonight, your wife asks you, 'how was work?' You tell her, 'oh, not bad, got a guy named Craig Davis killed.'"

           A calm response from the negotiator came from the phone's end, but the man wouldn't hear any of it.

           "No. We're done talking, now you're going to listen," he sneered and pulled out a pistol from his belt then pointed it at the trembling bank teller's head. His finger on the trigger, he began to pull it back . . . .

           "Excuse me, sir?"

           Both men jumped and spun around, only to find a ten-year-old girl behind them. She wore a protective bodysuit and a black domino mask.