Prison break in the eyes of Michael

Chapter 1 - A good kind of crime

I observed my surroundings, women and men sunk to their knees in fright, hands held above their heads. Guilt coursed through me as I watched them tremble with fear for their lives as I shot three bullets into the roof. I could feel the metal weight of the gun in my hand as I struggled to keep it poised at the woman's head as she pressed her face against the desk.

" The vault open it" I told the plump woman who had her blonde hair in a tight bun, sweat beginning to form in the creases of her face.

" We can't the branch managers not here?" she replied her voice laced with anxiety.

" Where is he?" I ask with an over anticipated hint of venom in my tone.

" It's lunch he's at white castle."

" White castle?"

" It's a fastfood resturant, they serve those little square burgers." She said this circling her finger to emphasise her point.

" I know what it is."

" I'm not messing around open the vault." I shoot another bullet into the holey ceiling.

" Sir you have half a million dollars cash in your bag wouldn't it be wise if...."

She was interrupted by the sound of police sirens and helicopter blades. An officer came over the megaphone as I rose my shaking arms into the air in moc defeat.

" This is the police. You are completely surrounded. Drop your weapons NOW!" With that I took out another gun from my jacket and and dropped both of them to the floor where they clattered noisily. Only one step away to fulfilling the first parts of my plan. Is all I could concieve as I was driven to the station.