His heart pounded and sweat poured down his face. He pulled down his ski mask that was resting on his forehead. He pulled his gun out of his pocket and signaled his sidekick. She came out from behind the building flipping a key around her finger.
She took a step towards him and opened her cherry red lips. "Ready," she whispered and stalked off towards the building, her red pumps clicking against the cement.
He followed her, quickening his pace so he would catch up to her. They reached the entrance and walked right into the building. He turned to face her, realizing that she didn't have her mask on. He pushed her out of the way and she new what he meant. She shuffled behind keeping her face concealed.
He used his fingers to count to three and sprinted towards the front door. From outside the building, it would have sounded like it was a murder. But it wasn't, it was just the robbery of one of the most valuable bank in Russia.
