No Turning Back

An Old Friend

POV: Summer Norris, a bank teller.

"Oh, oh no!" I say as three copper pennies slip between my fingers and tumble together to the ground.

I really don't know maybe it's the one thousandth time that I've dropped someone's money in front of them. "I am so sorry, gosh this happens all the time!" I say, hoping that it will help.

"Guess you need to work on stopping then." The man says coldly, he never seemed to show a hint of kindness. I wonder if he knows that smiling to a stranger can bring even just a hint of sunshine that they might need right then. I blow my hair out of my face and sigh, the man storms out.

You would think I spilled coffee on his fiancés wedding dress the way he looked at me. One of my Co-workers, Jay snickers to himself in his little station.

"What are you laughing about?" I ask red faced.

"I happen to find it funny," he begins

"Oh do you?" I playfully challenge.

"Yeah, how can you drop every coin that lands in the palm of your hand?" He says smiling widely.

My stomach fills with butterflies; his smile makes me all warm in my cheeks and makes my mind get fuzzy. He is really attractive, like he should be one of those firefighters on tv rescuing puppies or something. Everything about him just makes every woman sigh, and he knows it.

"It's a talent most people can't comprehend," I say moving my fingers like someone would if casting a magic spell.

A man walks in, he looks Hispanic. Greta, one of my coworkers, greets him. He waves her off without making eye contact and continues rapidly speaking in Spanish on his phone.

Two young women, stand in the bank, I find it strange that no one has needed to be helped yet. One of them stands at an island filling out an account form. She has medium length auburn hair, and she looks sweet, and new to the city. The other is pretty too, her deep blue eyes are staring at a pamphlet for I think, vacation savings.

I pull out a tube of Clorox wipes and start wiping down my station. My manager is a slightly overweight short man that is how I would describe him to strangers. But I hope he never learns that... Another man walks in; he looks like he just jumped out of a pro wrestling show, and not the fake kind. That kind of freaks me out, but I just shake my head and say; "You watch too much tv."

"Summer?" My manager says,

"Yeah?"

"Did you organize that file case yet?"

Dang it, I was supposed to do that twenty minutes ago.

"Just got caught up with,"

"Cleaning your workspace?" He interrupts.

I break into a "Please don't fire me" half smile.

He shakes his head and says, "Get on it,"

I turn the open sign around so people know I'm closed and walk to the corner where the silver file case is. I start to organize the paper stack on top of the case when a sound echoes across this tiny bank. A loud Claaaaaank. I whip around to see the door with a big slab of bent metal over the door, shutting everyone in, and keeping people out.

That can only mean one thing.

This bank is about to be robbed.

Almost instantly, a bunch of the people pull out guns and aim them at us.

A girl who was pouring coffee yelled at the people in their offices to get up.

"Get everyone in here," someone orders. I look to see who it is, my jaw drops to the floor, Randy? Is that Randy?

He has the same messy brown hair and bright blue eyes.

One of the gunmen shove me into our break room, "Randy?" I ask praying that it's not true, but I know it's him.

The Hyspanic man yells at me to shut up.

I along with all the people sit down. One of the girls begins to speak, "Alright listen, this is what's happening, we're about to rob this bank,"

My suspicions confirmed.

"I know shocker right? Well to start out, we need to set out some rules,"

"No talking, unless you've been granted permission by one of us, Blondie here learned early." The woman said glaring at me.

She returned her gaze to the crowd. "No getting up, you will listen to us and us only," she points at the people with guns. "And finally, don't even think about trying to be a hero, it will not end well for you,"

Her threat is reason enough for everyone to stay silent. The big guy and Randy circle us slowly, making me feel claustrophobic and intimidated. The Mexican walks in and says "Navy," but who names a kid Navy?

The Mexican is making eye contact with Randy, did he tell his group that his name was Navy?

"We need the key to the safe." Says the man.

Randy looks at us, he points a gun at my manager "Alright Shorty," he begins, "Get up."

My manager slowly, cautiously rises with his hands above his head.

"I'm going to need that key," he says pointing his gun at his neck.

He takes it off and holds it out for Randy to take, but randy just shoves him forward saying "Come on, I need your fingerprints in there,"

They disappear down the hall. Its silent until I hear Randy yell for someone named Rose.

I stare in horror as Jay dials 911 on his phone's keypad. Everyone stares wide eyed. I want to scream at him, and slap him for being so stupid. They will kill him now.

Randy reappears without my manager and I raise my hand, I want him to know that he doesn't have to do this. He nods at me, I think this means I can talk. "Ra-"

"you will address me as Navy," he says harshly.

"Navy," I begin,

"You don't have to live like this, you can still build a life. Nobodies hurt, and you haven't stolen anything!"

He opens his mouth but the pretty girl rushes inside; "Negotiations are requesting to speak with you boss."

"The police?"

The girl nods, and Navy, I mean Randy rips the phone from her saying "Find out who called them,"

"My name is Rose, now one of you contacted the police, who was it?"

My heart pounds and I avoid looking at Jay. I grit my teeth when I notice people glancing at Jay then looking down.

"You?" Rose says, "You, pretty boy, up," she says her gun pointed at him. "Give me your phone." She says.

"I don't have one," Jay says naturally.

"Sure you do, it's the one you called the police with."

He bites his lip.

She reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his phone. She swipes through it and she says "I'm disappointed in you pretty boy,"

She swiftly throws his phone on the floor and the screen shatters. He gasps and holds back his retaliation.

Randy walks back into the room on the phone, "What do you want?" he says.

"And?"

"Hmm,"

"Well to start, I want immunity, for me and my team. I want a black van with black windows that'll drive me and my team to JFK, where a private jet awaits to take us to Mexico city."

At this we all look confused, I highly doubt that the police will cooperate.

"Oh and Olivia, you have forty minutes, or I kill hostages."

This day didn't go exactly like I planned.